<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:22:52.887-08:00</updated><category term='Freestyle Poetry'/><category term='Quotations'/><category term='Considerations'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Random and Thoughtless'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>All Things Lovely</title><subtitle type='html'>Ecclesiastes 3:11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5445141839294300400</id><published>2011-08-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:55:21.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Considerations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Who God Is</title><content type='html'>It has been nearly FOREVER. A lot going on and this is all but this is all I have to share. As if it were something small &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging around psalm 142-146 this past week and decided it's time to really study the word again. Index cards with highlighted words that stick out. I want to memorize and tell myself again and again and again who God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 144&lt;br /&gt;The LORD&lt;br /&gt;MY ROCK&lt;br /&gt;STEADFAST LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LOVINGKINDESS&lt;br /&gt;FORTRESS&lt;br /&gt;STRONGHOLD&lt;br /&gt;DELIVERER&lt;br /&gt;SHIELD&lt;br /&gt;REFUGE&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 144:15 blessed are the people whose God is the LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm145:8-9&lt;br /&gt;The LORD&lt;br /&gt;GRACIOUS&lt;br /&gt;MERCIFUL&lt;br /&gt;FULL OF COMPASSION&lt;br /&gt;SLOW TO ANGER&lt;br /&gt;ABOUNDING IN STEADFAST LOVE&lt;br /&gt;GREAT IN MERCY&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TO ALL&lt;br /&gt;COVERS ALL HE HAS MADE WITH MERCY&lt;br /&gt;HIS TENDER MERCIES ARE OVER ALL HIS WORKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 145:13-14&lt;br /&gt;The LORD&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL&lt;br /&gt;EVERLASTING&lt;br /&gt;UPHOLDS&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINS&lt;br /&gt;RAISES UP&lt;br /&gt;Gods hands are only full of goodness for His beloved v:15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 145:17-20&lt;br /&gt;The LORD&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTEOUS IN ALL HIS WAYS&lt;br /&gt;KIND IN ALL HIS WORKS&lt;br /&gt;GRACIOUS IN ALL HIS WORKS&lt;br /&gt;NEAR TO ALL WHO CALL ON HIM IN TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;FULFILLS THE DESIRE OF THOSE WHO FEAR HIM&lt;br /&gt;HEARS THE CRY OF THOSE WHO FEAR HIM&lt;br /&gt;SAVES THOSE WHO FEAR HIM&lt;br /&gt;KEEPS AND PRESERVES THOSE WHO LOVE HIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5445141839294300400?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5445141839294300400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5445141839294300400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5445141839294300400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5445141839294300400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-god-is.html' title='Who God Is'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-421377858573165116</id><published>2011-07-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:48:42.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Considerations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotations'/><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I was listening to one of my favorite pastors Philip De Courcy last night. Currently he is going through a teaching on marriage and God's design of it to be a covenant rather than a contract. http://www.ktt.org/before-you-say-i-don't&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he said something that I can't quote word for word but what I remember it to be is just do good I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When someone makes a promise they are making one thing certain in an uncertain future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I have considered this before but what freedom this brings to a recipient of a promise. God is the only one who can help us keep the promises we make. I am so thankful HE desires to come to our aid. He is the ultimate keeper of promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-421377858573165116?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/421377858573165116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=421377858573165116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/421377858573165116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/421377858573165116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/07/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-752783384349217899</id><published>2011-06-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:11:44.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am reading a book right now that talks about spiritual warfare. The bible says in Ephesians 6 that as followers and lovers of Jesus Christ, there is a realm we cannot see with our eyes which is real, opposed to God and very dark. These are the powers we as believers wrestle against, for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood. We are told to put on the full armor of God&amp;nbsp;in order&amp;nbsp;to withstand the attacks from the enemy. Other places in scripture we are warned to be alert and sober-minded because we have an adversary who prowls about seeking whom he may devour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many extreme beliefs when it comes to these things.&amp;nbsp;"Spiritual Warfare Sideways- Keeping the Focus on Jesus" by Guy Chevreau explains a biblical approach to understanding spiritual warfare is to understand that there is a very real very dark and very powerful realm that hates Jesus Christ and hates those who love, serve, glorify and belong to Him. However, the truth of that realm is to remain in our peripheral vision while our eyes are FIXED upon Jesus. Jesus is no match for Satan. They are not opposites. Satan is a fraud and has no place or authority in comparison to Jesus Christ who was and is and is to come. I highly recommend the book because&amp;nbsp;it is straight forward, Chevreau is fun to read and it's important to know what scripture says about these things. We are in a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all that to say is as I was reading chapter 3 yesterday and Chevreau talks about the names and titles of Satan and the names and titles of the Lord God in the bible which I will share at a later date.&amp;nbsp;I was greatly bolstered in the POWER of Jesus' name because there is no other name under heaven by which we must be saved. If we only had a tiny understanding of who God truly is and His amazing heart for mankind, we would be knocked speechless and dumbfounded. I glory in that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend last night shared a devotional with me from David McGee,&amp;nbsp;a pastor I like to listen to (check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.aboutthebridge.com/"&gt;www.aboutthebridge.com&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;that flowed right along with the&amp;nbsp;different names of the Lord throughout scripture so I couldn't skip sharing these points from it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All of your pain and all of your sorrows- take them to JEHOVAH RAPHA, the LORD who heals you. All of your worries and anxiety- take them to JEHOVAH SHALOM, the LORD of peace. All of your insufficiency and all of your lacking- take them to EL SHADDAI, the all sufficient one. When you are fearful of what the world holds, go to JEHOVAH NISSI, the LORD is my banner. When you are lonely and all alone- know JEHOVAH SHAMMAH, the LORD is there. When you are wandering and lost, wait for JEHOVAH RAAH, the LORD my shepherd. When you stumble or fall go to JEHOVAH M'KADDESH, the LORD who makes you holy. Who are these? These are ONE, ELOHIM, GOD-- the Creator and Keeper of Covenants. The One who says, 'and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.'(Matthew 28:20) Your Heavenly Father loves you and will never leave or abandon you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROVERBS 18:10 -The NAME OF THE LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you have been encouraged :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-752783384349217899?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/752783384349217899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=752783384349217899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There's so much I can thank You for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If I stop and just think back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But it seems as if at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Complaining comes easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lord- YOU are so patient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To think that You willingly wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;for me to acknowledge how wonderful You really are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How magnificent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are &amp;nbsp;moments when You hide me in the cleft of Your rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;to see a glimpse of&amp;nbsp;Your glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's then I recognize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've barely even scratched the surface of WHO You really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and how much You really care about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;intricate details of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lord- YOU are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I will give thanks to You forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But for now You wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You endure and You are longsuffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;to all my selfish short-sightedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and discontent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Simply because You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And for some reason You have decided that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You- Oh Lord are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Unfathomable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Unmeasurable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am astonished by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6904996129453585445?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6904996129453585445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6904996129453585445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6904996129453585445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Though life's deepest sorrows may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;last through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your Word says: joy comes in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But sometimes life is a season of nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;or days turned pitch black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;without warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Where grassy fields once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;rolled across hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A fractured earth is the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Or the rain comes down so steady and heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;one can't see beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;the gray to the green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eyes strain in the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;cloaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Only a candlelit glow and shadows guiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In all of these things we're to trust You are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and that the path we travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;is the one You're providing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We cling to Your truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;we can't walk by our sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and there's great reward in endurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even the strongest &lt;br /&gt;most secure in Your love&lt;br /&gt;must rely on Your Word's reassurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surely goodness and mercy&lt;br /&gt;will follow us&lt;br /&gt;all the days that we live here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if goodness and mercy&lt;br /&gt;seem to be lacking when we look up&lt;br /&gt;You have told us not to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to remember the great things &lt;br /&gt;You've already done&lt;br /&gt;and to thank You for who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To consider the cross- the sorrow You faced&lt;br /&gt;and the great price You paid &lt;br /&gt;to ransom our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think upon these&lt;br /&gt;and our future in heaven &lt;br /&gt;and trust that You're always the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can count it ALL joy&lt;br /&gt;be it gladness or tears&lt;br /&gt;we can live for Your glory, Your fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like crisp cool air &lt;br /&gt;refreshing our lungs&lt;br /&gt;after rain pours for the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You renew us and fill us&lt;br /&gt;You give us new purpose&lt;br /&gt;and hope that we cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Sunrise, our illumination&lt;br /&gt;You warm us as we turn to&lt;br /&gt;face Your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we KNOW with firmer&lt;br /&gt;understanding:&lt;br /&gt;gaining YOU is worth enduring any night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8460060012290237058?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8460060012290237058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8460060012290237058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8460060012290237058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8460060012290237058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/06/though.html' title='Gaining You is WORTH it'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3583936367288902381</id><published>2011-05-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:16:30.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh Lord, Your Word is my treasure trove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I seek to find You there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For in the depths of what I read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your loving voice I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As wisdom calls, my ear takes note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And deep calls out to deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mysteries are manifold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I drive the shovel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And hold what I can keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's by Your Spirit's ability that I can even comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because You are majestic and Your glory has no end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Still You want to reveal to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Puzzle pieces of Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm discovering who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As I discover who You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I place nothing, no one above You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3583936367288902381?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3583936367288902381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3583936367288902381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3583936367288902381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3583936367288902381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/05/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2455143799344512422</id><published>2011-04-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:22:50.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>Beside Myself to God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today one of my dearest friends wrote a poem about me and who I am. It blessed me to the highest degree to think God put it on this person's heart to share with me some precious words. God's love for me is so amazing. It caused me to run to the Lord in thankfulness and I spent a good long time just praising God for the good God He is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Easter and Resurrection Sunday, I celebrate the fact that I worship a God who is alive and available to me in every way. He, Jesus Christ, died for my sin and defeated death upon the cross when He rose three days later. I am so thankful for God's grace. I deserved judgment but He pardoned me according to the faith I have by the grace of God in His Son Jesus Christ. The same God extends His mercy and love&amp;nbsp;to you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time of worship before God I was thinking back on my life and how amazing God truly is. This poem is what resulted from that time. Hope you enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A broken hearted little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scared and all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if a searching eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could her make feel at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for a hero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To come and save the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But years dragged on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so did pain that wouldn’t go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet tears behind closed doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muffled groans in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring out the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing for another’s life instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Defeat came with the sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no brand new day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejection was the norm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her hopes crumbled as brittle clay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without realizing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heart became encased&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside a locket made of steel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one would ever brake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though this shield &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closed off so many people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a tiny opening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the size of a keyhole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A liar and a robber began to dangle a key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She figured would be right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So she opened up and gave her heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though she had a sense of fright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He never tried the key he had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He never needed to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because she didn’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heart had any value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The false man took her dignity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stole away her dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And left her wounded on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ripped apart at the seams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not knowing where else she could go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She ran to the first open arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sadly there she came up empty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again she had been harmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knew she could no longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Protect her broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fell into the arms of LOVE&lt;br /&gt;and slowly fell apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He broke her down to build her up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He healed her deep within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there was still a greater work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was yet to begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He became her Father &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He taught her who she was meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was the One and only man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who held the proper key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He asked her to let Him turn the lock and open up the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she feared what He would find there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would He love her anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind that door so many years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of pain and dirty deeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even hardened parts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thorns that choked like weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For years He asked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He didn’t push at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took her quite some time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To heed His call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inviting Him she let Him in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He opened by unlocking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This gentle way unknown to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was new and was quite shocking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no rattle of the handle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a simple turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no banging at the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No anger to discern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He looked around into her heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyes were filled with care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tenderly He undid chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She didn’t know where there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Himself shone light into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every darkened cranny and nook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He told her that there really was nothing anyone ever took&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because His love was all she needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Him she was complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing she had ever done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could forever bring her to defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because upon a wooden cross before she made the choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He died and bled for all her sin He cried out with His voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she would be forgiven because she didn’t know what she did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He took her place He took her shame so that she could live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He paid a price so high for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exceeding any treasure on earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was who she was to Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This defined her worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now she stands in victory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heart has been redeemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a new creation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was won over by the King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The One who took her yesterdays &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and turned them all around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the One who knew her as a little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid to look up from the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beaming brightly from the inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is so much in store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has given her life purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And In freedom she will soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2455143799344512422?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2455143799344512422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2455143799344512422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2455143799344512422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2455143799344512422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/04/beside-myself-to-god.html' title='Beside Myself to God.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1422659885228335229</id><published>2011-04-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:30:47.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Considerations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Isaiah 58</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I've always loved Isaiah 58, a section of scripture that explains fasting and what it ought to be in God's sight. This morning I was reading Isaiah 53 (all prophecy regarding Jesus Christ as Messiah) and saw some notes in the margin of my bible from the end of February hugging Isaiah 58. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this section of scripture I noted two things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My responsibility to obey God's Word (what that looks like according to this scripture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Results of my obedience to God's Word (specifically in this scripture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 58: 9, 10, 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Responsibility: &lt;em&gt;Selflessness and self-denial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove the yoke from my midst-- that which keeps me bound and burdened unnecessarily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove the pointing and blaming finger-- stop blaming others and looking at their faults&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove the speaking of wickedness-- stop talking about things that aren't encouraging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give myself to the hungry-- serve others who have needs to help get eyes off self&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satisfy the desire of the afflicted-- look for ways to bless those who are hurting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn from doing my own pleasure-- get away from selfishness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desist from my own ways-- stop my own ways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desist from seeking my own pleasure-- stop finding ways to please myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 58: 10-12, 14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results of Obedience: &lt;em&gt;True joy and fulfillment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light will rise in darkness and gloom will be like midday-- the heavy and burdensome things in life will be lighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God will continually guide me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God will continually satisfy my desire in scorched places-- in places of hopelessness, places that seem dead God will keep satisfying me with Himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God will give strength to my bones-- a deep inner strength from God Himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be like a watered garden bearing fruit-- my life will be refreshing to others and I will have something to offer/bless people with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will take delight in the Lord-- the true source of satisfaction and joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will ride on new heights of the earth and be fed with the heritage of Jacob--the heritage of Jacob is noted in Jeremiah 10:16 &lt;em&gt;the portion of Jacob is not like these (idols-false gods); for the Maker of all is He, and Israel is the tribe of His inheritance; the Lord of hosts is His name.&lt;/em&gt; The heritage of Jacob is God Himself. When I obey God's Word, I am blessed with&amp;nbsp;a deeper relationship with my God. Jesus said something similar about abiding or remaining in Him in John 15. It's like getting to know your best friend better just by spending time with them&amp;nbsp;and growing with them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&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/5440741738057237581-1422659885228335229?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1422659885228335229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1422659885228335229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1422659885228335229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God forgive me for all this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing life to be other than what it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For hopes often placed in the wrong things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moments I find myself pining for what is not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And losing sight of all that is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God forgive me for drifting into sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I&amp;nbsp;truly ought to praise You for Your mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank You, trusting that You have spared me more than I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me Lord for my days of discontent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is great comfort in knowing You understand my frailty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is grace enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There always has been and always willl be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know my path when my heart is overwhelmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I long to be&amp;nbsp;over this hurdle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I yearn to remember without feeling like my&amp;nbsp;guts have sunken to my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&amp;nbsp;my heart is drowning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thankful my tears are in Your bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayers: a&amp;nbsp;sweet aroma You treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The process is where You want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I yield to You God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to be strong anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I can crumble to pieces in Your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can boast in my weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can lay myself out at Your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing Your strength is being made perfect in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for loving me enough to interrupt my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;my plans, my hopes and my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All glory and all praise belong to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only wise God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for knowing the beginning from the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I will look back and see with greater perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just how much You have carried me through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will wait for&amp;nbsp;You to form these eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will wait upon You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes more than those who wait for the morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1663205879291925891?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1663205879291925891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1663205879291925891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1663205879291925891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6qsZsRXJwo/TZ5fTe0OZZI/AAAAAAAABmU/HsEo0Iv4lQ0/s1600/P4011112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6qsZsRXJwo/TZ5fTe0OZZI/AAAAAAAABmU/HsEo0Iv4lQ0/s320/P4011112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my favorite grass in the background :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puurlCtdFAU/TZ5faELwtFI/AAAAAAAABmY/tokP3SZ9fZU/s1600/P4011116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puurlCtdFAU/TZ5faELwtFI/AAAAAAAABmY/tokP3SZ9fZU/s320/P4011116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9NeHvtTLtM/TZ5gVr_BxlI/AAAAAAAABm0/ypqpRpPsH0g/s320/P4011131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsqqj7URppM/TZ5gao7kzGI/AAAAAAAABm4/pZYw_eE2EEU/s1600/P4011132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsqqj7URppM/TZ5gao7kzGI/AAAAAAAABm4/pZYw_eE2EEU/s320/P4011132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Kelly was drooling.... hehe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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center;"&gt;Overcoming my fear of grates!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFJYJKYO3rQ/TZ5gqGqiAzI/AAAAAAAABnE/jE9yuMm8wrw/s1600/P4011140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFJYJKYO3rQ/TZ5gqGqiAzI/AAAAAAAABnE/jE9yuMm8wrw/s320/P4011140.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take one...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMeD7B3g8fA/TZ5e3WpwoxI/AAAAAAAABmE/AnjodHSwWZU/s72-c/P4011104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-366965982979313225</id><published>2011-04-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:02:50.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>City Adventures- Week 2 part 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the second weekend in a row I made it to San Francisco with a few different friends who happened to be going. Their goal was to explore the city and walk around all day while one of them went to the Wondercom convention (which I learned is a comic book convention...so quirky!) The day was beautiful and a great subject for much photography fun! ENJOY! I sure did. We walked over 10 miles!!! And I got us "lost".. But I sure was confident :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Wxc2REnZA/TZvmDh84JwI/AAAAAAAABho/EYtqcbqUy_Q/s1600/P4010982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Wxc2REnZA/TZvmDh84JwI/AAAAAAAABho/EYtqcbqUy_Q/s320/P4010982.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise on the way to San Fran&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrBOSgQcSQk/TZvmM1DeWuI/AAAAAAAABhs/AYMdPEFE3rA/s1600/P4010984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrBOSgQcSQk/TZvmM1DeWuI/AAAAAAAABhs/AYMdPEFE3rA/s320/P4010984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjqB-7FQFA4/TZvmQdYy-YI/AAAAAAAABhw/zItKwm-pde8/s1600/P4010990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjqB-7FQFA4/TZvmQdYy-YI/AAAAAAAABhw/zItKwm-pde8/s320/P4010990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;City Mushrooms =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5F6fcfQPs8/TZvmUZpDHPI/AAAAAAAABh0/UdvvWoIiciM/s1600/P4010992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5F6fcfQPs8/TZvmUZpDHPI/AAAAAAAABh0/UdvvWoIiciM/s320/P4010992.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cool place that does "wine by night and coffee by day" but the coffee wasn't great... it was pretty bad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DX3jspuQH8/TZvmbSl1hiI/AAAAAAAABh4/IjJ8F9Fzfws/s1600/P4010995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DX3jspuQH8/TZvmbSl1hiI/AAAAAAAABh4/IjJ8F9Fzfws/s320/P4010995.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, wine by night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB60WiGAMto/TZvmkDuJCrI/AAAAAAAABh8/1kEH0zwCcy8/s1600/P4010996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB60WiGAMto/TZvmkDuJCrI/AAAAAAAABh8/1kEH0zwCcy8/s320/P4010996.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8c4GkmM2XI/TZvmnjmXmSI/AAAAAAAABiA/6kxk2JdhPJg/s1600/P4010997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8c4GkmM2XI/TZvmnjmXmSI/AAAAAAAABiA/6kxk2JdhPJg/s320/P4010997.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36oV66SaJLE/TZvmulDOU6I/AAAAAAAABiE/y9hnFE6sIw4/s1600/P4010999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36oV66SaJLE/TZvmulDOU6I/AAAAAAAABiE/y9hnFE6sIw4/s320/P4010999.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxVVB97MHDk/TZvmxkvS-mI/AAAAAAAABiI/i7Q5H1RVmOg/s1600/P4011000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxVVB97MHDk/TZvmxkvS-mI/AAAAAAAABiI/i7Q5H1RVmOg/s320/P4011000.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUL3RqBaqB4/TZvm33t_GWI/AAAAAAAABiM/g15R_Pbwm74/s1600/P4011002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUL3RqBaqB4/TZvm33t_GWI/AAAAAAAABiM/g15R_Pbwm74/s320/P4011002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the Mark Hopkins Intercontinental!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MslB1iAC6uE/TZvm-3077QI/AAAAAAAABiQ/XOpSfEPx6l0/s1600/P4011003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MslB1iAC6uE/TZvm-3077QI/AAAAAAAABiQ/XOpSfEPx6l0/s320/P4011003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sB32pdVZkcI/TZvnFBRYvVI/AAAAAAAABiU/eSKW3BEQHFY/s1600/P4011004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sB32pdVZkcI/TZvnFBRYvVI/AAAAAAAABiU/eSKW3BEQHFY/s320/P4011004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDNeDbb_iA4/TZvngureJDI/AAAAAAAABiY/CiccyGBs3is/s1600/P4011005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDNeDbb_iA4/TZvngureJDI/AAAAAAAABiY/CiccyGBs3is/s320/P4011005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWHC4R7FyXo/TZvnkLqnVMI/AAAAAAAABic/NYlPl3VF62Q/s1600/P4011007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWHC4R7FyXo/TZvnkLqnVMI/AAAAAAAABic/NYlPl3VF62Q/s320/P4011007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TiDLsJhox0/TZvnxNWfkRI/AAAAAAAABig/B2JbfUJIXBA/s1600/P4011008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TiDLsJhox0/TZvnxNWfkRI/AAAAAAAABig/B2JbfUJIXBA/s320/P4011008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06sdgvRN41M/TZvn0Z1o8WI/AAAAAAAABik/cEXpX9XnqRU/s1600/P4011009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06sdgvRN41M/TZvn0Z1o8WI/AAAAAAAABik/cEXpX9XnqRU/s320/P4011009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the two ladies on either side of this fountain make the picture worthwhile. They were both stretching and working out, all I could hear in my head was Olivia Newton John singing "Let's get physical! Physical!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snqpLWJ62uM/TZvn8FM2rvI/AAAAAAAABio/4Gm478-5Lb0/s1600/P4011010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snqpLWJ62uM/TZvn8FM2rvI/AAAAAAAABio/4Gm478-5Lb0/s320/P4011010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftxEL9_52Ls/TZvoG8McbzI/AAAAAAAABis/rCt2w_yfsrY/s1600/P4011011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftxEL9_52Ls/TZvoG8McbzI/AAAAAAAABis/rCt2w_yfsrY/s320/P4011011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aloQXpWbUo/TZvoKLm53aI/AAAAAAAABiw/ZdiUBFev8LE/s1600/P4011012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9C2-xvQb85Q/TZvqeJ250PI/AAAAAAAABkE/sxkBybSj03A/s1600/P4011040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9C2-xvQb85Q/TZvqeJ250PI/AAAAAAAABkE/sxkBybSj03A/s320/P4011040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCQVNObhSVI/TZvqixQThvI/AAAAAAAABkI/oNvI83t-DNw/s1600/P4011042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCQVNObhSVI/TZvqixQThvI/AAAAAAAABkI/oNvI83t-DNw/s320/P4011042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLOKcYPpA00/TZvquPqg7jI/AAAAAAAABkM/m9DqDO-q-9c/s1600/P4011043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLOKcYPpA00/TZvquPqg7jI/AAAAAAAABkM/m9DqDO-q-9c/s320/P4011043.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAaC1TfCz7A/TZvq0pIHgNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/JNXOp_Azg6U/s1600/P4011045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAaC1TfCz7A/TZvq0pIHgNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/JNXOp_Azg6U/s320/P4011045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxX5kd13B-A/TZvq4dx38fI/AAAAAAAABkU/mzOu9WtI5os/s1600/P4011046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxX5kd13B-A/TZvq4dx38fI/AAAAAAAABkU/mzOu9WtI5os/s320/P4011046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more and more I visit San Francisco, bits and pieces of my heart stay there. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUXBIdm6_EI/TZvsmP-KNPI/AAAAAAAABlI/_qpc0RDnE2g/s1600/P4011068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUXBIdm6_EI/TZvsmP-KNPI/AAAAAAAABlI/_qpc0RDnE2g/s320/P4011068.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOhFTqTTB4c/TZvsuSCJdcI/AAAAAAAABlM/kXmut-atm4o/s1600/P4011070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOhFTqTTB4c/TZvsuSCJdcI/AAAAAAAABlM/kXmut-atm4o/s320/P4011070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iF5520-tP7A/TZvs7dPcSQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/t8_2c2hHlDU/s1600/P4011071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iF5520-tP7A/TZvs7dPcSQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/t8_2c2hHlDU/s320/P4011071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5e_yHwBksc/TZvtBYpux5I/AAAAAAAABlU/lPU_KU06jww/s1600/P4011073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5e_yHwBksc/TZvtBYpux5I/AAAAAAAABlU/lPU_KU06jww/s320/P4011073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys sounded great&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvhwuSNowUU/TZvtJFBI57I/AAAAAAAABlY/DJV2SOMYZKI/s1600/P4011075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvhwuSNowUU/TZvtJFBI57I/AAAAAAAABlY/DJV2SOMYZKI/s320/P4011075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys were very hippie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8k5NTjDW60/TZvtWHszenI/AAAAAAAABlc/mzKgibF9b2k/s1600/P4011079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8k5NTjDW60/TZvtWHszenI/AAAAAAAABlc/mzKgibF9b2k/s320/P4011079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This man encompasses much of the culture I want to capture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxGKllbhOSM/TZvtnV-wIzI/AAAAAAAABlg/mDLHuQzoh4E/s1600/P4011082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxGKllbhOSM/TZvtnV-wIzI/AAAAAAAABlg/mDLHuQzoh4E/s320/P4011082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zennkkDMjf8/TZvtwBYcPzI/AAAAAAAABlk/VFzk9B8x81k/s1600/P4011086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zennkkDMjf8/TZvtwBYcPzI/AAAAAAAABlk/VFzk9B8x81k/s320/P4011086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqmQlnX-kd8/TZvt39cQhwI/AAAAAAAABlo/S6NYdRIoz3Y/s1600/P4011088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqmQlnX-kd8/TZvt39cQhwI/AAAAAAAABlo/S6NYdRIoz3Y/s320/P4011088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anQVlfItZJg/TZvuB7u7L9I/AAAAAAAABls/TbvQAD_uV14/s1600/P4011089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anQVlfItZJg/TZvuB7u7L9I/AAAAAAAABls/TbvQAD_uV14/s320/P4011089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRETTY JELLO!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_15qOdjUx3Y/TZvuHUrH9FI/AAAAAAAABlw/5D4mDzisQzw/s1600/P4011090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_15qOdjUx3Y/TZvuHUrH9FI/AAAAAAAABlw/5D4mDzisQzw/s320/P4011090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PZt-kxk03U/TZvuQD2r3lI/AAAAAAAABl0/bycnZs1cVXM/s1600/P4011093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PZt-kxk03U/TZvuQD2r3lI/AAAAAAAABl0/bycnZs1cVXM/s320/P4011093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding up the bridge.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPunWGtAU-U/TZvufBz4hKI/AAAAAAAABl4/u6yggzrs1qo/s1600/P4011094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPunWGtAU-U/TZvufBz4hKI/AAAAAAAABl4/u6yggzrs1qo/s320/P4011094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbGXd0Mtrk/TZvulOmAsiI/AAAAAAAABl8/eNwTZkilF9M/s1600/P4011096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbGXd0Mtrk/TZvulOmAsiI/AAAAAAAABl8/eNwTZkilF9M/s320/P4011096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUkKZm2D7DI/TZvu7GrnTDI/AAAAAAAABmA/SSBIJ3m8m_4/s1600/P4011100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUkKZm2D7DI/TZvu7GrnTDI/AAAAAAAABmA/SSBIJ3m8m_4/s320/P4011100.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder Woman!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-366965982979313225?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/366965982979313225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=366965982979313225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/366965982979313225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/366965982979313225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/04/city-adventures-week-2-part-1.html' title='City Adventures- Week 2 part 1!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Wxc2REnZA/TZvmDh84JwI/AAAAAAAABho/EYtqcbqUy_Q/s72-c/P4010982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3344601679549441662</id><published>2011-04-03T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:14:39.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotations'/><title type='text'>Quotations... When I am all out of my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Success seems to be connected with action. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Successful people keep moving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They make mistakes but don't quit." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conrad Hilton﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I have no idea who Conrad Hilton is or where this quote came from but I love it and it is applicable to my life right now.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And in the words of one of my favorite people, "Onward Christian soldier!" -Roger Scalice (who was probably quoting someone else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pressing On by Scott Cunningham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one thing I do: forgetting what's behind to follow You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaching forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counting all things loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For knowing You Oh Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh-- Lord, I am reaching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toward, toward the goal of knowing You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I, I lay hold of all You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting what's behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pressing on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting what's behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am pressing on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more wasted time on empty things that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob me from the life of faith I'm living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running for the prize of knowing You Oh Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh-- Lord, I am reaching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toward, toward the goal of knowing You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I, I lay&amp;nbsp;hold of&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting what's behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pressing on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting what's behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pressing on to YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3344601679549441662?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3344601679549441662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3344601679549441662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3344601679549441662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3344601679549441662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/04/quotations-when-i-am-all-out-of-my-own.html' title='Quotations... When I am all out of my own.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6779986351528113209</id><published>2011-04-01T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Loosen Your Grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hold loosely to the things you love in this world. Nothing lasts forever. Everything fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cling to Jesus. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6779986351528113209?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6779986351528113209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6779986351528113209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6779986351528113209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6779986351528113209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/04/loosen-your-grip.html' title='Loosen Your Grip'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3940269290809347423</id><published>2011-03-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:02:50.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Sweet Friend-trips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I spent this past Sunday and Monday in San Francisco with one of my dearest sweetest friends Sonia. Sonia is an outright amazing woman of the Lord. She was my mentor when I began attending youth group at 14 years old and was a prayer warrior over my life in my years of rebellion against God and His beautiful plans for me. &lt;br /&gt;When I had started softening my heart to God almost 6 years later, Sonia was right by my side. Shortly after&amp;nbsp;we reconnected, she moved&amp;nbsp;across the country and was&amp;nbsp;soon diagnosed with cancer.&amp;nbsp;God healed her from terminal cancer which had spread throughout her body and she is a&amp;nbsp;living and walking and breathing testimony of God's grace, joy and love. Everywhere she goes she wants to share the love of Jesus Christ who saved her life. It's humbling and it's inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;We had SUCH a sweet time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaotHGU3p44/TZKwTf_U4MI/AAAAAAAABaQ/prn2hBcuu8k/s1600/P3261002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaotHGU3p44/TZKwTf_U4MI/AAAAAAAABaQ/prn2hBcuu8k/s320/P3261002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Commence road trip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7vmbpaypL8/TZKwcQy8GyI/AAAAAAAABaU/PISQIp3KMG4/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7vmbpaypL8/TZKwcQy8GyI/AAAAAAAABaU/PISQIp3KMG4/s320/11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHOA! iPhone flip camera. oooOooh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkS7Gl8jLa4/TZKwfNCXvPI/AAAAAAAABaY/EhGpleWutxA/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkS7Gl8jLa4/TZKwfNCXvPI/AAAAAAAABaY/EhGpleWutxA/s320/12.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHVfph3Xads/TZKwjimwiNI/AAAAAAAABac/g_a9NRdLpos/s1600/P3261003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHVfph3Xads/TZKwjimwiNI/AAAAAAAABac/g_a9NRdLpos/s320/P3261003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SyL7KFlXX0/TZKwmnRz6sI/AAAAAAAABag/mtNCcA8_JJk/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SyL7KFlXX0/TZKwmnRz6sI/AAAAAAAABag/mtNCcA8_JJk/s320/9.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmm. Keep that doctor away!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXuUZ81aZ_A/TZKwr7_OYjI/AAAAAAAABak/wLAg-HVPUzc/s1600/P3261007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXuUZ81aZ_A/TZKwr7_OYjI/AAAAAAAABak/wLAg-HVPUzc/s320/P3261007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh lala Hilton!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ-9Zxt6mK4/TZKwulSpBPI/AAAAAAAABao/QTDbywx-XtI/s1600/P3261012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ-9Zxt6mK4/TZKwulSpBPI/AAAAAAAABao/QTDbywx-XtI/s320/P3261012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGRMQYmdAQA/TZKwxTTDIQI/AAAAAAAABas/uFA9YjZ3SOk/s1600/P3261005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGRMQYmdAQA/TZKwxTTDIQI/AAAAAAAABas/uFA9YjZ3SOk/s320/P3261005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5KHL3QwLBM/TZKw0VSm27I/AAAAAAAABaw/PGYpUSUIxBk/s1600/P3261013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5KHL3QwLBM/TZKw0VSm27I/AAAAAAAABaw/PGYpUSUIxBk/s320/P3261013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke2Z6cMmeTw/TZKw4cIaT3I/AAAAAAAABa0/vR0uaOGUf4Q/s1600/P3261019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke2Z6cMmeTw/TZKw4cIaT3I/AAAAAAAABa0/vR0uaOGUf4Q/s320/P3261019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hear Stevie Wonder..... "Isn't she lovely?!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4iuinPKes/TZKw-BS-9wI/AAAAAAAABa4/pZn7lQSowpo/s1600/P3261024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4iuinPKes/TZKw-BS-9wI/AAAAAAAABa4/pZn7lQSowpo/s320/P3261024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ERZxddEH9o/TZKxBXM0ImI/AAAAAAAABa8/3uiPyS2aXPI/s1600/P3261031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ERZxddEH9o/TZKxBXM0ImI/AAAAAAAABa8/3uiPyS2aXPI/s320/P3261031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this mirror became the favorite spot to catch out upwards trolley to the room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnbjM0cL9FE/TZKxFhzIgOI/AAAAAAAABbA/tfYlq3ltIn4/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnbjM0cL9FE/TZKxFhzIgOI/AAAAAAAABbA/tfYlq3ltIn4/s320/3.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jump shot!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29Zhx8wuPU8/TZKxK-nMeAI/AAAAAAAABbE/DYxqX5T4hMY/s1600/P3261032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29Zhx8wuPU8/TZKxK-nMeAI/AAAAAAAABbE/DYxqX5T4hMY/s320/P3261032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e47gU1z0fg4/TZKxPciTNnI/AAAAAAAABbI/vpbiF3Al7M0/s1600/P3261036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e47gU1z0fg4/TZKxPciTNnI/AAAAAAAABbI/vpbiF3Al7M0/s320/P3261036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVvhf7PHgJg/TZKxVM2NfSI/AAAAAAAABbM/Xjn4leCh3hE/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVvhf7PHgJg/TZKxVM2NfSI/AAAAAAAABbM/Xjn4leCh3hE/s320/10.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this one.."SPLAT"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sHA-gbnOok/TZKxaZcZJlI/AAAAAAAABbQ/h5o6K4-A8L4/s1600/P3261038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sHA-gbnOok/TZKxaZcZJlI/AAAAAAAABbQ/h5o6K4-A8L4/s320/P3261038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the upwards trolley&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU6pJQIDZuo/TZKxdYXqCKI/AAAAAAAABbU/0lm_LboFGwA/s1600/P3261040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU6pJQIDZuo/TZKxdYXqCKI/AAAAAAAABbU/0lm_LboFGwA/s320/P3261040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;room window&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8chX6nDLqs/TZKxgkuSZEI/AAAAAAAABbY/XWA_cPG_e_M/s1600/P3261057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8chX6nDLqs/TZKxgkuSZEI/AAAAAAAABbY/XWA_cPG_e_M/s320/P3261057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't look down!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jJQvJSG1tw/TZKxjlsRhQI/AAAAAAAABbc/IBD4TqRj4L8/s1600/P3261064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jJQvJSG1tw/TZKxjlsRhQI/AAAAAAAABbc/IBD4TqRj4L8/s320/P3261064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sw1hqvddNVM/TZKxpny5CcI/AAAAAAAABbg/0ZWswXgWE-0/s1600/P3261066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sw1hqvddNVM/TZKxpny5CcI/AAAAAAAABbg/0ZWswXgWE-0/s320/P3261066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't lean back too far!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF3Z4xveSmo/TZKxtVt7pYI/AAAAAAAABbk/XwiTxkptXkY/s1600/P3261076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF3Z4xveSmo/TZKxtVt7pYI/AAAAAAAABbk/XwiTxkptXkY/s320/P3261076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was time for a pint... but we didn't take the time ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaOZXIFN_tY/TZKxw7_5x3I/AAAAAAAABbo/TMxlkp3xdSg/s1600/P3261075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaOZXIFN_tY/TZKxw7_5x3I/AAAAAAAABbo/TMxlkp3xdSg/s320/P3261075.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was actually time for Chipotle and I took the photo while eating lunch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyAGELqiufA/TZKxzeiZaII/AAAAAAAABbs/B5Zg2QMLdrU/s1600/P3261077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyAGELqiufA/TZKxzeiZaII/AAAAAAAABbs/B5Zg2QMLdrU/s320/P3261077.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;around the citay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xALp40ElTgg/TZKx3XdLXxI/AAAAAAAABbw/CiuzErpeaBc/s1600/P3261080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xALp40ElTgg/TZKx3XdLXxI/AAAAAAAABbw/CiuzErpeaBc/s320/P3261080.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDrUu8u9dDs/TZKx6vZD8ZI/AAAAAAAABb0/-9uL6x_ypXE/s1600/P3261082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDrUu8u9dDs/TZKx6vZD8ZI/AAAAAAAABb0/-9uL6x_ypXE/s320/P3261082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GULdxkBgxy0/TZKx8z3cR-I/AAAAAAAABb4/_SK6_wLxa8Q/s1600/P3261081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GULdxkBgxy0/TZKx8z3cR-I/AAAAAAAABb4/_SK6_wLxa8Q/s320/P3261081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Okpzln2jYhM/TZKx_YeYIzI/AAAAAAAABb8/eXyLCykYxow/s1600/P3261086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Okpzln2jYhM/TZKx_YeYIzI/AAAAAAAABb8/eXyLCykYxow/s320/P3261086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga glasses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqMYC6Xon9M/TZKyBmlLamI/AAAAAAAABcA/u24FJw3OcR4/s1600/P3261087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqMYC6Xon9M/TZKyBmlLamI/AAAAAAAABcA/u24FJw3OcR4/s320/P3261087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonia totally rocks these&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVqn4XmW9Mc/TZKyF5cb5FI/AAAAAAAABcE/IWTNmG02AJ0/s1600/P3261083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVqn4XmW9Mc/TZKyF5cb5FI/AAAAAAAABcE/IWTNmG02AJ0/s320/P3261083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my poker face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkrFq2GRzf0/TZKyI11FuZI/AAAAAAAABcI/8ommOH35bkg/s1600/P3261089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkrFq2GRzf0/TZKyI11FuZI/AAAAAAAABcI/8ommOH35bkg/s320/P3261089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ridiculously expensive and indulgent chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3E5RvpRYi8/TZKyLGEcjZI/AAAAAAAABcM/VQa-AcJ0apA/s1600/P3261091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3E5RvpRYi8/TZKyLGEcjZI/AAAAAAAABcM/VQa-AcJ0apA/s320/P3261091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYVmAGNmIs4/TZKyN8E5xSI/AAAAAAAABcQ/c_Ohcp7lQLY/s1600/P3261092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYVmAGNmIs4/TZKyN8E5xSI/AAAAAAAABcQ/c_Ohcp7lQLY/s320/P3261092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look amazing???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2BP3tbUDWw/TZKyQMjuO_I/AAAAAAAABcU/6Ly_SvYTfE0/s1600/P3261093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2BP3tbUDWw/TZKyQMjuO_I/AAAAAAAABcU/6Ly_SvYTfE0/s320/P3261093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ4wu1PmMy8/TZKyVFnF1hI/AAAAAAAABcY/nxS4fTDhH-g/s1600/P3261095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ4wu1PmMy8/TZKyVFnF1hI/AAAAAAAABcY/nxS4fTDhH-g/s320/P3261095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very cool drum/percussion street performer doing a medley of really good beats and songs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGsgrdm336Q/TZKyXW_etDI/AAAAAAAABcc/gT5vJv-YO5g/s1600/P3261096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGsgrdm336Q/TZKyXW_etDI/AAAAAAAABcc/gT5vJv-YO5g/s320/P3261096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yw1kBNBl2c/TZKybBGUJMI/AAAAAAAABcg/4LoAw_16Dkg/s1600/P3261098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yw1kBNBl2c/TZKybBGUJMI/AAAAAAAABcg/4LoAw_16Dkg/s320/P3261098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FryVa1KG14/TZKydhL3J3I/AAAAAAAABck/4laV_fsHdck/s1600/P3261100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FryVa1KG14/TZKydhL3J3I/AAAAAAAABck/4laV_fsHdck/s320/P3261100.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3snI8ku5rc/TZKygyurGJI/AAAAAAAABco/nZze6Ku_rEE/s1600/P3261101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3snI8ku5rc/TZKygyurGJI/AAAAAAAABco/nZze6Ku_rEE/s320/P3261101.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwQXbtbgOso/TZKyjSFCyrI/AAAAAAAABcs/tBSxb0-0GyM/s1600/P3261105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwQXbtbgOso/TZKyjSFCyrI/AAAAAAAABcs/tBSxb0-0GyM/s320/P3261105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capture the moment ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olyBsEQxiNw/TZKymKAFNFI/AAAAAAAABcw/IMKzBpw0b18/s1600/P3261107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olyBsEQxiNw/TZKymKAFNFI/AAAAAAAABcw/IMKzBpw0b18/s320/P3261107.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaIFENAiuk/TZKyoKOEfbI/AAAAAAAABc0/ACkIarfsnYI/s1600/P3261108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaIFENAiuk/TZKyoKOEfbI/AAAAAAAABc0/ACkIarfsnYI/s320/P3261108.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying so hard to get this guy all inconspicuously. I love this photo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcNtYVvdT3I/TZKyrM7N6GI/AAAAAAAABc4/rpppaGj_QKI/s1600/P3261109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcNtYVvdT3I/TZKyrM7N6GI/AAAAAAAABc4/rpppaGj_QKI/s320/P3261109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQBZasIi-Q/TZKytQyIE7I/AAAAAAAABc8/sWwcWXfCr74/s1600/P3261110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGQBZasIi-Q/TZKytQyIE7I/AAAAAAAABc8/sWwcWXfCr74/s320/P3261110.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giSC8Hmm2hc/TZKyvvvp2LI/AAAAAAAABdA/oJAF2dQ9LLM/s1600/P3261111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWf9nLkQMM8/TZKzH64dLdI/AAAAAAAABdg/-NL2oa8bwZs/s1600/P3261122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWf9nLkQMM8/TZKzH64dLdI/AAAAAAAABdg/-NL2oa8bwZs/s320/P3261122.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amip3SbEFkE/TZKzLFpoKuI/AAAAAAAABdk/OajIhOm005o/s1600/P3261123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amip3SbEFkE/TZKzLFpoKuI/AAAAAAAABdk/OajIhOm005o/s320/P3261123.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_GAugp_RM0/TZKzOD7u_DI/AAAAAAAABdo/ai6ccDWGczo/s1600/P3261124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_GAugp_RM0/TZKzOD7u_DI/AAAAAAAABdo/ai6ccDWGczo/s320/P3261124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many people actually look up at the sky&amp;nbsp;in the city?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIwAKVHqjHk/TZKzRqhmr5I/AAAAAAAABds/3jDXskSvzoY/s1600/P3261125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIwAKVHqjHk/TZKzRqhmr5I/AAAAAAAABds/3jDXskSvzoY/s320/P3261125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cCOmQKod88/TZKzXjzBmeI/AAAAAAAABdw/nnHIRc55Bzo/s1600/P3261130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cCOmQKod88/TZKzXjzBmeI/AAAAAAAABdw/nnHIRc55Bzo/s320/P3261130.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqay0mfctVU/TZKzafB8jrI/AAAAAAAABd0/nYRgg7UcC6U/s1600/P3261133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqay0mfctVU/TZKzafB8jrI/AAAAAAAABd0/nYRgg7UcC6U/s320/P3261133.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISuu0nyw8g/TZKzdpjSHwI/AAAAAAAABd4/27GRLTgzreo/s1600/P3261127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISuu0nyw8g/TZKzdpjSHwI/AAAAAAAABd4/27GRLTgzreo/s320/P3261127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WopPOlUP18/TZKzhMT3_zI/AAAAAAAABd8/M5wjrmQn4zw/s1600/P3261135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WopPOlUP18/TZKzhMT3_zI/AAAAAAAABd8/M5wjrmQn4zw/s320/P3261135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every single plant you see here is real.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaaB-r9rrOE/TZKzkDjO9II/AAAAAAAABeA/B387teg13Mo/s1600/P3261136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaaB-r9rrOE/TZKzkDjO9II/AAAAAAAABeA/B387teg13Mo/s320/P3261136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was incredible&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_gBxcS9-h4/TZKznOwtB7I/AAAAAAAABeE/20uMOhPHjm0/s1600/P3261137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_gBxcS9-h4/TZKznOwtB7I/AAAAAAAABeE/20uMOhPHjm0/s320/P3261137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love hydrangeas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47Rue3viGFg/TZKzrwxDiDI/AAAAAAAABeI/hG9JsLCHV04/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47Rue3viGFg/TZKzrwxDiDI/AAAAAAAABeI/hG9JsLCHV04/s320/13.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my FAVE FAVE FAVORITE pic of Sonia from the whole trip!! She's so beautiful!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK7fjdvBZNg/TZKztzBG2yI/AAAAAAAABeM/cQ8rkjteNaI/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK7fjdvBZNg/TZKztzBG2yI/AAAAAAAABeM/cQ8rkjteNaI/s320/8.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me "waiting" for dinner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxxXKjRJYA/TZKzwTjFv2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/qDZQ8mYvniM/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxxXKjRJYA/TZKzwTjFv2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/qDZQ8mYvniM/s320/4.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look crazy with crap in my teeth.. All these photos sum it up, I'm just odd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPFISAt8cQ8/TZKz0F6iOpI/AAAAAAAABeU/56Y1WYDIZ9E/s1600/P3261142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPFISAt8cQ8/TZKz0F6iOpI/AAAAAAAABeU/56Y1WYDIZ9E/s320/P3261142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night view from room window&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ_SdWlpu3A/TZKz3WlMrkI/AAAAAAAABeY/TPdfGrb0KIY/s1600/P3261139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ_SdWlpu3A/TZKz3WlMrkI/AAAAAAAABeY/TPdfGrb0KIY/s320/P3261139.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qonrC8kmFmc/TZKz6f5sErI/AAAAAAAABec/w4un_btr3LY/s1600/P3261143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qonrC8kmFmc/TZKz6f5sErI/AAAAAAAABec/w4un_btr3LY/s320/P3261143.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjquBvHrir8/TZKz9cHAc2I/AAAAAAAABeg/tM-VnhN7FsI/s1600/P3261144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjquBvHrir8/TZKz9cHAc2I/AAAAAAAABeg/tM-VnhN7FsI/s320/P3261144.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D3mSws2CIc/TZK0CemtUjI/AAAAAAAABek/3TAioorxU9c/s1600/P3261138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D3mSws2CIc/TZK0CemtUjI/AAAAAAAABek/3TAioorxU9c/s320/P3261138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By4rQ_K3TzA/TZK0GTpip2I/AAAAAAAABeo/3AiA3GOr-8E/s1600/P3271146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By4rQ_K3TzA/TZK0GTpip2I/AAAAAAAABeo/3AiA3GOr-8E/s320/P3271146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;morning view. GORGEOUS DAY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhJelpQ27d4/TZK0LSi7aII/AAAAAAAABes/HAwgeAKbGQ8/s1600/P3271147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhJelpQ27d4/TZK0LSi7aII/AAAAAAAABes/HAwgeAKbGQ8/s320/P3271147.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7sXmA5ilQ4/TZK0N2kudhI/AAAAAAAABew/E0KcozV7Qwc/s1600/P3271148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7sXmA5ilQ4/TZK0N2kudhI/AAAAAAAABew/E0KcozV7Qwc/s320/P3271148.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8vyVQqzRoU/TZK0RAfiDXI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZXTGfN-S8sI/s1600/P3271150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8vyVQqzRoU/TZK0RAfiDXI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZXTGfN-S8sI/s320/P3271150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Union Street. HAUTE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d_YjTsw-MI/TZK0VChvzOI/AAAAAAAABe4/S4RitnhkcYE/s1600/P3271151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d_YjTsw-MI/TZK0VChvzOI/AAAAAAAABe4/S4RitnhkcYE/s320/P3271151.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love French bakeries.. They make me feel like I am somehow more connected to my French heritage!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PQCjBsqU2k/TZK0YNGVlLI/AAAAAAAABe8/s1cfL3xYVzM/s1600/P3271154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--PQCjBsqU2k/TZK0YNGVlLI/AAAAAAAABe8/s1cfL3xYVzM/s320/P3271154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We l&amp;lt;3ve parisols!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JP8TLGrSCkM/TZK0aUUFwEI/AAAAAAAABfA/jvvKjN7cmaA/s1600/P3271156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JP8TLGrSCkM/TZK0aUUFwEI/AAAAAAAABfA/jvvKjN7cmaA/s320/P3271156.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;so cute :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adcpetfrfUA/TZK0d5kRfuI/AAAAAAAABfE/j4ig02Ft9jA/s1600/P3271157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adcpetfrfUA/TZK0d5kRfuI/AAAAAAAABfE/j4ig02Ft9jA/s320/P3271157.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside zee frayench baykayrhee!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fLItCY6byc/TZK0gSYViKI/AAAAAAAABfI/ZJpL2CWC0ZY/s1600/P3271158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fLItCY6byc/TZK0gSYViKI/AAAAAAAABfI/ZJpL2CWC0ZY/s320/P3271158.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so rustic and cool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7cv3LLTa54/TZK0j3qblWI/AAAAAAAABfM/cKoY-rHiwqY/s1600/P3271159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7cv3LLTa54/TZK0j3qblWI/AAAAAAAABfM/cKoY-rHiwqY/s320/P3271159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COsQVCcYRwc/TZK0m2MNCuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0UoRhhu2aHI/s1600/P3271160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COsQVCcYRwc/TZK0m2MNCuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0UoRhhu2aHI/s320/P3271160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlAbCXSFcrg/TZK1A_8odjI/AAAAAAAABfU/qym-3Faaq8A/s1600/P3271161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlAbCXSFcrg/TZK1A_8odjI/AAAAAAAABfU/qym-3Faaq8A/s320/P3271161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;makes me wanna bake and make a storage unit decorated with pasta!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIGkcwEJQqQ/TZK1DUZ_DUI/AAAAAAAABfY/xzvdv_l-x2s/s1600/P3271162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIGkcwEJQqQ/TZK1DUZ_DUI/AAAAAAAABfY/xzvdv_l-x2s/s320/P3271162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM75aHFXa2M/TZK1JObqXVI/AAAAAAAABfc/X7TuJB4bmPk/s1600/P3271163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM75aHFXa2M/TZK1JObqXVI/AAAAAAAABfc/X7TuJB4bmPk/s320/P3271163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DF05EVBkbGE/TZK1LZn3OgI/AAAAAAAABfg/TaOxIMAoPvM/s1600/P3271165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DF05EVBkbGE/TZK1LZn3OgI/AAAAAAAABfg/TaOxIMAoPvM/s320/P3271165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVkdNcmsCI/TZK1VVbCKnI/AAAAAAAABfk/HeRdUSgiPgI/s1600/P3271168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVkdNcmsCI/TZK1VVbCKnI/AAAAAAAABfk/HeRdUSgiPgI/s320/P3271168.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjH4_Btc2VI/TZK1X6pCIgI/AAAAAAAABfo/LuUP8l5ZhdI/s1600/P3271169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjH4_Btc2VI/TZK1X6pCIgI/AAAAAAAABfo/LuUP8l5ZhdI/s320/P3271169.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh2i8gXc5-w/TZK1bH_vvTI/AAAAAAAABfs/Q3JqSeMMNx8/s1600/P3271170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh2i8gXc5-w/TZK1bH_vvTI/AAAAAAAABfs/Q3JqSeMMNx8/s320/P3271170.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59S2rDjmHT8/TZK1etRTPFI/AAAAAAAABfw/zSkN6XaRMoI/s1600/P3271174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59S2rDjmHT8/TZK1etRTPFI/AAAAAAAABfw/zSkN6XaRMoI/s320/P3271174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zub_flHifI/TZK1iy5jk0I/AAAAAAAABf0/RPeLaKvLea8/s1600/P3271175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zub_flHifI/TZK1iy5jk0I/AAAAAAAABf0/RPeLaKvLea8/s320/P3271175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;so were my beautiful shoes!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alLJ9mHSH2Q/TZK1lSzibmI/AAAAAAAABf4/FTv8qat3-3A/s1600/P3271177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alLJ9mHSH2Q/TZK1lSzibmI/AAAAAAAABf4/FTv8qat3-3A/s320/P3271177.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7FhDRm3K1Y/TZK1qazRnUI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fkihu7fMHe0/s1600/P3271178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7FhDRm3K1Y/TZK1qazRnUI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fkihu7fMHe0/s320/P3271178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shot is downright awesome. It's all in her pose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuk62o-izL8/TZK11X91DkI/AAAAAAAABgE/n09ixRnwTwA/s1600/P3271180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuk62o-izL8/TZK11X91DkI/AAAAAAAABgE/n09ixRnwTwA/s320/P3271180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PFPeoBE9iU/TZK145xQ6EI/AAAAAAAABgI/Uam9k06e01Y/s1600/P3271181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PFPeoBE9iU/TZK145xQ6EI/AAAAAAAABgI/Uam9k06e01Y/s320/P3271181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlsEEr6jC_k/TZK19r1bnTI/AAAAAAAABgM/6O5lzCAzbJY/s1600/P3271182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlsEEr6jC_k/TZK19r1bnTI/AAAAAAAABgM/6O5lzCAzbJY/s320/P3271182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGTLV0j6__A/TZK2CfVMZ4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/vLW7QHzDkZc/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGTLV0j6__A/TZK2CfVMZ4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/vLW7QHzDkZc/s320/14.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voila! C'est Sonia et moi!&lt;br /&gt;Aurevoir!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3940269290809347423?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3940269290809347423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3940269290809347423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3940269290809347423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3940269290809347423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-friend-trips.html' title='Sweet Friend-trips!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaotHGU3p44/TZKwTf_U4MI/AAAAAAAABaQ/prn2hBcuu8k/s72-c/P3261002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7267688434501206907</id><published>2011-03-27T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Proverb 16: 1&lt;br /&gt;The plans of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverb 16:9 &lt;br /&gt;The mind of a man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverb 27:1&lt;br /&gt;Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;br /&gt;So do not worry about tomorrow; for&amp;nbsp;tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 4:13-16&lt;br /&gt;Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit." You you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and also to this and that." But as it is, you boast in your arrogance; all such boasting is evil. Therefore, to one who knows the right thing to do and does not do it, to him it is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, "Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is in the hands of God. Don't let either distract you from today." How often we lose sight of today by waiting for tomorrow. No one knows if tomorrow will come for them. Why waste energy on what is not guaranteed??&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/5440741738057237581-7267688434501206907?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7267688434501206907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7267688434501206907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7267688434501206907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7267688434501206907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1331707081609765956</id><published>2011-03-26T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was watching a teaching by Francis Chan yesterday on Psalm 23, the Lord is my shepherd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He played a video of his daughter singing a song she had writte as if God&amp;nbsp;speaking.&amp;nbsp;Totally ministered to me. Here are the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know your&amp;nbsp;pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I hear your cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and I've been there too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and I promise not to leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Soon you will see what I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Child keep your eyes on Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You're right where you should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Don't fear anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Cause I'm here and I can bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even here I'll bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's a reason for everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and each season I can bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even here I'll bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This narrow road will lead you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Follow the faithful few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Who have finished strong before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't promise you'll be free from pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Until you see My face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But I'll help you run the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So don't fear anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Cause I'm here and I can bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even here I'll bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's a reason for everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and each season I can bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even here I'll bring you joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There is no power strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To separate you from My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There is no power strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To keep Me from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neZ3oLRpgRE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neZ3oLRpgRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿You can watch her sing the song at 24 mins but I highly recommend watching the teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1331707081609765956?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1331707081609765956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1331707081609765956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1331707081609765956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1331707081609765956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2739999129167723731</id><published>2011-03-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We count those blessed who endured. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You have heard of the endurance of Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and have seen t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he outcome of the Lord's dealings:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is full of compassion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is merciful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 5:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-of-job-god-is-holy-god-is-good.html"&gt;Recap of Job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2739999129167723731?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2739999129167723731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2739999129167723731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2739999129167723731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2739999129167723731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/outcome.html' title='The Outcome'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8546504856397004839</id><published>2011-03-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Into God's Capable Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's really really hard to watch someone you care about go through something hard. At least for me it is. I am not the type of person who can just shrug it off. I carry burdens. I want to make things better or try to encourage in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes all we can do is offer availability and a listening ear and commiserate with the one who is struggling or hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so many situations right now I am learning what it looks like and feels like to place everything into God's capable hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend recently shared with me that she was thankful God opened her eyes to the fact that when she let go of whatever she was struggling with it didn't just float out into no-man's land but was in the hands that made the universe. That should provide for rest on all sides. But truly rest from troubles is a battle in the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "LET not your heart be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in Me. My peace I give you, not as the world gives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can allow our hearts to be troubled. It's a decision. The antidote to a troubled heart: believe in God, hope in God, trust in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8546504856397004839?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8546504856397004839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8546504856397004839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8546504856397004839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8546504856397004839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/into-gods-capable-hands.html' title='Into God&apos;s Capable Hands'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6875955535676803828</id><published>2011-03-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:10:16.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Laughter is Medicine and Smiles are Keepsakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RoG2lSUnOro/TYawklnCETI/AAAAAAAABKo/8R6Q4hvrovA/s1600/P3190989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RoG2lSUnOro/TYawklnCETI/AAAAAAAABKo/8R6Q4hvrovA/s400/P3190989.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cgI0hB0nGyM/TYawqydFCtI/AAAAAAAABKs/Y7wSxJLdIWU/s1600/P3190985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cgI0hB0nGyM/TYawqydFCtI/AAAAAAAABKs/Y7wSxJLdIWU/s400/P3190985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdPJYiDtomk/TYawu7cCW3I/AAAAAAAABKw/rBe4haQEWGA/s1600/P3190992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdPJYiDtomk/TYawu7cCW3I/AAAAAAAABKw/rBe4haQEWGA/s400/P3190992.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4o9JQF1B2fo/TYawy7hL7jI/AAAAAAAABK0/JoZ4Uq5AAdo/s1600/P3190995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4o9JQF1B2fo/TYawy7hL7jI/AAAAAAAABK0/JoZ4Uq5AAdo/s400/P3190995.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6875955535676803828?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6875955535676803828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6875955535676803828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6875955535676803828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6875955535676803828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/laughter-is-medicine-and-smiles-are.html' title='Laughter is Medicine and Smiles are Keepsakes'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RoG2lSUnOro/TYawklnCETI/AAAAAAAABKo/8R6Q4hvrovA/s72-c/P3190989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3534934035694014154</id><published>2011-03-19T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:02:50.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>A Break in the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XTa9yKB-VI4/TYUxi1sdruI/AAAAAAAABKk/npy-7RNLB3M/s1600/0318111937-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XTa9yKB-VI4/TYUxi1sdruI/AAAAAAAABKk/npy-7RNLB3M/s320/0318111937-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Serioulsy. I love my home. We have the biggest expanse of sky. Whenever I am overwhelmed with life, getting out and seeing the vastness of what surrounds me always brings me clarity and&amp;nbsp;a sense that "everything really is going to be ok." The sky is so much bigger than me. God is so much bigger than the sky. I love this picture because it's as if the light beaming in the midst of the darkness sucks you upward and into the light. Unfortunately, I didn't have my actual camera and my cell is lousy quality with photos so the grandeur of the scene is limited. But it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3534934035694014154?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3534934035694014154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3534934035694014154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3534934035694014154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3534934035694014154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/break-in-clouds.html' title='A Break in the Clouds'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XTa9yKB-VI4/TYUxi1sdruI/AAAAAAAABKk/npy-7RNLB3M/s72-c/0318111937-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6045438719247741715</id><published>2011-03-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:11:17.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Because YOU Love, You Won't Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XTSO5_J2MxI?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably never be&amp;nbsp;a fan of&amp;nbsp;biblical illustrations. They just seem downright corny. But this is such a good song. Don't let the pictures distract you. And if you like the pictures.. Well then, there you go ;) to each his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6045438719247741715?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6045438719247741715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6045438719247741715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6045438719247741715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6045438719247741715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-you-love-you-wont-give-up.html' title='Because YOU Love, You Won&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XTSO5_J2MxI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3714702583818810932</id><published>2011-03-16T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Call Me SaraN-wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I want to cling to what I KNOW. Let go of all the rest. Trust God. Trust that He knows all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3714702583818810932?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3714702583818810932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3714702583818810932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3714702583818810932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3714702583818810932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/call-me-saran-wrap.html' title='Call Me SaraN-wrap'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3535180875110232314</id><published>2011-03-16T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:05:13.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random and Thoughtless'/><title type='text'>Old Enough For Lipstick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6j2wBywThDQ/TYEgMRnOJYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rze4caX0RFI/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6j2wBywThDQ/TYEgMRnOJYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rze4caX0RFI/s320/a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes. I have decided I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3535180875110232314?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3535180875110232314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3535180875110232314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3535180875110232314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3535180875110232314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-enough-for-lipstick_16.html' title='Old Enough For Lipstick?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6j2wBywThDQ/TYEgMRnOJYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rze4caX0RFI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8278698491252093706</id><published>2011-03-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:15:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan- You Are Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I realize that I haven't said anything about Japan and the recent terror of the earthquake and tsunami. Japan: you are in my heart you being all the people who are there and have been affected by this catastrophic and tragic event. I can only imagine the horror and fear so many people have been experiencing since Friday. You are not alone. Many people care. Many people are praying. You are each individually important. Most importantly to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8278698491252093706?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8278698491252093706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8278698491252093706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8278698491252093706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8278698491252093706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-you-are-loved.html' title='Japan- You Are Loved'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8901418367749906984</id><published>2011-03-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Stay in the Sweet Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today at church we had a guest speaker Jason Biel from Oregon teach about Barnabas in Acts 11. Barnabas was sent to Christians who were scattered throughout different countries due to persecution. Out of all things he could have come and spoken to them about to aid them as they continued to share the gospel of Jesus Christ, his one exhortation (passionate encouragement) was: STAY CLOSE TO JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason started out his teaching with an analogy of a surfer out on the water. The goal for a surfer is to find the "sweet spot" on the water. In order to stay in this spot he has to have a point of reference on the shore which will not move, otherwise, the current will inevitably cause him to drift. Before he knows it, he will look up and realize how far he is from the "sweet spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, life has a natural current. My "sweet spot" can only be maintained if I am fixing my eyes upon my immovable God, Jesus Christ. There will be times my eyes lose sight of Him and I look up and find myself asking, "How did I get here?? So far from where I was?" It's in those moments I must go back to my point of reference, Jesus, and stay close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet. Jesus plus nothing else really is everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my foot forward to be like Barnabas and encourage others to keep on holding on to Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8901418367749906984?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8901418367749906984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8901418367749906984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8901418367749906984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8901418367749906984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/stay-in-sweet-spot.html' title='Stay in the Sweet Spot'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1136490918252278151</id><published>2011-03-13T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:10:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phill Ellington "Losing is Winning"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love finding blogs that glorify Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did today and I want to share a quote from a man I admire but don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In our life there are &lt;strong&gt;times when it seems like we are buried alive&lt;/strong&gt;. Those are &lt;strong&gt;opportunities to die&lt;/strong&gt;. To die to self, to die to ambition, to die to pride, to die to selfishness &lt;strong&gt;and allow Christ to so control our lives&lt;/strong&gt; that we&lt;strong&gt; live for Him&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;unto Him&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;let His life be expressed through us as He lives in us&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and through us.&lt;/strong&gt; Losing is winning."- Phill Ellington speaking of Matthew 16 and cross&amp;nbsp;referencing John 12:24-25 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Truly, Truly, I say&amp;nbsp;to you, unless a&amp;nbsp;grain of wheat falls to the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world wil keep it to life eternal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phill&amp;nbsp;is a man who is currently going through chemotherapy for mantle cell lymphoma. Three days after he was diagnosed, he and his wife Cissy were hit with the news that she has a malignant brain tumor which had returned from a prior surgery and radiation 5 years earlier. Currently, they are both dealing with cancer at the same time. You can check him out at &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/phillellington"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/phillellington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both challenged and inspired to live for Christ with lno regard for my life. To live in such a way for Christ that says, "What else can I give to the Lord?" He deserves every part of me. "Losing is winning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1136490918252278151?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1136490918252278151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1136490918252278151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1136490918252278151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1136490918252278151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-finding-blogs-that-glorify-jesus.html' title='Phill Ellington &quot;Losing is Winning&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6016360464223107015</id><published>2011-03-11T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Book Of Job-- God is HOLY God is Good</title><content type='html'>I have ALWAYS disliked reading the book of Job. In fact, when I have tried to read through the bible the past 5 years of my relationship with Jesus when I get to Job I just lose interest and skip or skim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... This time was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with gist of the book of Job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan comes before God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God asks Satan "Have you seen My servant Job?! There is none blameless like Job fearing God and shunning evil in all the earth (Job 1:6-8)"  basically like: in your face Satan, you will never have anyone devoted to you as I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan challenges God saying that Job only is that way because of all of the blessings in his life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan tells God to stretch out His hand against Job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God allows Satan to have power over all Job had with execption of his person (himself and health)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan goes for it sparing ONLY what God commanded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In one day Job loses all his children, servants, livestock (all his wealth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job responds in worship to God "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; BLESSED be the name of the Lord" (Job 1:21)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again Satan comes before God and God asks him if he has considered Job who "still holds fast to his integrity" (Job 2:3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan is given permission to touch Job's person (his bone and flesh) but cannot take his life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan strikes Job with painful boils all over his body from the top of his head to the soles of his feet (Job 2:7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's "encouraging" wife tells him to curse God and die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job responds "You speak as one of the foolish women speaks. Shall we indeed accept good from God, and shall we not accept adversity?" (Job 2:9) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's three "friends" visit him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 7 days of silence due to being in awe of Job's visible suffering, they open their mouths in error&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's friends look at his circumstances and begin to use their own understanding of the situation-- they blame Job's suffering on sin and accuse Job of numerous things that were not true. They spoke incorrectly of God's character in these things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job contends with God and God answers him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job is humbled because he knows God is God and he is not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's friends are corrected by God. God basically stands up for Job (Job 42:8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's health is restored once Job prays for his friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the end God restores twice as much as Job once had. God blessed the latter days of Jobs life more than his beggining (Job 42:12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's an amazing story! BUT from Job chapter 3 until Job chapter 42 you have this crazy back and forth: Job crying out in anguish and his friends taking turns blaming Job for his own situation. It's like the unhappiest thing to read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am telling you though, the coolest thing about God's word is that it is HOLY, active and living and SHARPER than ANY double-edged sword. The Holy Spirit totally showed me some awesome stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Job at a few points is crying out basically saying (my complete paraphrase) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I have done all the right things! I have been a good person and I have given myself to the needy and the poor! I haven't sought out sin! In fact I have set up boundaries so that I do not sin but I flee sinful opportunities! I have no ease in my life, I have no comfort and no peace. I have NO IDEA why I am suffering and why these things have happened! I wish God would show me where I have gone wrong, what I have done and how to make it right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But... &lt;strong&gt;what God was working in and through Job's character and heart&lt;/strong&gt; were the MOST IMPORTANT THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job 23:8-10&lt;/strong&gt; Look, I go forward, but He is not there, and backward, but I cannot perceive Him; when He works on the left hand, I cannot behold Him; when He turns to the right hand, I cannot see Him. But HE KNOWS the way that I take; when He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new testament talks about believers being greived by various trials so that &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;genuineness of our faith&lt;/strong&gt;, being more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, would result in praise and honor and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen we love. Though now we do not see Him, yet believing, we rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of our faith--the salvation of our souls. (1 Peter 1:6-9)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even Job said "It is still my consolation and I rejoice in unspairing pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One" (Job 6:10). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ONE THING that Job rejoiced about in the entire book of Job (at least out loud) was that even in the middle of pain that would not stop, he did not deny God's words but held fast to them. THAT IS INCREDIBLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many times do we shake our fists at God when things do not turn out the way we hope or "planned?" If we don't actually shake our fists, how often do we turn from Him in our hearts? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rather than &lt;strong&gt;allow God to speak to us through pain&lt;/strong&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;run to so many other things&lt;/strong&gt; to distract us from an uncomfortable place. TV, friends, activities, dare I say FACEBOOK! even church and human wisdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose the best place&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;waiting upon the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;. Even when He seems silent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little did Job realize that his prayers would be answered as he cried out, "Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book! That with an iron stylus and lead they were engraved in the rock forever! As for me I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last He will take His stand on the earth! Even after my flesh is destroyed, yet from my flesh I shall see God; whom I myself shall behold, and whom my eyes will see and not another. My heart faints within me!" (Job 19:23-27) Doesn't that also sound a little like 1 Peter up above??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know that your Redeemer lives! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know that you can do EVERYTHING, and that no purpose of Your can be withheld from You. You asked, 'Who is this one who hides counsel without knowledge?' Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know. Listen, please, and let me speak; You said, 'I will question you, and you shall answer Me.' I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, &lt;strong&gt;but now&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes see You. Therefore, I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes"-- Job 42:2-6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Job was blessed because he did not waiver in his faith in God. He wrestled some with his words but God totally met Job and after humbling out, God blessed him SO MUCH! Sure, Job knew who God was with his head, but at the end of all this suffering he EXPERIENCED GOD. There was a head to heart transferred, experienced and understood knowledge of God's character which made Job realize his place: face down on the ground before a HOLY GOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is Holy, but He is GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His name is Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Every good and perfect gift comes from Him. He is the Father of lights who never changes. (Isaiah 9:6 and James 1:17)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6016360464223107015?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6016360464223107015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6016360464223107015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6016360464223107015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6016360464223107015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-of-job-god-is-holy-god-is-good.html' title='The Book Of Job-- God is HOLY God is Good'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4592140319187252701</id><published>2011-03-08T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:10:16.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Considerations'/><title type='text'>Almost Three Years Later</title><content type='html'>I just re-read one of my first blog entries &lt;a href="http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-am-i-crazy.html"&gt;http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-am-i-crazy.html&lt;/a&gt; from July 29, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My boss offered to pay for me to extend my trip and see Paris:&lt;strong&gt; a lifelong dream&lt;/strong&gt;. But the Lord specifically told me to go home. FAITH: the assurance of things hoped for but not seen. By faith I will be returning home, declining the BEYOND generous offer of my boss because &lt;strong&gt;there's a greater cause in doing what God has asked. Though I have no idea what lies ahead I feel it's something BIG. To trust and obey.. it is the only way to follow Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt; even when it makes no sense to others.&lt;/strong&gt; To take up my cross, die daily and to follow Him to the ends of the earth. To know Him and make Him known."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost three years later and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; here thinking: wow, I wonder what that was for?  A lot has happened in three years. A lot has happened in three months. I look back at those sentences and still I have no idea why God wanted me to come home. I may think I know but truly I have no idea. I am still walking by faith though that it was God's specific timing and plan that I return home from Hungary when I did back in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what God has for my life. I just know I have only what is in front of me. That's all I know I have. So I am to seek God daily and moment by moment for the leading of His Holy Spirit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I mused on a recurrent thought: could it be that God is not as concerned with what I do for Him in comparison to what HE is doing in me? I would muster up all that's in me to say ABSOLUTELY. Because the latter brings Him so much more glory and drives me to draw upon Him for everything. God is truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4592140319187252701?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4592140319187252701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4592140319187252701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4592140319187252701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4592140319187252701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-three-years-later.html' title='Almost Three Years Later'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6419289710411100608</id><published>2011-03-08T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:23:29.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>Perplexed But Not in Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In the secret crevices of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Lie questions still unanswered&lt;br /&gt;Some days seem to just fly by&lt;br /&gt;Others seem to drag on so much&lt;br /&gt;Like a rubber band being stretched to its limit&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much further I can go before I break&lt;br /&gt;But You meet me with strength Lord&lt;br /&gt;You meet me with a peace I don't I recall knowing&lt;br /&gt;You meet me with everything that I need&lt;br /&gt;Visions of where I thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Are learning how to die... or at least given to You for safekeeping&lt;br /&gt;You've made me aware that each new minute is an entrusting&lt;br /&gt;How will I spend Your gifted minutes Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Pining, self-pity, discontent?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I stretch forth these hands to offer healing and help?&lt;br /&gt;Will I use the voice You gave me to bring encouragement and comfort?&lt;br /&gt;The waiting is indeed the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;And yet, You show me how to occupy this space&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6419289710411100608?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5069631201089626569</id><published>2011-03-08T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:18:32.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Dost Know the Way</title><content type='html'>by Amy Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Father, to my heart I take&lt;br /&gt;Thy simple word of truth today;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not lose me in the brake,&lt;br /&gt;For Thou dost know the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my face a mountain frowns;&lt;br /&gt;Above me all the sky is grey;&lt;br /&gt;The mist is lying on the downs;&lt;br /&gt;But Thou dost know the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around me various voices call,&lt;br /&gt;But Thou wilt never let me stray;&lt;br /&gt;For Thou, my Father, knowest all&lt;br /&gt;The windings of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, music that the soft winds blow,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet song of peace for troubled day—&lt;br /&gt;I am contented not to know,&lt;br /&gt;Since Thou dost know the way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5069631201089626569?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5069631201089626569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5069631201089626569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5069631201089626569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5069631201089626569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/thou-dost-know-way.html' title='Thou Dost Know the Way'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2190851408401697575</id><published>2011-03-04T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:08:30.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>I KNOW.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm babysitting two out of three little boys for my dear friends while they're out on a much needed date night. Thankfully, they took their brand new baby boy because I do not know how to handle new borns. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, as I tucked the two into bed (I think they're 5 and 3 by now) they both said little prayers after bedtime stories. I always love hearing little kids pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older brother prayed this, "God I know you protect Sara and I know You protect Joshy (his younger brother) and I know you protect mommy and daddy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious. Precious and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me realize how much I pray to God not in a confident "knowing" but in a flimsy little "hoping" that often wonders if God will come through. So, I am challenged by a 5 year old to pray confident prayers to a big God KNOWING He is capable of so much and KNOWING He wants to answer my prayers and even declaring His great capability back to Him in confidence. AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2190851408401697575?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2190851408401697575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2190851408401697575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2190851408401697575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2190851408401697575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know.html' title='I KNOW.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4008143975671451404</id><published>2011-02-26T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:10:16.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>SNOW!!</title><content type='html'>We NEVER have snow where I live and there were rumors that we would get snow at sea level. Sooooo this morning when I woke up I was so eager to peer out my window. I had to rub my eyes several times but there was ACTUAL SNOW!!! Enjoy the shots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txXFHdAWF88/TWmdJav0DlI/AAAAAAAABE4/Qda8PMEXgek/s1600/P2251047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578162398599319122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txXFHdAWF88/TWmdJav0DlI/AAAAAAAABE4/Qda8PMEXgek/s400/P2251047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJx-gjjMvk8/TWmdIwxrNLI/AAAAAAAABEw/A5MsIn75fzU/s1600/P2251049.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7m7sgO0bQLI/TWmdIayBB8I/AAAAAAAABEg/AmHME18101Q/s1600/P2251050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578162381428688834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7m7sgO0bQLI/TWmdIayBB8I/AAAAAAAABEg/AmHME18101Q/s400/P2251050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SNOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4008143975671451404?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4008143975671451404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4008143975671451404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4008143975671451404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4008143975671451404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txXFHdAWF88/TWmdJav0DlI/AAAAAAAABE4/Qda8PMEXgek/s72-c/P2251047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4155732016772545496</id><published>2011-02-25T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:10:40.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>I Love this song for many reasons... mainly the banjo (or mandolin?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_MWu0YOhGUw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey starts, I'm back again&lt;br /&gt;Climbing through this mess I'm in&lt;br /&gt;While willow trees they shift beneath the outcome of my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;I stop again take a breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all my past, my past regret&lt;br /&gt;A smile breaks and finds her place,&lt;br /&gt;In this valley I see Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweet, sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like honey comb that's on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I taste a love that's heaven-sent&lt;br /&gt;A love that's pure, a love that's free&lt;br /&gt;The only love I really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweet, sweet love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4155732016772545496?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4155732016772545496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4155732016772545496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4155732016772545496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4155732016772545496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-love-esterlyn-lyrics.html' title='I Love this song for many reasons... mainly the banjo (or mandolin?)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_MWu0YOhGUw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7272598993299770303</id><published>2011-02-25T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:12:07.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Reject Rejection</title><content type='html'>Just listened to a sweet teaching on God's love by Jon Courson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection can cause SO many terrible things: dysfunction, hatred, depression, suicide. BUT GOD through Jesus Christ His Son offers us continual love and acceptance which, if we receive it, can and will overshadow any rejection we could ever face. Jesus was a perfect example of a man who was rejected yet stood firm and loved people regardless of how they received Him because of His standing with God the Father. God the Father said of Jesus, "Behold this is my &lt;strong&gt;beloved Son with whom I am well pleased&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who call upon Christ as Savior must see that we too have this same standing with God the Father because of Christ's perfect sarifice of Himself upon the cross. Let us walk in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joncourson.com/teaching/teachingsplay.asp?teaching=T369"&gt;http://www.joncourson.com/teaching/teachingsplay.asp?teaching=T369&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7272598993299770303?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7272598993299770303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7272598993299770303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7272598993299770303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7272598993299770303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/reject-rejection.html' title='Reject Rejection'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8022964443916645723</id><published>2011-02-24T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:12:07.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Strength is Here.</title><content type='html'>Do not fear, for I am with you;&lt;br /&gt;Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,&lt;br /&gt;Surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand ~Isaiah 41:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8022964443916645723?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8022964443916645723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8022964443916645723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8022964443916645723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8022964443916645723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/strength-is-here-god-is-near.html' title='Strength is Here.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3884332635438587204</id><published>2011-02-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:12:07.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>For this Purpose</title><content type='html'>For you have been called for &lt;em&gt;this purpose&lt;/em&gt;, since Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example for you to &lt;em&gt;follow &lt;/em&gt;in His steps,&lt;br /&gt;--who committed no sin&lt;br /&gt;--nor was any deceit found in His mouth&lt;br /&gt;--and while being reviled, He did not revile in return&lt;br /&gt;--while suffering, He uttered no threats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--but kept entrusting Himself to Him who judges righteously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 2:21-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is better, if&lt;em&gt; God should will it so, &lt;/em&gt;that you suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, since Christ has suffered in the flesh &lt;em&gt;arm yourselves also with the same purpose&lt;/em&gt;, because he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin, so as to live the rest of the time in the flesh no longer for the lusts of men, but for the &lt;em&gt;will of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore those also who suffer &lt;em&gt;according to the will of God&lt;/em&gt; shall entrust their souls to a faithful Creator in doing what is right.&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have suffered &lt;em&gt;a little while&lt;/em&gt;, the God of all grace, who has &lt;em&gt;called you to His eternal glory in Christ, &lt;/em&gt;will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIMSELF &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you.&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is present in times of suffering. From what we finite beings consider small to what we consider very large, no suffering is out of God's sight. Those who follow and call Christ Lord are told in God's word that our sufferings actually produce somethings that are quite worthwhile (refer to the books of James and Romans). Things like the proof of our faith, perserverance, patience, proven character and hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what God's children experience, we can TRUST that He is working something precious &lt;strong&gt;inwardly&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;ought to be lived outwardly in submission and obedience to Him&lt;/strong&gt;. And just as Christ never retaliated or did anything spiteful in return (though He above anyone else is justified to do so) but instead &lt;strong&gt;entrusted Himself over and over again to the ONE righteous Judge (God the Father), &lt;/strong&gt;we also, as His followers are called to follow in His ways. He gives us the power to do so through the Holy Spirit who raised Christ from the dead. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the precious things that God is teaching me even in the midst of heartache and the daily ups and downs of life. Christ is my anchor and He leads me all my days and all the day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3884332635438587204?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3884332635438587204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3884332635438587204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3884332635438587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3884332635438587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-this-purpose.html' title='For this Purpose'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-9155228937600608959</id><published>2011-02-21T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:13:00.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>As You Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bright eyes full of excitement&lt;br /&gt;Shined like little pots of golden sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Kissable chunky toddler cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Framed your face with a smile that would brighten the darkest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Life has shown you a colder side&lt;br /&gt;A side I wish you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Loss, fears, crushed hopes, pain&lt;br /&gt;The smiles have slowly disappeared into blank stares and quiet thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little heart, as you grow&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose the warmth true to your form&lt;br /&gt;Don't get buried beneath the weight of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to make everything better&lt;br /&gt;Make all your nightmares disappear&lt;br /&gt;Make all your happiest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little heart, as you grow&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow solemn reality to drown out your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let the world define your value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little precious button of love&lt;br /&gt;You're stitched into the fabric of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was nearer than I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little heart, as you grow&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide who you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't get lost in the shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-9155228937600608959?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/9155228937600608959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=9155228937600608959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/9155228937600608959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/9155228937600608959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-you-grow.html' title='As You Grow'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4868143303222179348</id><published>2011-02-19T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:14:34.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Parallels</title><content type='html'>I got home from kickboxing this morning and pulled into the carport. The wind and rain outside didn't seem extremely alluring so I took a moment to lean back the driver's seat and stretch out a little. As I did, I was checking out the view of my dash from a distance. I thought, "So cute. This car is so cute. I love everything about it inside and out. The way the interior is shaped, the cougar on my steering wheel that makes me feel even more fierce after kickboxing... I just am so thankful for this car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I remembered the car search I went on before I found my faithful little cougar. I had my dad come with me to a dealership and began to look at new and used cars. At 19 years old, I was ready to dump my pickup truck for something grander. I had re-dedicated my life to Jesus that Spring/Summer of 2005 and a new car (new to me at least) was something I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I fell in love with a hot little 6 speed Black Toyota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt; 2 door hatchback. However, there was an interesting smell emitting from the car after the test drive. My dad and I were not sold on their reasoning of a "recent oil change." BUT, after looking at paperwork I could afford it because I wasn't paying rent anywhere and had a steady job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a slight hesitation in the pit of my stomach but I &lt;em&gt;had to have that car&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, the dealership believed so much in the integrity of their used cars that they had a policy: you take it to your mechanic in the next week, have him check it out. If you change your mind, you can bring back the car and the deal will be off. So, I ate up the offer and drove that cute little car off into the sunset-- in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a week the smell didn't dissipate and I had an internal battle: did I really want to take it to the mechanic to see if there was indeed something seriously wrong? That would mean I would have to re-think this adorable new car. After much deliberation I took it to my mechanic. It was ridiculously dramatic as I waited to know the outcome of this thorough "check-up". Minutes seemed like hours, hours like days as if this car was my best friend undergoing surgery for some life threatening thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome was devastating: the car had a blown head gasket! Both my mechanic and I were upset that a dealership would sell a car in this condition. I mean, it's not like the car was a $3,000 lemon, it was over $17k with financing!! My mechanic called the dealership and reprimanded them. The dealership offered to fix the problem at no cost to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer trusted this dealership and I wasn't so sure this car was going to be the best thing for me. But boy, I really loved it. I had already decorated my rear view mirror and stick shift and passenger seat! Not to mention I showed the car off to practically everyone I knew with thrill and pure excitement: my first car!! That &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;bought all by myself!! I felt so cool and accomplished. Needless to say, I was torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mechanic said to me, "Sara, can I talk to you like a sister? Give the car back to the dealership. The last thing you want is to find out there are more issues with the car." I pondered but agreed with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed. Super bummed. Thankfully, God helped me to see this as a major blessing. Had I ignored the signs and proceeded with the car because it is what I wanted so bad, I would have been in a world of financial hurt and headache. So letting it go was the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried looking around some more for a different car but it seemed God had closed the door on everything so I pretty much let it go. I learned how to be content with the way things had been before the 6 speed hot sporty car. I went back to my faithful pickup truck; dented and very not sporty, but a wise decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by and one day I happened to be near a car dealership. On the fly, I began to walk around and check out sticker prices. Tucked away among brand new sparkly cars was this little silver 2 door hatchback that caught my eye. "What kind of a car is this?" I thought to myself. I had noticed a couple cars like it around town but never new what it was. "Cougar" was stamped on the butt. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's an off brand.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;." I couldn't help myself, it seemed to me like a Geo or something totally generic and my pride was getting in the way. But as I peered inside the driver's window I immediately began to like what I saw: 1) stick shift 2) bucket seats 3) super clean interior. Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was approached by a salesman. I asked to test drive the car and as he went for the keys he turned back to say, "You know that's a stick shift, right?" to which I replied, "You mean, you aren't going to teach me?" He hesitated for a moment and laughed after I smirked at him. This man was super nice and down to earth. In no way did he push or take advantage of me being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down the freeway and I grew fonder of this car by the moment. By the end of the day, after calling my dad and running some numbers by him, I decided this was it. This was the car. The dealership had offered me a good interest rate, threw in tinted windows, an extended warranty for free and I was sold. My awesome salesman followed me home in my truck so I could enjoy driving my new sleek silver bullet. He was sincerely excited that I was excited and shared in my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been such a great experience buying that car. I drove us back to the dealership and after all was said and done, they had knocked the price of the car down by 10% for me so I could get even better financing than we initially went for. Talk about blessed beyond what I could ask or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I see how patience and contentment in "lesser" things (my pickup truck) led to such blessing and a firm and free feeling of making the right decision when I bought the Cougar when God saw the time was right. Not to mention, shortly after I bought the car I needed to move out of where I was living forcing me to take on a new financial responsibility of paying rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through that season God taught me how to bless Him by being wise with my money. First in giving to Him and then seeking His guidance in how to pay my bills and what I could afford without using a credit card. He stretched every last penny and taught me invaluable lessons about what I was capable of through Him and how He had His hand upon my life and took care of my every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so silly that I was stubbornly set on that Toyota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to make it work even though in the deepest part of me I had undeniable hesitation and my hesitation was met by the knowledge of things seriously off with the car. Thankfully, God intervened. He truly did. Who knows what I would be driving today if I took that car and what kind of debt I would be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to teach me how to be content with what He had for me, even when it didn't match up to my dreams and desires. I had to learn what it meant to be humbled out. Especially feeling humiliation after showing off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;, because I felt like such a failure. But what is any "feeling" which may last for a little while in comparison to making the right decision?? It's nothing. Nothing but a fleeting emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way I am re-learning this lesson in a greater way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, my sweet little car gets great mileage and has been super dependable. It has been a tool of ministry in driving many high school students home after youth group. Had I put it next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;, I would have chosen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;. But God had different plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings we hold on to for so long trying to make it work in our own strength because our desires are more important than God's. Perhaps God is telling you to let go of something and trust Him with complete abandon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what He has done in my life in regards to a relationship that had marriage on the horizon. As we got closer to our wedding date, the deepest part of me was filled with hesitation. There were serious red flags that I tried to push through and ignore. God intervened and I was unable to move forward because it was clear that this relationship and the struggles inside of it had become more important to me than Jesus. Not only could I not move forward, but God made it clear I needed to walk away and surrender it to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been about a month and a half of being single. There have been days when I want to run back to the relationship and try to make things work but in those moments I end up confused and my vision of what I am supposed to be doing with myself gets cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in those moments God has met my deepest needs when I cry out to Him in loneliness, sadness, confusion, frustration or anger with brutal and unmasked honesty. He knows!! He knows this has been hard. He knows that I wanted more than anything for things to be different and to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't lie. It's a bummer. It's a big fat bummer to have a wedding dress and no wedding to wear it to. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;humiliating&lt;/span&gt; to tell people over and over again that there is no wedding date, there is no fiance. There is no ring. There is no future right now. There are only the &lt;em&gt;could have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;em&gt;been's.&lt;/em&gt; That is not to be my focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asks me if I trust Him enough with my future to have faith and believe that He is working all things together for good. Good that He defines. And I do. I believe it with all of my heart and everything that is in me. And that is His desire for me. He wants me to seek Him and be content with where I am in life. Even when it seems like being single is a "lesser" thing like my pickup truck was in comparison to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Celica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in the same way He did with my car situation, God has already and will continue to teach me invaluable lessons and grow my character along the way. When the time is right God will meet my desire to be married by either restoring the relationship I once had, bringing someone else or showing me that His will for my life is to be single. I know that in all of those scenarios I will never be disappointed as I hope in God. More than all these things, He will continue to conform me to the image of His precious Son who laid aside ALL things and died for me. I owe Him my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how recalling and retelling this car story takes so long in comparison to the memories that flashed through my head as I leaned back my car seat today. I began to thank God for all of the situations He has brought me through. He has been so faithful to see me through the darkest night. When I didn't think I could bear one more thing, He has always met me with an extra measure of grace as I have made it my aim to seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many circumstances I would never have chosen for myself. Things that seemed so unfortunate and disappointing at the time but ended up being more of a blessing that I could have ever imagined. Again and again in my life He speaks these words into my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:3-5 ...we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame (or disappoint), because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:9-- as it is written, "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4868143303222179348?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4868143303222179348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4868143303222179348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4868143303222179348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4868143303222179348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/parallels.html' title='Parallels'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8942759821089523030</id><published>2011-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:12:31.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random and Thoughtless'/><title type='text'>Yes. Yes. Yes.</title><content type='html'>Today is dark and rainy. I love dark and rainy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8942759821089523030?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8942759821089523030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8942759821089523030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8942759821089523030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8942759821089523030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-yes-yes.html' title='Yes. Yes. Yes.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3557589898554526931</id><published>2011-02-17T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:14:34.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>"Good"</title><content type='html'>I have realized that &lt;strong&gt;I wait&lt;/strong&gt; for the "good" God is working together through all things (Romans 8:28) for those who love Him and are called according to His purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have also recognized that whatever is "good" is that which brings me closer to God.&lt;/strong&gt; So while I press on in life just "waiting" for whatever "good" God is working together through all things I am (if I am submitted to the Lord and obedient to Him focused on loving Him) actually already walking in the "good" that He is working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Psalm&lt;/span&gt; 84 is one of my very favorites. God spoke this to me years ago and asked me if what I considered "good" was something I allowed Him to define and choose or if it was something I based on circumstances or how I felt about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Psalm&lt;/span&gt; 84:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the Lord is a sun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord gives grace and glory;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO GOOD THING does He withhold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From those who walk uprightly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this section of scripture some time ago, it was as if God immediately whispered into my heart, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;If I withhold&lt;/strong&gt; the things you are longing for and desire, even if they are not sinful but seemingly good and beautiful, it is because&lt;strong&gt; right now they are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not good for you&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I see a parent withhold something from their child because the parent just knows better? Example: "No, you cannot have that lollipop before bedtime right after you brushed your teeth." Is that parent being spiteful by not giving into their child's longings? No way. They just know what is better. Not only will the sugar amp up their child so that he or she cannot get the rest that is needed, it will also defeat the purpose of brushing his or her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, God as my perfect loving Father who created me and knows all things about me: the beginning from the end, never withholds from me so that I "miss out" on anything, but truly because &lt;strong&gt;He knows&lt;/strong&gt; what is &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the "waiting" when I feel like my prayers aren't answered for some thing I am wanting but do not have, God is pouring out the &lt;strong&gt;"good"&lt;/strong&gt; as I remain surrendered to Him and willing to do what He wants rather than go after things on my own. So, even in the midst of trials in this life, because God has allowed them, they are good and can be a source of joy. I can allow patience to have its perfect work in me so that I may be complete and lacking nothing (James 1:2-4). He must increase and I must decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all about Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3557589898554526931?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3557589898554526931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3557589898554526931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3557589898554526931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3557589898554526931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/good.html' title='&quot;Good&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2656879942810009368</id><published>2011-02-16T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:13:42.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>FORTITUDE.. My New Favorite Word</title><content type='html'>There's just nothing like reading something and it striking you so much as something you identify with or something that is a super good point that you find yourself saying "Mmmm!" out loud and nodding. Maybe I am just one of those people who have a hard time being quiet anyway but when I read something good I always find myself making verbal proclamations or grunts of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of those "Mmmm!" moments as I was reading from &lt;em&gt;Gold By Moonight&lt;/em&gt; by Amy Carmichael in a chapter called "Fortitude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;fortitude&lt;/strong&gt; is:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mental and emotional strength in facing difficulty, adversity, danger, or temptation courageously; strength and firmness of mind; resolute endurance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are called to be the Lord's Die-hards to whom can be committed any kind of trial of endurance, and who can be counted upon to stand firm whatever happens... This is the spirit that animates all valiant life: to be &lt;strong&gt;strong in will&lt;/strong&gt;-- to strive, to seek, to find, and &lt;strong&gt;not to yield&lt;/strong&gt;-- is all that ever matters. Failure or success, as the world understands these words, is of no eternal account. To be able to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stand steady in defeat is in itself victory&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....big courage is the cold-blooded kind, the kind that never lets go even when you're feeling empty inside, and your blood's thin, and there's no kind of fun or profit to be had, and the trouble's not over in an hour or two but lasts for months and years...speaking about...&lt;strong&gt;'Fortitude.'&lt;/strong&gt; I reckon fortitude's biggest thing a man can have--just go on enduring whern there's no guts or heart left in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider Him (Jesus) who endured. The word has a tranquilising power. The endurance which "remains under," &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;which does not try to slip from under or float over and so escape from the trial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- that is what we see when we consider our Lord, so marred, more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men, yet eternal Lover of men, eternal Conqueror."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2656879942810009368?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2656879942810009368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2656879942810009368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2656879942810009368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2656879942810009368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/fortitude-my-new-favorite-word.html' title='FORTITUDE.. My New Favorite Word'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3334405435936863839</id><published>2011-02-14T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:13:05.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotations'/><title type='text'>Nothing To Do Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You look back at a certain moment which changed everything...This was like a lightning-flash cleaving straight across the road on which you walked. You shut your eyes instinctively; when you opened them the road looked different. And it was different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing will ever be again as it was before that lightning-flash. This, and this, and this you will never do again. And the road will grow duller and darker with every mile you go---- is that your thought?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Voice &lt;/strong&gt;speaks within you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Things will never be as they were before? That is true; for they will be &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will never do this and this again? That also is true; for I have &lt;strong&gt;other things&lt;/strong&gt; for you to do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;They are not what you would choose? But they are &lt;strong&gt;indeed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the road best that Love can choose for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road will grow duller and darker with every mile you go? The path is like a shining light; like the sun that you have watched on many a lovely morning coming out of his chambers and rejoicing as a strong man to run a race. Does the light on that shining racecourse of the sky grow less and less? No, &lt;strong&gt;it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shineth&lt;/span&gt; more and more&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;So shall the path of My beloved be, not darker, but brighter as it nears the perfect day&lt;/strong&gt;. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord. &lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;, not that.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet-- O Lord, forgive; the things I cannot do are looking in through my window now, and beckoning me, and calling me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'But I am here in the room with you: &lt;strong&gt;I am nearer&lt;/strong&gt; that those beckoning, calling things. I come between them and you. You have nothing to do now, but to please Me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, though you may have been trained in the noblest liturgy on earth, you echo the simple words as a young child might, 'I have nothing to do now, but to please Thee.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Thou art not hard to please&lt;/strong&gt;, O blessed Lover of us all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Gold By Moonlight" by Amy Carmichael, &lt;em&gt;Veils, &lt;/em&gt;p159-160&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3334405435936863839?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3334405435936863839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3334405435936863839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3334405435936863839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3334405435936863839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-to-do-now.html' title='Nothing To Do Now'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4162323192525285628</id><published>2011-02-11T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:12:07.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Lamentations 3:20-41</title><content type='html'>Surely my soul remembers&lt;br /&gt;and is bowed down within me.&lt;br /&gt;This I recall to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I have hope.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's lovingkindnesses&lt;br /&gt;indeed never cease,&lt;br /&gt;For His compassions never fail.&lt;br /&gt;They are new every morning;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Your faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore I have hope in Him."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,&lt;br /&gt;To the person who seeks Him.&lt;br /&gt;It is good that he waits silently&lt;br /&gt;For the salvation of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;It is good for a man that he should bear&lt;br /&gt;the yoke in his youth.&lt;br /&gt;Let him sit alone and be silent&lt;br /&gt;Since He has laid it on him.&lt;br /&gt;Let him put his mouth in the dust,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;Let him give his cheek to the smiter,&lt;br /&gt;Let him be filled with reproach.&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord will not reject forever,&lt;br /&gt;For if He causes grief,&lt;br /&gt;Then He will have compassion&lt;br /&gt;According to His abundant lovingkindness.&lt;br /&gt;For He does not afflict willingly&lt;br /&gt;Or grieve the sons of men.&lt;br /&gt;To crush under His feet&lt;br /&gt;All the prisoners of the land,&lt;br /&gt;To deprive a man of justice&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of the Most High,&lt;br /&gt;To defraud a man in his lawsuit-&lt;br /&gt;Of these things the Lord does not approve.&lt;br /&gt;Who is there who speaks and it comes to pass,&lt;br /&gt;Unless the Lord had commanded it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not from the mouth of the Most High&lt;br /&gt;That both good and ill go forth?&lt;br /&gt;Why should any living mortal, or any man,&lt;br /&gt;Offer complain in view of his sins?&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine and probe our ways,&lt;br /&gt;And let us return to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;We lift up our heart and hands&lt;br /&gt;Toward God in heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4162323192525285628?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4162323192525285628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4162323192525285628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Bitterness Vs. Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Time to be a little more transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:1 talks about running the race that God has set before a person who has accepted Jesus as their Savior. It explains that there will be "weights" that pull us down, slow us down or trip us up along the way. We are told in this verse to lay them aside along with the sin that so easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entangles&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that can weigh a person down or hinder a person in the plans God has for their life. One of these is bitterness. It can be so subtle how bitterness creeps in. We nurse wounds and replay hurts from others over and over and over again in our minds. Little do we realize that we are allowing cancer into our hearts. One of the things I have noticed in myself is if I allow bitterness to stay, I begin to see people through my "lens" of bitterness. It is an unloving expecting the worst from people who have hurt me in the past. It clouds out any good that they do and amplifies anything I do not like. Slowly it begins to solidify negative experiences. Before I know it my heart has become a swelling pool of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt; and venom. Not so pretty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt;-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that Jesus is the remedy. When I realize remember and focus on all that Jesus has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forgiven&lt;/span&gt; me of, continues to forgive me of and will keep forgiving me of, I understand that I can hold no one under my thumb. When I forgive others regardless of what they are doing with that forgiveness and regardless of me deeming them worthy of it (which none of us are anyway), I release myself to run in freedom. This is the goal: freedom. Freedom to love and serve God through Christ Jesus. Who doesn't want freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bitterness in the New Testament focus on that angry and resentful state of mind that can develop when we undergo troubles... The writer of Hebrews describes the hardships that come into our lives and speaks of the as God's discipline. They are a form of training that God in love has determined we need for our own good. Crushing experiences never seem pleasant at the time. They are painful. It is only later that we see their fruit in inner peace and righteousness. But an experience intended for our good can be twisted into bitterness. The writer points out that to profit as God intends, we must not surrender to hopelessness. We must struggle, in God's holy way, to live at peace with all around us and not give way to bitterness... The remedy for bitterness, then, is the appropriation of God's grace." ~Lawrence O. Richards,&lt;em&gt; Expository Dictionary of Bible Words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't forgive someone merely for their sake; you do it for your sake so you can be free. Your need to forgive isn't an issue between you and the offender; it's between you and God. Forgiveness is agreeing to live with the consequences of another person's sin. Forgiveness is costly; we pay the price of the evil we forgive. Yet you're going to live with those consequences whether you want to or not; your only choice is whether you will do so in the bitterness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt; or in the freedom of forgiveness... Forgiveness deals with your pain, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; behavior." ~ Neil T. Anderson &lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bondage&lt;/span&gt; Breaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7031877429364418830?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7031877429364418830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7031877429364418830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7031877429364418830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7031877429364418830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/bitterness-vs-forgiveness.html' title='Bitterness Vs. Forgiveness'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2431364892756535541</id><published>2011-02-05T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:00:38.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>Chains Be Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chains be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be done away with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paralyzing over analysis lay down in the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just die with the thorns that choke out all the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Freedom let me soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Upon higher heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unhindered by the weights that drag my soul down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I cry out for freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I care what they think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where will they be when the day is said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Along with their words and summations of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was never made to meet a man's expectations&lt;br /&gt;Fashioned not for man's eyes to please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because all the things we can see are temporary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And all these pointless things are chains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chains be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Made in God's image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2431364892756535541?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2431364892756535541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2431364892756535541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2431364892756535541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2431364892756535541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/chains-be-gone.html' title='Chains Be Gone'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3728037370836875782</id><published>2011-02-04T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:08:03.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Poetry'/><title type='text'>Desperately Wicked Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh for a quiet to hush the many thoughts which throw my confidence into spirals of confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how can it be that in one moment life seems "do-able" and the next moment all is crashing down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Floods and tidal waves sweep through me every now and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears flow as sadness creeps upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching husbands and wives with their children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smiling and laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sharing life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there's me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my finger without a trace of evidence that once... Once there was something there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering how life got here... but I hear these things don't happen overnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even still life was heading one direction yesterday, today the complete opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lacking depth of relationship where my closest friend and I would linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How green the grass looks in my neighbor's yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how seemingly perfect things can appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When, in all reality, everyone struggles in different ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peacelessness becomes my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I pick apart and try to grasp this situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Find ways to make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ask myself again and again how I would do things differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realizing I have no answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The heart is sick with grief and desperately wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, I hear Your Holy Spirit beckon me to lean not upon my own understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To trust in You, my Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And acknowledge You in all my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because You will make my path straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In these true words my soul finds rest and is stilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing You are God and You can do whatever You want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I comprehend this with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But to know this in my heart is the great divide You are diminishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most substantial things are invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Certainty returns when I run to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assurance that the right choices have been made in this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That for now at least it's time to let things go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have faith that what I entrust to You is safely kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Believing what I "let die" and lay down, You are able to raise up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time is to learn who I am in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To accept who You have made me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recognizing my failures and wrongdoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humbly bowing at Your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learning from mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thankful for Your cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satisfied in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost in Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Healed by Your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yearning for You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving You with all that is in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing past myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Experiencing new found freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking in an identity You author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reaching out to those who have no hope in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praying for full reconciliation at some point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Convinced You work all things together for good after those who love You and are called according to Your purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Allowing You to define GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3728037370836875782?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3728037370836875782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3728037370836875782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3728037370836875782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3728037370836875782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/desperately-wicked-heart.html' title='Desperately Wicked Heart'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-434526779027284655</id><published>2011-02-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:13:42.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Gotta Love Spurgeon</title><content type='html'>From "Morning and Evening" a devotional book by Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7~Casting ALL your care upon Him; for He careth for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a happy way of soothing sorrow when we can feel--"HE careth for me." Christian! do not dishonour religion by always wearing a brow of care; come, cast your burden upon the Lord. You are staggering beneath a weight which your Father would not feel. What seems to you a crushing burden, would be to Him but as the small dust of the balance. Nothing is so sweet as to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Lie passive in God's hands, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and know no will but His.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O child of suffering, be thou patient; God has not passed thee over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows, will also furnish you with what you need. Sit not down in despair; &lt;strong&gt;hope on, hope ever.&lt;/strong&gt; Take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble, and your opposition shall yet end your distresses. &lt;strong&gt;There is One who careth for you.&lt;/strong&gt; His eye is fixed on you, His heart beats with pity for your woe, and His hand omnipotent shall yet bring you the needed help. The darkest cloud shall scatter itself in showers of mercy. The blackest gloom shall give place to the morning. He, if thou art one of His family, will bind up the wounds, and heal they broken heart. &lt;strong&gt;Doubt not His grace because of thy tribulation, but believe that He loveth thee as much in seasons of trouble as in times of happiness&lt;/strong&gt;. What a serene and quiet life might you lead if you would leave providing to the God of providence! With a little oil in the cruse, and a handful of meal in the barrel, Elijah outlived the famine, and you will do the same. &lt;strong&gt;If God cares for you, why need you care too?&lt;/strong&gt; Can you trust Him for your soul, and not for your body? He has never refused to bear your burdens, He has never fainted under their weight. &lt;strong&gt;Come, then, soul! have done with fretful care, and leave all thy concerns in the hand of a gracious God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-434526779027284655?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/434526779027284655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=434526779027284655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/434526779027284655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/434526779027284655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/gotta-love-spurgeon.html' title='Gotta Love Spurgeon'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6207744150348074559</id><published>2011-02-01T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:13:42.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Blown Away By God's Love</title><content type='html'>In the midst of trials, God ALWAYS shows me a new dimension of His love for me. I am so thankful that the God I serve is so multi-faceted. He is so completely beautiful, loving, patient and kind. The pitiful words in my English language cannot come close to describing His amazing characteristics and perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a bible study  called "Becoming a Woman of Purpose" by Cynthia Heald. Currently, I am reading and studying about God's purpose and that being to love His people. The section of scripture was Luke 15:32, a parable Jesus taught about a "Prodigal Son" (prodigal means rashly or wastefully extravagant) as an example of God's love. Go read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heald forms questions as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) How is God's love revealed in the father's response to the return of the younger son? (Luke 15:20-24)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to the question:&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; his son a &lt;strong&gt;long way off&lt;/strong&gt;-- God is just waiting for us to come to Him, watching and waiting&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;felt compassion&lt;/strong&gt; for his son--God's heart is full of compassion&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;ran to, embraced, and kissed &lt;/strong&gt;his son (just so happy to see him)--God is SO ready to receive us no matter where we've been, how long we've been gone or what state we're in when we return.&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt; his son with the finest things he had to offer (just so happy his son was home)--God desires to lavish us with blessings of His love&lt;br /&gt;-He gathered others to &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt; the return of his son--God delights in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) How does the father's response to the complaint of the elder son reveal God's love? (Luke 15:25-32)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to the question:&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;pleaded &lt;/strong&gt;with his older son to come and celebrate over his brother who had returned--God gently pleads with us to choose love when we are angry, bitter or jealous of another&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;strong&gt;reminded &lt;/strong&gt;his older son that he had always been with him and he (the older son) had &lt;strong&gt;all access &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;all things&lt;/strong&gt;--God has given us ALL things that we need for life and godliness (2 Peter 1:3) and every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places (Ephesians 1:3) We have ALL WE NEED in Christ so we should be thankful!&lt;br /&gt;-He exhorted his older son to &lt;strong&gt;consider what had just happened and rejoice in it&lt;/strong&gt;-- God wants us to think about things that are worth rejoicing about (Philippians 4:4-8) because there are SO MANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What does this story tell you about God's love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to the question:&lt;br /&gt;God is patient, abounding (going way over the top) in lovingkindness and mercy. He is ready to pardon and receive back. Able to correct gently. Able to compassionately speak into my heart. &lt;strong&gt;*God's love is not dependent upon the recipient*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote that Heald includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is wrong to speak of God's need of love from His creation, but remember how God Himself expressed His &lt;strong&gt;longing&lt;/strong&gt; for that love: like a father starved for some response, any response, from his rebellious children; like a jilted lover, who against all reason, gives his faithless beloved one more chance.  Those are the images of God summoned up again and again throughout the time of the prophets.&lt;strong&gt;  The deepest longings we feel on earth, as parents, as lover, are mere flickers of the hungering desire God feels for us. It is a desire that cost Him the Incarnation and the Crucifixion&lt;/strong&gt;." -Philip Yancey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Source: Philip Yancee, &lt;em&gt;Disappointment with God &lt;/em&gt;(Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 1988), 209.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about God's love for me and His desire for me to return His love, I am just humbled. I pretty much know who I am and that isa wretch at best. But to think that God loves me so much (the WHOLE WORLD SO MUCH) that He would send His Son to pay the price for my sin so that I could have a relationship with Him?! Like not just to show me how much He loves me but that I would pour out love to Him!! WHAT AM I?! I am absolutely nothing compared to the God of the universe. And yet... Yet He wants my love. How amazing. Just simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants all of you. He wants your love. Not because He needs it or is greedy. Nothing petty at all. He just so much wants our love because He loves us so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What love is (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). In the words of a sweet sister tonight, "Love isn't goosebumps and warm fuzzies". Love is long suffering, kind, not jealous, doesn't brag, not arrogant, not rude, keeps no record of wrongs, thinks no evil, rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let God redefine your understanding of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Goodnight. :)&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6207744150348074559?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6207744150348074559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6207744150348074559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6207744150348074559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6207744150348074559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/02/blown-away-by-gods-love.html' title='Blown Away By God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8300521778464501174</id><published>2011-01-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:14:34.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>At the End of Myself is Where...</title><content type='html'>It's where I find You, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And Your forgiveness meets me in my wretchedness&lt;br /&gt;Your amazing grace flows down when I acknowledge my complete inability to change myself into something better than sinful human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This heart, so desparately wicked, defaults to selfishness: a pit and sinking sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;At the end of myself is where...&lt;br /&gt;It's where I find You, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And You are the remedy.&lt;br /&gt;Your cross. Your sacrifice upon it. Your blood spilled out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Praise to You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Halle... HALLELUJAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8300521778464501174?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8300521778464501174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8300521778464501174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8300521778464501174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8300521778464501174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-end-of-myself-is-where.html' title='At the End of Myself is Where...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-287695334913222301</id><published>2011-01-23T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:21:52.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Sing "Holy"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many roads did I travel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I walked down one that led me to You? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many dreams did unravel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I believed in a hope that was true? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long? How far? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was meant to fulfill only emptied me still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all You ever wanted…&lt;br /&gt;Only me on my knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing holy, holy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that matters now is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are holy, holy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many deaths did I die &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I was awakened to new life again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many half truths did bear witness to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Til the proof was disproved in the end? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long? How far? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was meant to illuminate shadowed me still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all You ever wanted…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Singing holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all that matters now is&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, holy  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I have is gratitude to offer You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nichole Nordemon "Holy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-287695334913222301?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/287695334913222301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=287695334913222301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/287695334913222301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/287695334913222301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-want-to-sing-holy.html' title='I Just Want to Sing &quot;Holy&quot;...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-625111142709224174</id><published>2011-01-20T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:20:51.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Only Water" Brandon Heath</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a shadow coming as the sky goes black&lt;br /&gt;It's a stubborn rain on a Nebraska plane&lt;br /&gt;There's a farmer standing on a thirsty ground&lt;br /&gt;He holds his breath, "This is life or death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it washes over me&lt;br /&gt;Like a single river stone&lt;br /&gt;Changes everything but has no power on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a winding canyon where a mountain stood&lt;br /&gt;Miles of earth and clay carried far away&lt;br /&gt;But there's something holy in these cathedral walls&lt;br /&gt;They took a lot of years and a lot of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it washes over me&lt;br /&gt;Like a single river stone&lt;br /&gt;Changes everything but has no power on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a wedding all the wine was gone&lt;br /&gt;They said, "He's just a man" that's where it all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it washes over me&lt;br /&gt;Like a single river stone&lt;br /&gt;Changes everything but has no power on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It washes over me&lt;br /&gt;Like a single river stone&lt;br /&gt;Changes everything but has no power on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On its own, it's only water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-625111142709224174?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/625111142709224174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=625111142709224174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/625111142709224174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/625111142709224174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-only-water-brandon-heath.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Only Water&quot; Brandon Heath'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7750721036988801136</id><published>2011-01-19T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:22:04.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Are Faithful" - by Michael Boggs</title><content type='html'>I am SO blessed to have just heard this song for the first time tonight. WHAT a blessing. God is SO good. Here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the mountains haven't always moved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I prayed that they would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the waters didn't always part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I believed that they should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You have &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt; You'd never leave us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To face this life on our own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whatever You choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However You move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the healing and in the breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the saving and in the suffering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the pieces of a broken life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your loved has helped me see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may never understand Your ways &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You'll always be good to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause You have &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt; You'd never leave us&lt;br /&gt;To face this life on our own&lt;br /&gt;So whatever You choose&lt;br /&gt;However You move&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the healing and in the breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the saving and in the suffering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is deep enough to drown my fears Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The plans You have for me are worth waiting for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7750721036988801136?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7750721036988801136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7750721036988801136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7750721036988801136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7750721036988801136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-faithful-by-michael-boggs.html' title='&quot;You Are Faithful&quot; - by Michael Boggs'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7409447287872406909</id><published>2011-01-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:09:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is YOU</title><content type='html'>Jesus. I am so thankful You are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;My worth, my identity, my hope, my future.&lt;br /&gt;These things are all wrapped up in You.&lt;br /&gt;I praise You for all that I have in You.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for eyes that can look out and see Your beautiful creation&lt;br /&gt;Even when my longing to share the views are unmet&lt;br /&gt;You are still here.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;It is all about You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7409447287872406909?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7409447287872406909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7409447287872406909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>Holy Spirit, gift to me&lt;br /&gt;Faith beyond all I can see&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, spill it over&lt;br /&gt;Grace that reaches to my brother&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, fill this heart&lt;br /&gt;Love so big, love to impart&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, my memory refresh&lt;br /&gt;Blood spilled out for my forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, You can empower&lt;br /&gt;To choose obedience in the darkest of hours&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, whisper clear&lt;br /&gt;Guidance that these ears can hear&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, wisdom bring&lt;br /&gt;Teach me what is the best thing&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, search me through&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to Jesus, lead me by truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;Is called the Comforter&lt;br /&gt;Is called the Counselor NIV--John 14:16,26&lt;br /&gt;Will be with us forever--John 14:16&lt;br /&gt;Is the Spirit of Truth&lt;br /&gt;Lives in us--John 14:17&lt;br /&gt;Teaches us all things&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us of Christ’s teachings--John 14:26&lt;br /&gt;Will testify about Jesus--John 15:26&lt;br /&gt;Convicts the world of guilt--John 16:8&lt;br /&gt;Guides us into all truth--John 16:13&lt;br /&gt;Takes from what is Christ’s and makes known to us-- John 16:14-15&lt;br /&gt;Intercedes for us&lt;br /&gt;Helps us in our weakness—Romans 8:26-27&lt;br /&gt;Searches all things&lt;br /&gt;Reveals truth –1Corinthians 2:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-182892837147052601?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/182892837147052601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=182892837147052601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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that stood out to me this morning as I am going through a study called "Becoming a Woman of Purpose" by Cynthia Heald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only as we are in Christ, can we hope to be what God intends. His purpose becomes real and transforming as we&lt;strong&gt; yield to the process He chooses for us to replicate His character&lt;/strong&gt;. At great price God purchased our salvation and He continues His sanctifying work in us so that we will be transformed into His image and thereby glorify Him." -Cynthia Heald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The marvellous secret of a holy life lies not in imitating Jesus, but in &lt;u&gt;letting the perfections of Jesus manifest themselves in my mortal flesh&lt;/u&gt;. Sanctification is "Christ in you." It is His wonderful life that is imparted by faith as a sovereign gift of God's grace." -Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The spiritual life does not consist in the withdrawal of self, of initiative, or of the consciousness of responsibility... Thus it is seen that the actual experience into which the believer is brought as a result of &lt;u&gt;dependence upon the Holy Spirit&lt;/u&gt; is not coercion of his will, but a larger and more effective &lt;u&gt;exercise&lt;/u&gt; of it. It is not a matter of the Holy Spirit compelling the one whom He empowers to make a choice of right ideals whether that one wills to do so or not; it is the deeper, more effective and more normal achievement by the Spirit of inclining the one who depends upon Him to &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;in the sense of &lt;strong&gt;desire&lt;/strong&gt;, and to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; in the sense of &lt;strong&gt;complete accomplishment of that which constitutes the will of God&lt;/strong&gt;." - Lewis Sperry Chafer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7547779806207710961?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7547779806207710961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7547779806207710961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7547779806207710961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7547779806207710961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-we-yield.html' title='As We Yield'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5493609410461870292</id><published>2011-01-15T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:15:28.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter What... Jesus is Worthy of All Praise</title><content type='html'>"Gratitude" by Nichole Nordemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send some rain, would You send some rain?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the earth is dry it needs to drink again&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is high and we are sinking in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Would You send a cloud, thunder long and loud?&lt;br /&gt;Let the sky grow black and send some mercy down&lt;br /&gt;Surely You can see that we are thirsty and afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not, not today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe You'll provide in other ways&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll give thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For lessons learned in how to thirst for You&lt;br /&gt;How to bless the very sun that warms our face&lt;br /&gt;If You never send us rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily bread, give us daily bread&lt;br /&gt;Bless our bodies, keep our children fed&lt;br /&gt;Fill our cups and fill them up again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh wrap us up and warm us through&lt;br /&gt;Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs&lt;br /&gt;Let us slumber safe from danger's view this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not, not today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe You'll provide in other ways&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll give thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude&lt;br /&gt;A lesson learned to hunger after You&lt;br /&gt;That a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is overhead&lt;br /&gt;And if we never taste our bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the differences that often are between&lt;br /&gt;Everything we want&lt;br /&gt;And what we truly need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grant us peace, Jesus, grant us peace&lt;br /&gt;Move our hearts to hear a single beat&lt;br /&gt;Between alibis and enemies tonight&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not, not today&lt;br /&gt;Peace might be another world away&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll give thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For lessons learned in how to trust in You&lt;br /&gt;That we are blessed beyond what we could ever dream&lt;br /&gt;In abundance or in need&lt;br /&gt;And if You never grant us peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Jesus, would You please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5493609410461870292?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5493609410461870292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5493609410461870292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5493609410461870292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5493609410461870292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-matter-what-jesus-is-worthy-of-all.html' title='No Matter What... Jesus is Worthy of All Praise'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8940082349552332309</id><published>2011-01-15T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:39:27.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Livin' it up ;P</title><content type='html'>I used to spend time with my grandma so often but haven't made the time for a while. It's sad how I have let life dictate my schedule rather than set my schedule and live life through it. So, last night this was my opportunity. It's also rare it's just the two of us so that was a super special blessing. My grandma (dad's mom) is one of the strongest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago her husband (my grandpa) left her here with 6 young children in California and ran off with another young woman in Illinois. My grandma pressed through, raised her children and even took my grandpa back when he returned. While she had biblical reason for divorce, she decided that she would stay true and honor the vows she made that only death would part them. Though she says things were never the same, she did forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only until the last few years of his life did my grandpa vocalize how much of a treasure my grandma was to him. I remember the Thanksgiving before he died he was sharing with my cousin and I that when he met my grandma he said that he knew she was the woman he was to marry. I don't get wrapped up in stories like that (or at least I don't think I do) but I was blown away that those words were coming from a man who seemed to always be loud and blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his last year of life I spent much time with him and my grandma. I'd go to their house every week just to have dinner and share life with them. My grandpa had become so softened and I believe it was God only who did that work through him. His last year of life was very physically hard. Due to Lymphoma, he had to have a part of a lung removed. After that surgery, his breathing quality was that of sucking air through a straw. Can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would walk around town every morning in his train conductor's blue and white striped hat and say hello to everyone imaginable. My grandpa died a completely changed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... all of that to say my grandma just simply amazes me. She had people telling her she couldn't do this, she couldn't do that all because my grandpa was gone. But she DID IT. And She did really well. I absolutely love my grandma. A strong, thoughtful and loving woman who never grew bitter through very hard and hurtful circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnlPihLI/AAAAAAAABBE/D1xD4m_qrc4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562511368791426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnlPihLI/AAAAAAAABBE/D1xD4m_qrc4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnej5DjI/AAAAAAAABA8/_uNVwLFRH_M/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562511366997741106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnej5DjI/AAAAAAAABA8/_uNVwLFRH_M/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnGimgBI/AAAAAAAABA0/kTXpfLReYpM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562511360549879826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnGimgBI/AAAAAAAABA0/kTXpfLReYpM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICm7a9hLI/AAAAAAAABAs/jFUMSBrj8hE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562511357565043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICm7a9hLI/AAAAAAAABAs/jFUMSBrj8hE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was neck to neck near the end. She's still as feisty as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8940082349552332309?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8940082349552332309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8940082349552332309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8940082349552332309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8940082349552332309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-night-livin-it-up-p.html' title='Friday Night Livin&apos; it up ;P'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TTICnlPihLI/AAAAAAAABBE/D1xD4m_qrc4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1319100871557480131</id><published>2011-01-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:08:36.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Desire</title><content type='html'>It's to be in a relationship with the people He created.&lt;br /&gt;He purposed it&lt;br /&gt;He initiated it&lt;br /&gt;He is pursuing it&lt;br /&gt;He will stay true and not waiver in His decision for it&lt;br /&gt;He has a plan through it and good deeds resulting from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because whatever you do, eating or drinking or anything else, EVERYTHING should be done to bring glory to God." 2 Corinthians 10:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1319100871557480131?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1319100871557480131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1319100871557480131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1319100871557480131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1319100871557480131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-desire.html' title='God&apos;s Desire'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5664955665843404088</id><published>2011-01-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:31:19.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Hurts</title><content type='html'>There is still the infinite JOY I have in YOU Jesus. There are only brighter days to look forward to. Even if they only are in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5664955665843404088?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5664955665843404088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5664955665843404088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5664955665843404088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5664955665843404088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-it-hurts.html' title='When It Hurts'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2152440095612987731</id><published>2010-12-31T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:14:58.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Responsible.</title><content type='html'>Life is not easy. Period. A child is unable to effect the course of his life because he is subject to those who care for him. An adult has more ability to frame his life around what he chooses. However, he is still subject to the unexpected twists and turns and unpredicted circumstances of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do then when it seems our hopes have been crushed to the ground and the things we thought were a certain way are actually not at all what we thought they were?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we can all "get by" and "push through". But how we can get through and still have JOY? How can we avoid becoming jaded and sarcastic? How can we avoid becoming bitter? I am learning it is understanding that we cannot control anything. Except the way we handle situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person possesses the responsibility of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you turned the responsibility of your life over to the One who created you? This is something God is challenging me in recently. That HE is responsible for me and that I am to trust Him and cling to Him. Since He is the one who is powerful and mighty enough to create me and all I see, I am to fear HIM and Him alone. Not mere man. Please do not misunderstand me. I don't mean that I never make decisions and I loaf around until God opens the sky, shines light from heaven and tells me what to do. No. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do mean is &lt;em&gt;seeking God&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt; through His word. Continuing in &lt;em&gt;prayer&lt;/em&gt; over all areas of my life, over the people in my life and those I do not know (government, orphans, widows, the homeless, people I randomly meet, etc). Asking God to reveal what His plans are for me and surrendering or submitting myself to them. Even if it means my own personal discomfort. Pursuing friendships with people who have the same goals so that we can encourage one another to press on in knowing God and grow together; &lt;em&gt;fellowship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine this: your child has a favorite toy, let's say a teddy bear. Your child and the teddy bear are inseparable. Everywhere she goes, this teddy bear is close to her heart. But after much play, pulling and dragging (life for this teddy bear) the teddy bear's arm is ripped off. You love your child. You want her to have joy. But, you want to repair this teddy bear's broken arm. If you were to ask your child to give up her teddy bear, it would be hard for her. After all, what would playtime and bedtime be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your child looking at you, looking at the teddy bear and finally agreeing that letting go of the teddy bear was the best thing she could do. I picture big eyes full of wonder and little reluctant arms stretching upward to release this precious friend and finally letting go. In this situation, there is only one fully capable of being responsible enough to actually repair the arm of the teddy bear. And it isn't the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see as &lt;strong&gt;entrusting all aspects of my life to God&lt;/strong&gt;. It would be so easy to hold on to my life, my heart, my dreams, etc. So often I think I know what I need. I know what to avoid to protect myself. However, if I say that Jesus has redeemed my life through the power of His blood, then my life really doesn't belong to me. I am not responsible for it. I am to give it back to Him. He know exactly what I need; He made me (Psalm 139). And He is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was born in to a sinful world and my human nature is to sin against God, my life is broken. My heart is in need of repair. So I can try to do what I think will work OR I can relinquish all of my hard efforts and simply remind God of what He is responsible for. I am His. He is my Father, I am His daughter. Just like a child I need to obey. Just like a child I need to ask permission. And there is so much FREEDOM in relying on God rather than my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this concept may be a big pill to swallow for some because the concept of a father is distorted. Many earthly fathers have neglected, abandoned, abused and mistreated their own children. This is not the type of father God is. But God is "knowable" and He made us to have a loving relationship with Him. We can discover who He is through His word. Study His character throughout the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 God so LOVED the world: all the people in it. That He sent His ony begotten Son, that whoever would believe in Him would not perish (would not have an eternity separate from God the Father) but have EVERLASTING life (with God the Father). God loved us enough to sacrifice His only begotten Son for us. His Son Jesus Christ was the only way our sins could be dealt with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2152440095612987731?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2152440095612987731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2152440095612987731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2152440095612987731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2152440095612987731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-responsible.html' title='I&apos;m Not Responsible.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1145653776155754703</id><published>2010-11-13T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:35:46.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change Of Plans</title><content type='html'>Changes in plans seem to keep coming up because one thing or another prevents me from something that either I thought I needed to be doing OR others wanted me to do. I believe God is teaching me how to REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST is like a dirty little four letter word that so many people feel guilty to do. But at our last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital counselling session, Blake and I were told that it takes FAITH to REST. It is so true. As our wonderful counsellor, Pastor Geoff Buck went on in practical and biblical detail of what resting is, it was like my heart was pierced through and my eyes were opened wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's define REST, shall we? (source: &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/"&gt;http://www.merriam-webster.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bodily state characterized by minimal functional and metabolic activities &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to cease from action or motion : refrain from labor or exertion &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be free from anxiety or disturbance &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to sit or lie fixed or supported (a column &lt;em&gt;rests&lt;/em&gt; on a pedestal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to remain confident; trust (cannot &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt; on that assumption)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be based or founded (the verdict &lt;em&gt;rested &lt;/em&gt;on several sound precedents)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to remain for action or accomplishment (the answer &lt;em&gt;rests&lt;/em&gt; with you)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It takes faith to rest according to the book of Hebrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 3:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, brethren, that there not be in any one of you an evil, &lt;strong&gt;unbelieving&lt;/strong&gt; heart that falls away from the living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 3:15-19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is said, "Today if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart, as when they provoked Me." For who provoked Him (God) when they had heard? Indeed, did not all those who came out of Egypt led by Moses? And with whom was He (God) angry for forty years? Was it not with those who had sinned, whose bodies fell in the wilderness? And to whom did He (God) swear that they would not enter His REST, but to those who were disobedient? So we see that there &lt;strong&gt;were not able to enter (rest) because of unbelief&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 4:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE, let us hear if, while a promise remains of entering His REST, any one of you may seem to have come short of it. For indeed we have had good news preached to us, just as they also; but the word they heard did not profit them, &lt;strong&gt;because it was not united by faith in those who heard. For we who have believed have entered that REST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes FAITH to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest if I believe I am the only one taking care of myself&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest if I don't believe that God will meet every need I have&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest if I don't have heaven to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest if I am afraid of what people expect from me, or what I think they expect from me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest if I judge myself&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest when my eyes are on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rest only when my gaze is turned heavenward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 12:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us (Hebrews 11, those who walked by FAITH), let us also lay aside every encumbrance (weight) and the sin which so easliy entagles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us &lt;strong&gt;fixing our eyes on Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; the author and finisher of our faith,&lt;/strong&gt; who for the joy set before Him (those who believe in Him) endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1145653776155754703?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1145653776155754703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1145653776155754703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1145653776155754703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1145653776155754703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/11/change-of-plans.html' title='A Change Of Plans'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8233492620087542278</id><published>2010-10-16T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:10:24.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Three Hour Tour... A Three Hour Tour!</title><content type='html'>No... this post is not about Gilligan's Island. But I bet the theme song of that show will now be stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with a recent high school graduate from the youth group I was serving in. We grabbed coffee and began to talk about how school has been going for her thus far. It was so awesome to catch up with this young woman who is beginning to make her own decisions as an adult (with loving guidance and a few parental parameters). I was so encouraged by her faith and the way she shared how God has been using her in the lives of her hall mates in her dorm. Was even happier to hear that the Lord has answered every prayer we prayed together before she left and a specific prayer that she would be able to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discipled&lt;/span&gt; and to disciple others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young woman has such a strong desire to place all that she has into her relationship with the Lord and allow the rest to follow (with hard work of course). She is "waiting on the Lord" to see where He will lead her next in terms of a "bigger picture".  I was so excited to hear that she is actively waiting. She is seeking relationships that will bolster her faith in Jesus, serving in SO many avenues, (i.e. worship leading in a small ladies group, going out weekly to reach out to the homeless in her community with a school group, volunteering her time, etc) studying hard, and I believe most importantly: learning how to prioritize personal time spent with her Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I can only IMAGINE the "tugging" on each person to be involved in a slough of different activities; beneficial, harmless or harmful. What a blessing to hear that this young lady is seeking those things which are not only harmless, but also EXTREMELY beneficial to her and will be to others in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ray of light into my heart. I realized that I haven't made much time to sit back and compare and contrast the high school and junior high ministry and what it's been like serving in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the high school ministry it was so easy to sit and talk with any of the girls at any given time. They would open up like flowers and just spill out what they needed to talk about. Thus, we were able to lift up specific prayers and see how God would answer. Fruit was everywhere it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr. High ministry is pretty different. Much of what we do is centered around keeping the kids active and involved. We play a lot of games, tell a lot of jokes. We keep it pretty light. Jr. High is such an awkward time of life. Puberty, social pressures, family pressures, you name it. These kids have a lot of cards stacked up against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hone in more on the girls because they are the ones I am to relate to as a woman. I believe for most Jr. High girls, being in a large co-ed situation can be extremely nerve wracking. I can almost read some of the faces as they walk into the room. I see the girls look each other up and down, shift uncomfortably, stare, fidget, huddle in little cliques of "safety". There can be so many walls on any given Wednesday night or Sunday morning. That being said, in the Jr. High ministry, most girls don't really open up like flowers and spill out the details of their lives. What they say about who they are, I have found, is communicated in between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps I just read too much in between the lines. But often I've heard the girls skip about the issue they desire to talk about. For instance: if one says she is tired she usually wants you to ask why. Then comes a series of other questions you may ask as each layer comes down. They're like Ogres which are like onions, if you've seen the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;, you get me. So getting to know the girls on a personal level is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. But one I have so enjoyed. Because I know that no matter how many layers a person can have, the very core of that person male or female desires to be loved and accepted. And I have the satisfaction of that desire. He's Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter happens in the lives of the students I have known or am getting to know, I have been so blessed with the privilege to serve them in love. To be available to them when they have questions about the bible or Jesus or life. I get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opportunity to maybe speak a word into their life which could change their outlook on God's love for them. I have the amazing chance to point each student to the only Savior, the only remedy for all life's ailments and the fulfillment of all the longings of our hearts: JESUS CHRIST and Him crucified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this time today with my sweet sweet friend whom I now relate to in a different sense (no longer is she one I lead in a ministry, we are able to relate as sisters in Christ) was such a blessing to me. I was so blessed that this lovely one took time out of the very limited time she has home this weekend to catch up over coffee. She was determined to do so. I was so honored. Her eyes twinkled as she joyfully shared the tremendous ways God has been speaking to her. Three hours later we were astonished when we checked the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I love being a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8233492620087542278?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8233492620087542278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8233492620087542278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8233492620087542278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8233492620087542278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-hour-tour-three-hour-tour.html' title='A Three Hour Tour... A Three Hour Tour!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1333912970990583679</id><published>2010-10-09T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:45:48.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Waters</title><content type='html'>I'm reading "Gold By Moonlight" by Amy Carmichael right now and wanted to share this excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before we reach the place (rough waters) where such waters must be crossed, there is almost always a private word spoken by the Beloved to the lover. That is the Word which will be most assaulted as we stand within sight and sound of that seething, roaring flood. The enemy will fasten upon it, twist it about, belittle it, obscure it, try to undermine confidence in its integrity, and to wreck our tranquility by making us afraid, but this will fret him (the enemy) to flight: I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;strong&gt; God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that it &lt;u&gt;SHALL&lt;/u&gt; be even as it was told me. For, 'Faith reaches out to what it does not grasp'; it is always saying, 'Even now, even there, even so.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a season, as I have been, of having a hard time believing God's promises in particular areas of your life, take heart. God knows and He is not surprised. He takes even our feeble weakness and will work in and with us. For, His eyes range throughout the the earth looking for those whose hearts are set on Him, so that He can strengthen them. May God strengthen our faith in Him. REMEMBER: FAITH CAN COME. Because: faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God. Stay committed to reading the Word and crying out to Him in prayer. He will give wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1333912970990583679?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1333912970990583679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1333912970990583679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1333912970990583679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1333912970990583679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/10/rough-waters.html' title='Rough Waters'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4106808003487917408</id><published>2010-10-07T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:39:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train My Heart</title><content type='html'>Train my heart, oh God, to look UP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4106808003487917408?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4106808003487917408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4106808003487917408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4106808003487917408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4106808003487917408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/10/train-my-heart.html' title='Train My Heart'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-9166652621256054585</id><published>2010-10-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:49:43.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God -- Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMbxP-TL0L8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMbxP-TL0L8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By Jars of Clay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God, look around this place&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers reach around the bone&lt;br /&gt;You set the break and set the tone&lt;br /&gt;Flights of grace, and future falls&lt;br /&gt;In present pain&lt;br /&gt;All fools say, "Oh my God"&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;We make it worse when we don't bleed&lt;br /&gt;There is no cure for our disease&lt;br /&gt;Turn a phrase, and rise again&lt;br /&gt;Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, can I complain?&lt;br /&gt;You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief&lt;br /&gt;Weddings, boats and alibis&lt;br /&gt;All drift away, and a mother cries&lt;br /&gt;Liars and fools; sons and failures&lt;br /&gt;Thieves will always say&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found; ailing wanderers&lt;br /&gt;Healers always say&lt;br /&gt;Whores and angels; men with problems&lt;br /&gt;Leavers always say&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearted; separated&lt;br /&gt;Orphans always say&lt;br /&gt;War creators; racial haters&lt;br /&gt;Preachers always say&lt;br /&gt;Distant fathers; fallen warriors&lt;br /&gt;Givers always say&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrim saints; lonely widows&lt;br /&gt;Users always say&lt;br /&gt;Fearful mothers; watchful doubters&lt;br /&gt;Saviors always say&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot forgive&lt;br /&gt;And these days, mercy cuts so deep&lt;br /&gt;If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;While I lay, I dream we're better,&lt;br /&gt;Scales were gone and faces light&lt;br /&gt;When we wake, we hate our brother&lt;br /&gt;We still move to hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so badly bent?&lt;br /&gt;We all have a chance to murder&lt;br /&gt;We all feel the need for wonder&lt;br /&gt;We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I lose my grip,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what to make of heaven&lt;br /&gt;All the times I thought to reach up&lt;br /&gt;All the times I had to give&lt;br /&gt;Babies underneath their beds&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,&lt;br /&gt;All the comforts of cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance&lt;br /&gt;All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-9166652621256054585?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/9166652621256054585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=9166652621256054585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/9166652621256054585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/9166652621256054585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-my-god-jars-of-clay.html' title='Oh My God -- Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4539269323801000414</id><published>2010-09-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:43:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You alone Lord make beautiful things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gungormusic.com/pages/media.html"&gt;http://www.gungormusic.com/pages/media.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fond of this band. All that they stand for. All that they sing about. All of the sounds they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of dust. You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of us."  Hallelujia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4539269323801000414?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4539269323801000414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4539269323801000414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4539269323801000414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4539269323801000414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-alone-lord-make-beautiful-things.html' title='You alone Lord make beautiful things...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-799446187356210487</id><published>2010-09-11T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:45:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitter. Patter. Thought.</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; blog and it made me think about the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; recognition of our &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; for a Savior (and of &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ being the ONE&lt;/strong&gt; atonement for our shortcomings and imperfections which condemn us to hell) &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; cause us to bow down in reverence before a holy God in &lt;strong&gt;adoration&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;eagerly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anticipates His&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;return&lt;/strong&gt;, as He &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fully aware that &lt;strong&gt;He could return at any moment&lt;/strong&gt; to judge the world (according to His Word all prophecy up to Jesus' second coming has thus far been fulfilled) &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;propel&lt;/span&gt; us to be &lt;strong&gt;concerned&lt;/strong&gt; with those who do not know who Jesus is and how much He loves all people and to be busy about HIS business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Son of Man returns, will He find any with faith? God has promised His Holy Spirit to those who ask. God Himself promises that we do &lt;strong&gt;nothing in vain&lt;/strong&gt; when we do things as unto Him. We may be weary, but do not lose heart in doing good. For in due season you will reap a reward if you don't lose heart. &lt;strong&gt;Rely upon His spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, not personal might or strength. He loves us and His Word says His eyes range to and fro &lt;strong&gt;seeking&lt;/strong&gt; those whose hearts He can strengthen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-799446187356210487?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/799446187356210487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=799446187356210487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/799446187356210487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/799446187356210487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/09/pitter-patter-thought.html' title='Pitter. Patter. Thought.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3686216143691302759</id><published>2010-08-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:27:14.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old...</title><content type='html'>Something new something borrowed something blue.. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I started going through old journals last night and came across this song/poem. It really blessed me today to see how much God has been faithful to continually change me into who He has purposed me to be.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; I wrote this a couple years back when the Lord was really redefining "Purity" for me. A purity of heart and mind and not just what I did with my body. I am so thankful for the mindset He has given me over time. Hope this blesses you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your peace goes deeper than any other thing I've ever known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest You give always soothes the troubled soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You is found a shelter for the broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You and You alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's circumstances sometimes more than I can bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My weary heart yearns for calm and I long to be held by arms I can feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's my pattern to reach out on my own looking for a place to just call home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time I end up shattered, scattered upon the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering how I ever got there knowing there is something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Your gentle voice it calls out to me asking me to trust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I cannot see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say the shame that cloaks all I've become will be cast out with just one word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace obtained by Your shed blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I come to You, Your love covers me like a flood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time I kneel and confess my sin Your light pierces the darkness and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;healing continues within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then Your peace goes deeper than anything I've ever known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest You give always soothes the troubled soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You is found a shelter for the broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You and You alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, all I need I find in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God, You never push this heart away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can fall upon Your faithfulness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my stronghold and You are my confidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time I place my faith in You and trust I'm never disappointed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that You say is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your peace goes deeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the anchor to this troubled soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In times of fear You shield me from it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You is found all that I need to live for You and You alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3686216143691302759?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3686216143691302759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3686216143691302759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3686216143691302759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3686216143691302759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-old.html' title='Something Old...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3043157623772277173</id><published>2010-07-23T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:58:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord Is My Shepherd</title><content type='html'>Psalm 23:6 "Surely goodness and lovingkindness will FOLLOW me all the days of my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes looking forward all we can see is trial or hardship but if we fix our eyes on God who promises to lead us, we surely see how goodness and lovingkindess ALWAYS FOLLOW AFTER. Trust in Jesus, trust HIS Word. No matter what things look like ahead, He never fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3043157623772277173?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3043157623772277173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3043157623772277173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3043157623772277173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3043157623772277173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/07/lord-is-my-shepherd.html' title='The Lord Is My Shepherd'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7718307571439567468</id><published>2010-07-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:46:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I cannot run from You&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I want to&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart, my thoughts, my intentions&lt;br /&gt;And You keep on loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh grace upon grace&lt;br /&gt;Such amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Freely flows down from Your heart to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains are becoming plains&lt;br /&gt;They are nothing in Your sight&lt;br /&gt;The topstone has come down&lt;br /&gt;As shouts of "Grace! Grace!" multiply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music of heaven is Holy, Holy, Holy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Grace upon Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7718307571439567468?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7718307571439567468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7718307571439567468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7718307571439567468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7718307571439567468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/07/grace-upon-grace.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1618744853448530879</id><published>2010-07-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:27:04.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love, You Are to Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're like light dancing across my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You're like the warm midday summer sunlight&lt;br /&gt;A golden glow across my skin&lt;br /&gt;I long to bask in all You are&lt;br /&gt;You're arms are strong and mighty like giant redwoods&lt;br /&gt;and comforting like laying on a lawn of tall grass in the cool of the day&lt;br /&gt;My Love, You are to me: all that I could ever dream of and so much more&lt;br /&gt;You are too big to hold, too beautiful to behold&lt;br /&gt;Love so majestic&lt;br /&gt;Love incalculable&lt;br /&gt;Love, You hold me&lt;br /&gt;You hold me and You don't let go&lt;br /&gt;Love, You never leave me&lt;br /&gt;You never forsake me&lt;br /&gt;My Love, You are to me: all that takes my breath away and leaves me speechless&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Savior, Lover, Friend, Father, Master, my all in all&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;My Love, You are to me: everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1618744853448530879?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1618744853448530879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1618744853448530879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1618744853448530879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1618744853448530879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-love-you-are-to-me.html' title='My Love, You Are to Me...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8158790365215536439</id><published>2010-06-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:10:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TCboJRC2flI/AAAAAAAAA10/08Izqb2HUwg/s1600/P4090732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487328441889357394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TCboJRC2flI/AAAAAAAAA10/08Izqb2HUwg/s400/P4090732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hold fast to what we know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and to the truth that there is hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Storms may come and winds may howl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have an anchor for our souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we hold onto Jesus we are being held&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's let go of the fears that hold us back from trusting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's let go of the desire to understand it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's dream big dreams to reach the world with HIS love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's swim against the tide of doubt that tries to pull us under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's love the Lord with all our hearts, souls, minds, all our strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's love each other as we love ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8158790365215536439?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8158790365215536439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8158790365215536439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8158790365215536439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8158790365215536439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/06/holding.html' title='Holding'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMyMfjskQF0/TCboJRC2flI/AAAAAAAAA10/08Izqb2HUwg/s72-c/P4090732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6482295846922770187</id><published>2010-06-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:49:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different View</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone has ever looked at you in a way that just communicated love. NOT SEDUCTION. NOT LUST. But LOVE. Pure love in their eyes with no hidden motives of wanting anything but just to gaze at you in love. Not wanting you to do anything for them or to do anything to you but a pair of eyes simply enjoying what they see in you. I think I am blessed to know what this is like. The feelings I have when someone has looked at me this way are of shyness, excitement and hopefulness. Maybe you have NO idea what I am writing about. Maybe you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out. Maybe this sounds ultra mushy and you're squirming in your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe, there's something deep within you that longs for this type of love. A love that appreciates you for who and what you are. More on that in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night as I was singing during our worship set in the youth group I serve with, God showed me two very special things. Typically during worship I try to focus on singing to God while asking Him for Him to help me match up the words I sing with my attitude and the way I live my life. Worship is a time I draw near to God and offer to Him what I believe to be my love for Him with my voice and a heart of thankfulness that I can even approach Him: the CREATOR of the universe! Thankful He listens and inclines His ear to my voice because He thinks it is lovely. Not because of anything I have accomplished but all because I have received His Son Jesus Christ as Lord of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was mentioning about love, last Friday (a pretty typical night of worship) the Lord showed me two very special things I hope I never forget. As I was singing, I envisioned myself walking down the aisle of a church as if I was getting married. This was not something I was trying to think of but it just popped into my head. As I looked at the groom waiting for me, His eyes were locked on mine. Nothing else mattered to Him but me. It was Jesus Himself. Not that I know what He looks like or anything, but I knew it was Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure love was in His eyes as He smiled at me with a joy I cannot put into words. I could sense His anticipation in waiting for me just to be right with Him where He was. An eager expectation that made me feel almost shy to receive His gaze. I say shy because I realized as I walked down the aisle that I had from within shining outward a purity and brightness that had not belonged to me and yet it was given to me by my Groom Himself. He had clothed me in the finest fabrics, He had taken care of the meeting place, He had it all prepared. All I had to do was walk toward Him in response. And He couldn't wait to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I knew God was speaking to me about the way He views His church. Those who believe in Jesus Christ and trust in Him. He is so looking forward to the day when we will be with Him for all of eternity. He is so looking forward to His bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of the Holy Spirit. The book of Ephesians in the bible talks about how we have been sealed with the Holy Spirit (the third person of the trinity) of promise. In other words, God's Holy Spirit within us is the guarantee that Jesus is preparing a place for us in heaven with the Father and that He will come back for us. The Lord showed me that the Holy Spirit is like an engagement ring. He is our promise of a future life with the Father. He is our hope for what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what God showed me. I hope it makes you think a little differently about the way God sees you and His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to you. His eyes are full of love and grace. It doesn't matter where you have been or what you have done. He desires you. He loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6482295846922770187?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6482295846922770187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6482295846922770187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6482295846922770187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6482295846922770187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/06/different-view.html' title='A Different View'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3689147896898107160</id><published>2010-05-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:38:55.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lullabies&lt;/span&gt; and bedtime prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all the ways that you were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A touch of love upon my brow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The comfort I know even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For sandwiches sliced into triangle fours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piano ballet and for thumb wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For Mow-Mow and the occasional Crazy Eights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And even for Yahtzee, which I now hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For dealing with my ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And fishing smiles out of frowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the way we laugh until we cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then forget the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For emergency chocolate never too far from reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the way that you listen, the way that you teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For endless streams of prayers over my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For your care, your love and helpful insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For all of these things and OH SO MUCH MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to say, "Thank you" if I haven't before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you so much mom and believe this is true:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I wouldn't e who I am if it weren't for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momma&lt;/span&gt;. You mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sara Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3689147896898107160?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3689147896898107160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3689147896898107160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3689147896898107160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3689147896898107160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-my-momma.html' title='I Love My Momma'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6621870655509258445</id><published>2010-04-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:28:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let FREEDOM Ring</title><content type='html'>God's so amazing. I must say. I don't know how many times I have said to others, "God knows us so well and He knows the things that need healing which we aren't even aware of" without really having ever experienced this truth in my own life. I just knew it was true and believed it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible there's a word used for the term "to know" I think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gnosko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gahnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) or something. This word means to know &lt;strong&gt;by experience&lt;/strong&gt;. Often sitting in bible studies I have heard pastors say that the farthest distance anything may ever have to travel is about 18 inches: the distance knowledge has to travel from our &lt;strong&gt;heads to our hearts&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk with Jesus in obedience according to the Word of God (the bible), it is a walk of faith. We trust that what we know with our heads is right, according to the Word of God and eventually the Lord, through various life lessons, circumstances and other people, transports those truths to our hearts and we know them &lt;strong&gt;tangibly &lt;/strong&gt;because of experience. It is such a mysterious and wonderful thing. As we being to really know and apply God's truth to our lives, He takes us to new levels of personal freedom which are inward but can only be described as miraculous. At least, I have and am experiencing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to those who believed Him, "If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." (John 8:31-32)&lt;br /&gt;He then went on to say, "Therefore, if the Son makes you free, you shall be FREE INDEED" (John 8:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to experience healing and true freedom? Get in the Word of God. Confess your sin, turn from your sin, and ask Jesus to make His home in your heart. It is not an easy life to live, in fact, Jesus promised those who follow Him will have trouble in this world. BUT He has promised that we can be of good cheer, we can have joy regardless because He has overcome the world when He rose from the dead after taking our sins: past, present and future all upon Himself. He who knew no sin, became sin for us that we might become the righteousness of God. While we were dead in our sins, Christ died for us. We are saved by GRACE through faith and that is TOTALLY separate from any works we can do. Jesus paid it all. And because of that, we have a HOPE OF HEAVEN. Eternity spent in 100% perfection of the way God intended things to be. No more sorrow, no more pain. Only joys forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem I wrote last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the surface all I can see is rubble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give it time, child" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear You say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For soon upon this foundation will stand firm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A monument, a memorial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers of future hope from the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songs of praise will flow along the beds of dry rivulets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where tears had commonly travelled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious stones mined and gathered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Formed where faith was pressed upon every side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As truth shines forth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wings will spread in FREEDOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you will soar upon new heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the landscape with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bird's eye&lt;/span&gt; view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little things will disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As higher up you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bigness of the sky will expand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the open air taste sweeter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord, YOU heal me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see what I was meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dig down deep and excavate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illuminate the caverns of my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6621870655509258445?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6621870655509258445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6621870655509258445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6621870655509258445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6621870655509258445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let FREEDOM Ring'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-6051753046958376923</id><published>2010-04-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:26:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poem</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem after God opened my eyes to what I previously shared in the last post. Hopefully it will one day be a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how I've missed Your purpose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lost sight of Your goal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes grew dull &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness took place of holiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappointment set in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights went dim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused why my numb heart was frozen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought of the empty tomb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From which You had risen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seemed so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind knew You near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of joy came fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So meet me on this road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me on the way to Emmaus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw it out of me, what's been lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come close to me on this journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord open my eyes to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ears to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart to believe every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As You speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak the truth into my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast the dark out with You light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expose my fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipe away my tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As You break the bread &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll lift up my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart will burn once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was dormant inside will beat faster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You once again will be my Lord and my Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay down my will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk up this hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing that You surround me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty lungs will breathe new air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All because You are there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Breath I breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sight with which I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall at Your feet in worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-6051753046958376923?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6051753046958376923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=6051753046958376923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6051753046958376923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/6051753046958376923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-poem.html' title='New Poem'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-3789463518378498130</id><published>2010-04-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:57:38.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been? Oh There I Am!</title><content type='html'>Well, again life gets busy and I make excuses for why I don't invest into what I really love to do. But I really love to write! I have not even been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a couple months. Just taking notes here and there at church but not really taking time to write out my thoughts. The following has a lot to do with why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, God is really uprooting some things that have been in my heart for many many MANY years (when the comparison of my lifespan is taken into consideration). I won't lie, it's been SUPER uncomfortable, frustrating, scary, disappointing and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times I have wanted to run and hide under a rock and far away from everyone I know. There have been times I feel like everyone knows God is dealing with me in such an uncomfortable way which has made me feel so exposed &lt;strong&gt;thinking other people are thinking&lt;/strong&gt;, "Oh there's the girl who always cries during worship again" or "There's that girl who is always dealing with something and she's never able to let loose... She's so serious, how annoying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring what other people think is such a TRAP! It's such a bottomless pit! Proverbs 29:25 says the fear of man brings a snare. Caring what other people think is a snare. What's a snare? It's a trap that catches one unaware. UNAWARE. I had no idea I was trapped in &lt;em&gt;what I thought people were thinking of me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of those things combined, my trust in God waned and my heart was truly cold to God. On Good Friday I couldn't understand why I had no joy and was not even looking forward to celebrating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ressurection&lt;/span&gt; of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I knew everything in my head as true but my heart was unfeeling. I was so upset with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just "Googled" that proverb and came across a really interesting site Biblical Foundations For Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foundationsforfreedom.net/Topics/FearGodMan/FearGod019.html"&gt;http://www.foundationsforfreedom.net/Topics/FearGodMan/FearGod019.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bucknell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; writes: "Each time we fear man, we are actually preferring our own safety, respect and security over the Lord's will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What an awakening! I was been placing my own personal will above God's will for me. Of course this has led to frustrations, fears and irrational ideas of what people think and how they view me. Especially my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me through Chuck Smith in his book "LOVE The More Excellent Way". He speaks of two men walking on the road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Luke 24 after Jesus has risen from the dead. The two were downcast, depressed and lacking all joy because Jesus died upon the cross. They even went to the empty tomb but still did not believe in their hearts that He had indeed risen. Their problem was that they had placed their hopes and expectations in Jesus coming to rule and reign as Messiah. This was TOTALLY 100% biblical and right on. &lt;em&gt;However,&lt;/em&gt; they did not take into account the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRETY&lt;/strong&gt; of the prophesies about the Messiah. That He would &lt;strong&gt;suffer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As these two walked along on their slow and weary 7 mile journey they reasoned together but neither one could lift the other out of the rut they were in emotionally and spiritually. They were just downright disappointed. &lt;strong&gt;Then came Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 24:15-16 So is was, while they conversed and reasoned, that Jesus HIMSELF drew near and went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; but their eyes were restrained, so that they did not know Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus began asking the two men questions drawing out of them really what the problem was. They admit to Him that they had HOPED Jesus was the Messiah but oh, He was dead now.. He had suffered. It could not have been Jesus. The Messiah just could not suffer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus' response to them (Luke 24:25-26), &lt;strong&gt;"O foolish ones, and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;slow of heart to believe in ALL that the prophets had spoken. Ought not the Christ to have suffered these things and to enter into His glory?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And beginning at Moses and &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the prophets, He explained to them in &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the Scriptures the things concerning Himself. (v: 27)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even Peter made this mistake when He told Jesus that He did NOT have to suffer and die upon the cross. Jesus flat out rebuked him and said "Get behind me Satan!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOWZA&lt;/span&gt;. Were you Peter, you would have been like... uh. whoops. *Tail between legs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satan loves to whisper lies to us. To get us to &lt;strong&gt;avoid suffering&lt;/strong&gt;. Just as Satan tried to keep Jesus from the cross, he tries to keep us from those things which we don't want anyway. The things that are uncomfortable, frustrating, scary, disappointing and hard at face value. But oh goodness. If we PRESS IN to those hard things, we will see Jesus face to face. We meet Him in His suffering. Jesus said, "The one who desires to follow Me must DAILY take up his cross (his lethal injection, his electric chair) and follow Me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to my point. Jesus opened the TRUTH to these men. ALL the truth. They arrive in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt; and Luke 24:30-31 says: &lt;strong&gt;Now it came to pass, as He sat at the table with them, that He took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. THEN their eyes were opened and the knew Him; and He vanished from their sight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their hearts were set ablaze again for the Lord. They even said to one another in Luke 24:32, "Did not our hearts burn within us while He talked with us on the road, and while He opened the Scriptures to us?" That was Jesus' very heart: to meet these two discouraged ones who had lost their hope for what Jesus was capable of and to strengthen and encourage them and rekindle their hearts for Him as He Himself gave them understanding of the Scriptures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that is His very heart for us today. So if you have found yourself in a spot of a cold-hearted complacency and/or a lack of desire for the Lord you may have had, DO NOT DWELL in the place that says, "What happened?!" Move forward in faith. Let me break it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ALONE with the Word of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin to read it and ask for God to draw near to you and give you eyes to see Him clearly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See if Jesus will indeed come alongside you to open up His Word to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow God to give you understanding about the things that have brought such discouragement to your heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And remember:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus is &lt;strong&gt;keenly&lt;/strong&gt; interested in you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus is &lt;strong&gt;keenly &lt;/strong&gt;interested in those who have lost hope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus is &lt;u&gt;especially&lt;/u&gt; interested in rekindling your heart of love for Himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As those who are saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ, we have a &lt;strong&gt;marvelous hope&lt;/strong&gt; for the future: a home in the beautiful kingdom of God where we will dwell forever in His amazing presence fully captivated by who He is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Jesus' right hand there is fullness of joy and pleasure forevermore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I will most likely learn this lesson for &lt;strong&gt;the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. And in all actuality the Lord began opening my eyes to all of this just on Easter. But, I'm so thankful that God does not give up on teaching us the same lessons in new ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-3789463518378498130?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3789463518378498130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=3789463518378498130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3789463518378498130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/3789463518378498130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-have-i-been-oh-there-i-am.html' title='Where Have I Been? Oh There I Am!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8769003565411082936</id><published>2010-04-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:16:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Choose"</title><content type='html'>By Christy Nockels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be in love with what You love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be most satisfied in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forsaking what this world has offered me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose to be in love with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will choose to be in love with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know the peace that's mine in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know the joy my heart can sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I have nothing Lord apart from You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose to call on Christ in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will choose to call on Christ in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For in the fullness of who You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can rest in this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And giving over this, my journey Lord&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing but Your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know that You have loved me first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know the weight of my response&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You have long pursued my wandering heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose to glory in Your cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will choose to glory in Your cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I bow down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humbly, I bow down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humbly, I bow down... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bow down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bow down, I bow down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my beloved- here I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bow down, I bow down to You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8769003565411082936?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8769003565411082936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1647437350014853579</id><published>2010-02-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:01:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Out (Bethany Dillon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No one knows what is hurting inside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I feel it in every breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many have promised to heal me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til my money and hope was spent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am hiding in this crowd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He may be just beyond my grasp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I just reach out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could everything change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the hem of His garment, could everything change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worry is the water rising?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's flooding up to my neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've nothing to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But can I believe these broken years are in my past?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then eyes like fire and warm like the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn and meet mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh if I just reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could everything change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach out, if I just reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the hem of His garment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could everything change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like something is changed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like something is changed...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like something is changed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like something is changed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like something is changed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like something is changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I felt something change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the hem of His garment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for a moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reached out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just reached out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the hem of His garment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh everything changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 5:24-34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He went off with him; and a large crowd was following Him and pressing in on Him.&lt;br /&gt;A woman who had had a hemorrhage for twelve years,&lt;br /&gt;and had endured much at the hands of many physicians, and had spent all that she had and was not helped at all, but rather had grown worse--&lt;br /&gt;after hearing about Jesus, she came up in the crowd behind {Him} and touched His cloak.&lt;br /&gt;For she thought, "If I just touch His garments, I will get well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=29&amp;amp;t=NASB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('conc', 29);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#conc/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 29);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#comm/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('imgs', 29);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#imgs/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('vrsn', 29);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#vrsn/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('dict', 29);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#dict/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Immediately the flow of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Jesus, perceiving in Himself that the power {proceeding} from Him had gone forth, turned around in the crowd and said, "Who touched My garments?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/study/tsk/tsk.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=31&amp;amp;t=NASB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('conc', 31);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#conc/31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('comm', 31);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#comm/31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('imgs', 31);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#imgs/31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('vrsn', 31);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#vrsn/31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return startInsertHandler('dict', 31);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NASB#dict/31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And His disciples said to Him, "You see the crowd pressing in on You, and You say, 'Who touched Me?' "&lt;br /&gt;And He looked around to see the woman who had done this.&lt;br /&gt;But the woman fearing and trembling, aware of what had happened to her, came and fell down before Him and told Him the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;And He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace and be healed of your affliction."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1647437350014853579?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1647437350014853579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=1647437350014853579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1647437350014853579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/1647437350014853579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2010/02/reach-out.html' title='Reach Out (Bethany Dillon)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4131752224398489421</id><published>2009-12-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:51:33.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sat With You Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I sat with you last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I held your wrinkled hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hand that waved goodbye to the only life you knew,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught tears of joy and pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comforted the grandfather I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands worked night and day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gentle hands that soothed the brow of your children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And cradled the faces of your grandchildren as you pressed your nose to their little cheeks and inhailed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your loving hands have had to embrace and let go of so many things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And last night, as I sat with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said to me, "God has given me all a woman could ever as for, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has always taken care of me".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you last night, O woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman of strength, loveliness, determination, humility, honor, excellence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught a glimpse of you last night, O mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mother who nutured, taught, disciplined, equipped her children for this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pictured you last night as a child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A precious child with fears, hopes, questions of who you would turn out to be, what your family would look like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a vision of you last night, O saint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of you seeing your Lord and King Jesus face to face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the Father telling you, "Well done, good and faithful service. Enter in to My rest"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of you swept up into glorious light to the place God has been preparing for you before you were born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of you reunited with the husband, children and other family you lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your questions answered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longings fulfilled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you in that vision, O saint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overjoyed as you saw the fruit of the prayers you prayed in patience and expectation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat with you last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I held your lovely hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generation to generation your hands have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passed on a sweetness; a gentle care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look down at my hands today and pray that one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands will look like yours, O woman of beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4131752224398489421?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4131752224398489421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4131752224398489421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4131752224398489421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4131752224398489421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-sat-with-you-last-night.html' title='I Sat With You Last Night'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7614644441737731827</id><published>2009-12-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:12:45.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>Matt Maher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cool of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You come to meet me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the blue fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars are winking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't recall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was this thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They called fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You walk with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're making my heart a garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh why would I hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from Your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the light of Your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illuminates?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A steady line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drawn on my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And deep in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You walk with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're making my heart a garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the broken are mending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mournful rejoicing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing through tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A peace overflowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You walk with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're making my heart a garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, You walk with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're making our world a garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7614644441737731827?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5987682245793799643</id><published>2009-09-29T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:50:58.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never YOUR Intention</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord as I cast my eye upon the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see such sorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;, pain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it makes my heart ache because I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this was NEVER Your intention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made for us a garden, glorious with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing plants, flowers, flowing water, animals,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smells, sounds, manifold delights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just so we could experience Your abundant goodness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You created the sunrise and starry night sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tall trees for shade, the cool of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;us for You and woman for man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and these, You said, were good. Very good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of the wonderful work of Your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You placed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beloved Adam and Eve in You gave them free will:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One tree amongst perhaps one million others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You warned that in eating it, they would surely die. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You surrounded them with plentiful options&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for food, for enjoyment, for life, for forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, their curious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deceived&lt;/span&gt; hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;reached for the one thing they were not to have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they, husband and wife, left the callings Your hands had placed upon their lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The woman left the leadership of her loving husband&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man followed and did not protect his precious wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they ate of the forbidden fruit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; the world and Your heart broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NEVER Your intention &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to take them away from this paradise where they walked and talked with You so freely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet because You were gracious, merciful and forgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took them out of the garden of Eden and blocked the way back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your loving hands closed the door to a place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that would forever keep Your treasure (Your created people) separate from You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NEVER Your intention for us to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it was NEEDED to secure the possibility of LIFE with YOU afterwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through one man, sin entered the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now all we see is fallen. Now all we do is fallen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cry tears You never wanted to have to wipe away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but one day You will and that is Your promise to us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sent Your only begotten Son, Jesus Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to become the perfect atonement for our sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wrongs had to be made right once and for all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this was ALWAYS Your intention: reconciliation with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus, through ONE MAN, fully God and man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made a way of redemption and forgiveness of sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is none good, no not one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we fool ourselves daily thinking we can pivot over the chasm our sin created between us and You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wearily we make ladders, ropes and the like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to try to find the way back to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all the while right next to us lay a bridge to simply walk across: JESUS CHRIST, MESSIAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a bridge of surrender, faith and trust in You. It's a bridge we must CHOOSE and in not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt;, we reject.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some angrily refuse this bridge because they see the effects of sin in the world and blame You.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;As if You made those things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say, "How can a loving God allow suffering?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they stubbornly and pridefully turn their backs on Jesus Christ who suffered for their sake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within each of us lay heavenly longings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suffocated by the sin we pursue in attempts to fulfill our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cram in all of what we think will satisfy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the great void our fallen human nature is known for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh hardened heart, did you not know that this emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was NEVER His intention for your life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh broken hearted, do you not know it is the Father's good pleasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to reveal Himself to you as ALL YOU NEED?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the walls come down and the people rejoice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the tears flow like water in repentance over selfishness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let shattered lives be built upon SOUND foundation which never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teeters&lt;/span&gt; not totters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the hands which tremble now with fear be lifted high to GOD in confidence!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it was NEVER Your intention for us to experience the woes this life has to offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet is was ALWAYS Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intention&lt;/span&gt; to make us WHOLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To give us hearts of flesh instead of stone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To pour out Your love onto our lives and shed Your light abroad in our hearts;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts which respond to You in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was ALWAYS Your intention to give us HOPE and PEACE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh weary, broken, lost, forsaken, lonely, fearful, hopeless, stubborn, selfish, angry... Come to Jesus. Let the thirst you have be forever quenched by streams of living water. Let the hunger you have be forever satiated by the body that was broken for you. Let the blood which was shed at Calvary wash away your sins once and for all. Let the mighty power of the cross have it's perfect way in your life. You can walk a thousand miles away from Jesus but it just takes one step back toward Him and He will come running. He would leave the 99 to come after one. That's how valuable and precious you are in His sight. TODAY is the day of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5987682245793799643?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5987682245793799643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5987682245793799643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5987682245793799643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5987682245793799643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/09/neven-your-intention.html' title='Never YOUR Intention'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5057895660947580566</id><published>2009-09-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:32:27.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to do Great Things for YOU</title><content type='html'>So much has been going on in life recently. So many wonderful things that keep me in awe of the Lord and keep me wondering what He has for my life... His main purpose for me here on this earth. Here's a little poem I just wrote. Hope you are encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we that YOU would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pour out YOUR Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ignite our hearts for the lost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why would YOU chose the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeble and weary to display YOUR character?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you count the cost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My human ways of thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't grasp the purpose or effectiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of YOU using even me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU could send a million angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU could use absolutely anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's something else YOU see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not my worth or my achievements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing I have gained or proven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but YOUR Son's glory shining through my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU see the finished work of the cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has satisfied YOUR wrath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see me seated in the heavenlies, YOUR perfected work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes want to look out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and see the things YOU know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to view YOUR children as complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To encourage YOUR people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toward their calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and point them to YOUR love when they struggle with defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a wonder and amazement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the vision YOU have placed in my mind;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the burden which lay in my chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'RE the only source of strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the work YOU want to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I lay all I am and have before YOUR feet: my meager sacrifice at best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5057895660947580566?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5057895660947580566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5057895660947580566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5057895660947580566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5057895660947580566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-do-great-things-for-you.html' title='I Want to do Great Things for YOU'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4878146957449034540</id><published>2009-09-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:04:15.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heavens Declare Your Majesty</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem I wrote on Thursday. I came home and laid on my car looking up at the night sky and realized it had been SO LONG since I took some time to slow down and enjoy God's creatiom and allow Him to speak to my heart. May you be reminded of the Lord's amazing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beneath the darkened sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart, it beats out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only You can hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twinkling expanse is overhead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and You know the sense of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awe within me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each star it sparkles as if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to greet me and draw me upwards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;into a galaxy of wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I lay here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;midnight blackish blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;displays itself in fuller dimension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deeper gazing, deeper seeking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to gather more than I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blinking becomes a hindrance and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes get dry from peering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and just to think:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of this is such a far cry from what initially was purposed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; for my delight and enjoyment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This gorgeous scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these glittery dancing dots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imperfect, fallen, not all they once were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let out a breath long and slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until my lungs are empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the silence is almost deafening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glancing north, south, east and west&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;under this endless canopy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, to behold YOUR beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to touch YOUR majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to embrace the Bright and Shining Morning Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart cries out with longing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a deep, deep longing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as deep as this starry night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps even deeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, for heaven- YOUR kingdom come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the eternal hope glimmers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Majesty'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1497288254211088318</id><published>2009-09-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:50:01.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Never Be a Greater Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVhSYb6p-k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVhSYb6p-k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" 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type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-will-never-be-greater-love.html' title='There Will Never Be a Greater Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4294782643286802586</id><published>2009-09-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:56:04.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios augosto, hola septiembre!!</title><content type='html'>"Repentance is as much a mark of a Christian as faith itself. Do not think we have done with repenting when we come to Christ and receive the remission of our sins by the blood that did once atone. No; we shall repent as long as we sin, and as long as we need the precious blood for cleansing. While there is sin, or a proneness to any kind of sin, lurking in us, the grace of God will make us loathe the sin and humble ourselves before the Most High on account of it."- Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet Charles Spurgeon and have a whole day devoted to sitting and asking him all about life. Maybe some coffee would be involved too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4294782643286802586?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4294782643286802586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4294782643286802586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4294782643286802586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4294782643286802586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/09/adios-augosto-hola-septiembre.html' title='Adios augosto, hola septiembre!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-381764305573584461</id><published>2009-08-21T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:19:45.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Waters Will Himself Be Watered</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A few things the Lord is ministering into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 11:25&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We are here taught the great lesson, that to get, we must give; that to accumulate, we must scatter; that to make ourselves happy , we must make others happy; and that in order to become spiritually vigorous, we must seek the spiritual good of others. In watering others, we are ourselves watered. HOW? Our efforts to be useful, &lt;em&gt;bring out our powers for usefulness&lt;/em&gt;. We have latent talents and dormant faculties, which are brought to light by exercise. Our strength for labour is hidden even from ourselves, until we venture forth to fight the Lord's battles, or to climb the mountains of difficulty. We do not know what tender sympathies we possess until we try to dry the widow's tears, and soothe the orphan's grief. We often find in attempting to teach others, that we &lt;em&gt;gain instruction for ourselves&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, what gracious lessons some of us have learned at sick beds! We went to teach the Scriptures, we came away blushing that we knew so little of them. In our converse with poor saints, we are taught the way of God more perfectly for ourselves and get a deeper insight into divine truth. So that watering others &lt;em&gt;makes us humble&lt;/em&gt;. We discover how much grace there is where we had not looked for it; and how much the poor saint may outstrip us in knowledge. Our own &lt;em&gt;comfort is also increased&lt;/em&gt; by our working for others. We endeavour to cheer them, and the consolation gladdens our own heart. Like the two men in the snow; one chafed the other's limbs to keep him from dying, and in so doing kept his own blood in circulation, and saved his own life. The poor widow of Sarepta gave from her scanty store a supply for the prophet's wants, and from that day she never again knew what want was. Give then, and it shall be given unto you, good measure, pressed down, and running over."-Charles Spuregon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Corinthians says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly. He who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully. Each must do as he has purposed in his heart, not grudgingly or under compulsion. God loves a cheerful giver. God is ABLE to make all grace about to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every  good deed........ He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will supply and multiply your seed for sowing and increase the harvest of your righteousness. You will be enriched in everything for all liberality (generosity), which through us is producing thanksgiving to God. For the ministry of this service is not only for fully supplying the needs of the saints but also overflowing through many thanksgivings to God. Because of the proof given by this ministry, they will glorify God for your obendience to the saints, your confession of the gospel of Christ and for the liberality (generosity) of your contribution to them all, while they also, by prayer on your behalf, yearn for you because of the surpassing GRACE of God in you. Thanks be to GOD for His INDESCRIBABLE gift. (2 Cor 9:6-15)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it must also be said as the Lord declared to Zerubbabel in Zechariah 4:6-7:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit," says the Lord of hosts. "What are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you will become a plain; and he will bring forth the top stone with shouts of 'Grace, grace to it!'"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-381764305573584461?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/381764305573584461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=381764305573584461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/381764305573584461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/381764305573584461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-who-waters-will-himself-be-watered.html' title='He Who Waters Will Himself Be Watered'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-793778657446666911</id><published>2009-07-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:54:19.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing at 5:30AM</title><content type='html'>This weekend my rooommate and I are housing all of the high school girls attending a local festival for the weekend. I went to bed before they all came back last night because I still have to work this morning so I missed out on seeing who we're housing, hellos and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so as not to wake any of the girls up, I put the coffee pot in my bathroom last night because when the timer goes off it beeps SUPER loud (great idea from the creative roomie). However, I still had to get a mug and coffee creamer from the kitchen. So, I tiptoed out as quietly as any creaky 23 year old can (which for me in the early morning means "snap crackle pop" of most of my joints in the lower half of me... is this normal???) and got my coffee, creamer and spoon. As I turned around to head back to my room one of the high school girls briefly woke up, hair all over her face, put her arm out to wave and I think hug soI got down on the ground and gave her a big hug. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the Grinch when his heart grew bigger than the thingie in the cartoon that was used to compare his once itsy bitsy heart to a "normal healthy" sized heart. That was about &lt;strong&gt;the best thing that I can say has ever happened to me at 5:30 in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been realizing that serving the Lord in ministry is a full time thing. It's not like I go help out with the high schoolers on a Friday night or Sunday morning and when I'm done punch out and totally check out for the rest of my week. I am invested in these students (mainly the girls') lives and it's something that requires round the clock prayer and just overall willingness to be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the ministry from a distance, it is so easy for me to become overwhelmed and ask myself why in the heck I would do any of what I do when I &lt;em&gt;could be doing so many other things? &lt;/em&gt;Especially when I have had a long week and am just drained with nothing left to offer anyone. But, I'm always so gently put in my place by God. When Saturdays come around I am always so blessed by the students, their love for each other and just being able to share life with them each Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are often like this prior to youth group: like I look ahead and see what's coming and start freaking out like I'm going to be hit by an avalanche and there is no possible way I can bear it or escape it. All I can do is look at this enormous mass headed straight my way. But I still go because I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is the ministry God has hand selected for me... or me for it.... And when I walk away EVERY Friday night from the ministry I see that as the "avalanche" got closer, it was actually a cool spring of water washing over me and rinsing away junk of the week, clearing the gunk out of my eyes to see the high schoolers much better and refreshing me for the weekend. So I get pretty humbled out because of the condition my silly heart is usually in by the time I get home on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still, pretty much like clock work every couple weeks I experience somewhat of the same thing. And it's because I'm human. As a human, I love myself more than anyone else and am super selfish and self centered and would love to do everything my little heart desires and say "it's because I can". Yet, I have been called away from all of that and have died to it because I have been baptised into the DEATH and RESURRECTION of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DAILY I must "take up my cross, deny myself and follow after Jesus" (Luke 9:23). And DAILY sometimes &lt;em&gt;frequently&lt;/em&gt; throughout the day I MUST REMEMBER the promise Jesus gave: that there is no one who has left everything and sacrifcied it all for the sake of the kingdom of God who will not receieve many times more &lt;em&gt;at this time and in the age to come, ETERNAL LIFE&lt;/em&gt;. (Luke 18:29-30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself after getting back from Belize that I was going to take a weekend all for myself because this festival was going on and it didn't require me. Then I found out my roommate and I were asked to house the girls. Merely because it's a convenient blessing for the girls to stay because we live so close to the festival. Not to mention, the high school pastor is my neighbor and he is housing the boys. So, they can all meet up together, have breakfast and walk to the festival as one big group. They are getting some AMAZING bonding time in. PLUS, what a way to end the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have an amazing roommate who was in youth ministry as a counselor for almost 10 years a little while back and she is wired for hospitality. Thus, my role in this entire weekend is pretty much zero minus hanging out with the girls and enjoying their company when they are here. So my role is pretty much negative. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's so gracious is all I can say. He sees my often stubborn and stoney heart and gives me something like this 5:30 AM hug from one of the high schooler, even though she is barely awake (a girl, who in Belize had the HARDEST time waking up) and He melts me. I am reminded how BLESSED I am to be in the ministry. How AMAZING it is that God would take a wretched sinner like myself, save me by HIS grace, change my life and restore me so that I am able to be USED by Him to influence these young girls in a godly way! How UNDESERVING I am that He would allow me to parttake of the JOY this ministry really is: being invited into these young girls' lives at a time when they are making life shaping decisions. My heart is SO for them when I push past my stinky self. They are my very heart beat when I realize that my life is NOT ABOUT ME, but it's about serving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth remains: Whoever seeks to keep his life willl lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it. Luke 17:33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wake up call this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-793778657446666911?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/793778657446666911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=793778657446666911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/793778657446666911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/793778657446666911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-thing-at-530am.html' title='The Best Thing at 5:30AM'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-8639929224324248235</id><published>2009-07-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:34:02.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a looooooooong time. What can I say? Life gets busy and things just take a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently got back from a missions trip with the high schoolers to Belize in Central America. It was a surely sweet trip and the Lord worked in me some precious things and valuable lessons. I feel a little taller from being pretty stretched but nothing wrong with that :) seeing as I am already a couple steps away from 6 feet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, there is SO much more I will share at a later date but for now this is a teaser. The main thing I am learning right now is Luke 18:28-30: SACRIFICE. A life of serving Jesus is a life of daily taking up my cross, denying myself (which at times is louder than imaginable) and allowing HIS agenda to take precedence. It's not an easy thing but as the Lord Himself said in Luke, it is MORE THAN WORTH the sacrifice for now AND for the age to come, eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things I learned as a leader on the mission's trip was how a mother often feels: guilty for using godly insight and executing sound judgement when it may go against popular opinion. For those of you who don't understand, no worries. I am sure many can or will share in this struggle. As I shared my experience from top to bottom with my mom, she said, "You cannot be responsible for people &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;win a popularity contest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed as you REMEMBER God's favor upon your life due to HIS work, and not your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-8639929224324248235?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8639929224324248235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=8639929224324248235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8639929224324248235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/8639929224324248235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-long-time-ago.html' title='A Long Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-5979783343791239961</id><published>2009-06-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:37:32.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Jesus Jesus... I Love You More and More</title><content type='html'>God is SO good.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Every minute.&lt;br /&gt;While I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;While I cry.&lt;br /&gt;While I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;While I play.&lt;br /&gt;While I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;His glory fills the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Go read Psalm 118.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, Oh my soul and ALL that is within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-5979783343791239961?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5979783343791239961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=5979783343791239961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5979783343791239961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/5979783343791239961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-jesus-jesus-i-love-you-more-and.html' title='Jesus Jesus Jesus... I Love You More and More'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7988663478244098552</id><published>2009-06-11T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:47:40.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations and a Look Into My Thought Patterns</title><content type='html'>Recently, I think God is teaching me how to let go while still remaining connected in a sense to certain things. I understand that is most likely too vague for anyone to stick with this train of thought, but whatever, you can stop reading at any time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about how disappointments may be easily linked to unmet expectations. I'm often guilty of expecting things to happen a certain way in my life with people, circumstances, my walk with Jesus, you name it. So I wanted to look up what it means to "expect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt; defines &lt;strong&gt;"Expect"&lt;/strong&gt; as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. to look forward to; regard as &lt;strong&gt;likely to happen&lt;/strong&gt;; anticipate the &lt;strong&gt;occurrence or the coming of&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I expect to read it. I expect him later. She expects that they will come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to &lt;strong&gt;look for with reason or justification:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;We expect obedience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Informal. to &lt;strong&gt;suppose or surmise&lt;/strong&gt;; guess: &lt;em&gt;I expect that you are tired from the trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of those definitions, it's hard for me to consider many (please note I am not stating "all") expectations as anything other than presumptuous and unrealistic. And merely because none of us know what the future holds. Maybe we don't even realize we have had unrealistic expectations until we have been disappointed with the way something has turned out. At least that is the way it's been for me. I'll be honest, it's humbling realizing expectations I've had have been so wrongly placed and there is no one to blame but "self". And yet, we are all human. And it is such a "human" thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hope the things you expect will be fulfilled? We all do, it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion to my thought process on this one is: it's good to know that all hope placed upon Jesus will never leave me disappointed. In this I rejoice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7988663478244098552?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7988663478244098552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7988663478244098552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7988663478244098552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7988663478244098552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/06/expectations-and-look-into-my-thought.html' title='Expectations and a Look Into My Thought Patterns'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-2455635299544403555</id><published>2009-06-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:55:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On His Heart and Upon His Shoulders</title><content type='html'>I love the old testament. The Lord has always used it to speak to me in such special ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been moving through Exodus at the pace of an injured snail and the Lord  showed me a sweet parallel in chapter 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the garments of a priest consisted of a breastplate and an ephod (plus many other things but for the sake of this blog entry and what God showed me I will limit this to these two items).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the breastplate and shoulders of the Ephod, the priest was to have 12 precious stones on it according to the 12 tribes of Isreal (God's chosen people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is OUR High Priest and these laws from the Old Testament were a &lt;em&gt;mere shadow&lt;/em&gt; of Jesus' &lt;strong&gt;more perfect ministry&lt;/strong&gt; under the NEW covenant which is &lt;strong&gt;by grace through faith in Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Jesus, as our High Priest, has us AT ALL TIMES upon His heart and desires us to place all we have upon His shoulders***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews tells us that Jesus even lives to make intercession for us at all times. What a concept! The God of all things, Creator of the universe, AT ALL TIMES has me upon His mind and desires that I shift all weight upon His shoulders! He wants to take the load off! For you too! Wowza. Put that one in your mouth and chew on it for a while. Be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-2455635299544403555?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2455635299544403555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=2455635299544403555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2455635299544403555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/2455635299544403555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-his-heart-and-upon-his-shoulders.html' title='On His Heart and Upon His Shoulders'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-1145476614227492976</id><published>2009-05-31T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:56:48.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>By Isaac Slade/The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is just outside my window&lt;br /&gt;Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Or is happiness a little more like knocking&lt;br /&gt;On your door, and you just let it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness feels a lot like sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, you can’t make it come or go&lt;br /&gt;But you are gone- not for good but for now&lt;br /&gt;Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was never mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;Careful child, light the fuse and get away&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness damn near destroys you&lt;br /&gt;Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor&lt;br /&gt;So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now&lt;br /&gt;Happiness has a violent roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is like the old man told me&lt;br /&gt;Look for it, but you’ll never find it all&lt;br /&gt;But let it go, live your life and leave it&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-1145476614227492976?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7813495419708341592</id><published>2009-05-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:58:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q-TIP</title><content type='html'>So I am learning to Q-TIP&lt;br /&gt;Quit&lt;br /&gt;Taking&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is about me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7813495419708341592?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7813495419708341592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7813495419708341592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7813495419708341592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7813495419708341592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/05/q-tip.html' title='Q-TIP'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-7744229288704868283</id><published>2009-05-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:14:20.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take</title><content type='html'>Lord take this heart so fragile and easily swept away by the cares of this world&lt;br /&gt;And cradle it in the palm of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take these thoughts which rebel against Your way&lt;br /&gt;And enlarge in my mind that which is true, noble, praiseworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this life so brief&lt;br /&gt;And use it for Your glory, Your purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain&lt;br /&gt;And turn it into something worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead me through the midst of this confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And impart to me a desire to do Your will alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my selfishness&lt;br /&gt;And lovingly remind me that this is all for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my shortsightedness&lt;br /&gt;And open up my eyes to what I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take these tears&lt;br /&gt;And put them in Your bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And fill it with Your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my brokenness&lt;br /&gt;And mend me back together stronger than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take all of me&lt;br /&gt;And shelter me in the shadow of Your wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-7744229288704868283?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7744229288704868283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=7744229288704868283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7744229288704868283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/7744229288704868283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/05/fragile.html' title='Take'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-4901706867092065979</id><published>2009-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:13:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mended</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You repair all that we have torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You unveil a new beginning in our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we stand grateful for all that we have left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all that goes before us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got all things suspended&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things connected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing was forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause Your love is perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our Healer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You know what's broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we're not a mystery to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to You, oh Lord, to You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will dance 'cause You restore the wasted years &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You will sing over all our coming fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll stand grateful for all that has been left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all that goes before us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got all things suspended&lt;br /&gt;All things connected&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your love is perfect&lt;br /&gt;You are our Healer&lt;br /&gt;And You know what's broken&lt;br /&gt;And we're not a mystery to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Lord You mend the breech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You break every fetter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You give us Your best but what we thought was better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You are to be praised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are to praised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got all things suspended&lt;br /&gt;All things connected&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your love is perfect&lt;br /&gt;You are our Healer&lt;br /&gt;And You know what's broken&lt;br /&gt;And we're not a mystery to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to You, oh Lord, to You. Mender of the broken)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Watermark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-4901706867092065979?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4901706867092065979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=4901706867092065979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4901706867092065979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/4901706867092065979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/05/mended.html' title='Mended'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgaZCXf-bu8/TZQU3tcVSeI/AAAAAAAABg4/aaaXqD1z-rw/s220/P3271175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440741738057237581.post-317492993392885155</id><published>2009-05-08T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:10:31.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Arms Your Hands Your Eyes Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Father I thank You for Your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Arms to run right into&lt;br /&gt;Arms to embrace us&lt;br /&gt;Arms to protect us&lt;br /&gt;Arms to warm us from the bitter cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I thank You for Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Hands that tore the veil that separated us from top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;Hands that hold the universe&lt;br /&gt;Hands that formed our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Hands that wipe away each tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I thank You for Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that view the beginning and end&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that search for hearts to strengthen&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that look upon us with grace&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that see each situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I thank You for Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart that beats for us&lt;br /&gt;Heart that breaks with sorrow over sin because it separates us from You&lt;br /&gt;Heart that chose to lay aside Your will&lt;br /&gt;Heart that loves us with a fervency unknown to man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I am just meditating on God and His love. There absolutely no guarantees in this world. No guarantees of continued love from people, no guarantees of protection, no guarantees of wealth. Nada. But as a believer in Jesus Christ, a follower of Him as God and as Lord, one can know fearlessly that He guarantees eternal life in our future and love, comfort, peace and joy for now despite any circumstances. I am SO thankful that no matter what, the arms of my Savior are always available to me. He is always ready for me to come to Him with anything, any matter. He is dependable. He is consistent. He is the greatest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;fool &lt;/strong&gt;has said in his heart, "There is no God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440741738057237581-317492993392885155?l=sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/feeds/317492993392885155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5440741738057237581&amp;postID=317492993392885155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/317492993392885155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440741738057237581/posts/default/317492993392885155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasmileawhile.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-arms-your-hands-your-eyes-your.html' title='Your Arms Your Hands Your Eyes Your Heart'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474459620913624685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail'
