<?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-14729022</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:53:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like slow spinning redemption</title><subtitle type='html'>Hope dangles on a string&lt;br&gt;
Like slow spinning&lt;br&gt;
redemption&lt;br&gt;
Winding in and winding out&lt;br&gt;
The shine of it&lt;br&gt;
has caught my eye&lt;br&gt;
And roped me in&lt;br&gt;
So, mesmerizing&lt;br&gt;
and so hypnotizing,&lt;br&gt; 
I am captivated,&lt;br&gt; 
I am Vindicated&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Swear I knew it all along&lt;br&gt;
And I am flawed...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-114125190505498573</id><published>2006-03-01T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:41:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;She says she's just a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I think there's something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says You changed her world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And the smile on her face is a dead giveaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;And I just got to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So won't you tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Is there something more to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe You could be the one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;And turn my life into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Just what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe You could save my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Maybe You could be my best friend, too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"  &gt;Maybe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;There's something in her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something behind her smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says You changed her life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;She says no one knows her like You do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She says she's nothing without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And all I know is that I need You, too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Cause I can't see her without seeing You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;Hey guys, as usual this is like my monthy post. Let's see what has happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;-I got about 12 or 13 inches cut off my hair:) I love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;-I started my new semester of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;-I went to MEAFORD! Wayy up north with my friend April...for a youth rally weekend with her church. It was a lot of fun...despite the fact that I didn't believe her when she told me that it would be freezing cold up there...and I came practically with nothing warm to wear and froze all weekend:p. The snow was like up to my waist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;-and that's pretty much it, I can't think of anything else...I'm not much into blogging I prefer my MySpace (sorry to all the faithful bloggers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-114125190505498573?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/114125190505498573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=114125190505498573&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/114125190505498573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/114125190505498573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-you.html' title='maybe you.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113865000940693076</id><published>2006-01-30T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:01:19.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/350/1600/PICT0200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/350/320/PICT0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;heyy so today's my birthday so I woke up and went out for breakfast with Kristin. What're the chances that one of your best friends has the same bday as you? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This weekend was mid winter sing in Kitchener...good times. hmm what else... tomorrow I'm cutting off 10 inches of my hair to donate for cancer. I'm excited and nervous ahhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm done exams!!!! I had FOUR and it was awful lol. I'm done my piano exam..which was on the 17th and I'm finally free of all these annoying things!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;The title and description from my blog came from the song &lt;strong&gt;Halo&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lol don't ask about the above. "unknown person" aka lysha with toy story toys. It was from on the weekend at Beth and Michelle's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&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/14729022-113865000940693076?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113865000940693076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113865000940693076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113865000940693076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113865000940693076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2006/01/halo.html' title='halo'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113684410791313211</id><published>2006-01-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:12:04.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for lindsay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thinking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;cause there's just too many scenarios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9966;" &gt;to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;if you're my dream please come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'Cause I know you're hurting.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So put down your burdens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crucify your doubts and just reach out.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Reach out to Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Embrace him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;I throw up my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;Frustrated and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;hey&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hey,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;can you hear anything i say?&lt;/em&gt; i'm feeling unwanted, &lt;strong&gt;that's not what i wanted&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and attention to me is something you refuse to pay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;so tell me tell me what will it take?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to get this through your head&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and tell me what will it take?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff9966;" &gt;until you see things through from end to end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;aw lindz i love you. i hope things get better soon. it's awesome how we've become friends this past year or two. RK-sooo amazing. that was the best night! me and april trying to find you- that was a task in itself lol. matt. lol-good times. math class---ahhh only a few more weeks and we'll be done. we'll get through it-we HAVE to. no way we can survive that class again. we've already gone through so much trouble for it- who knew skipping was so much STRESS? stay strong in your love for our God. always trust in him and he will carry you through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We are troubled on every side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet not distressed;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are perplexed,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but not in despair;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persecuted,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but not forsaken;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cast down,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but not destroyed;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2 corinthians 4: 8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-113684410791313211?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113684410791313211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113684410791313211&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113684410791313211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113684410791313211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-lindsay.html' title='for lindsay.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113518618099503110</id><published>2005-12-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:01:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the world today but I love this life you have given me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;live. love. learn. grow. change. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experience. make mistakes. take chances. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accept. appreciate. respect. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live in the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;•The world's view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; - as if there's no tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; - as if you've never been hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; - knowledge is power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt; - don't let anyone stop you from being who you want to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; - you have the freedom to be whoever and whatever you want be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt; - the world and all it has to offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make mistakes&lt;/em&gt; - what better way to learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take chances&lt;/em&gt; - you'll never know unless you try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; - every belief, every value, every hope, every dream, as if one is not better than another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;appreciate&lt;/em&gt; - the things we and others have accomplished, created, and even attempted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt; - others and the way they chose to live their life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live in the moment&lt;/em&gt; - you only live once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;•contradicting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; - when that "no tomorrow" comes what are you going to say when you stand before Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; - sometimes it's remembering those hurts that reminds us never to love before we're ready to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; - hold on to the Lord's teaching and His truths; it will set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow &lt;/em&gt;- what happens when you've gone too far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; - we were created exactly the way God wanted us to be, don't fight it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt; - seeking to find joy in the world will only bring you pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make mistakes&lt;/em&gt; - "Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound? God forbid." (romans 6:1-2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take chances&lt;/em&gt; - fine, as long as you're willing to be accountable for them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; - "&lt;em&gt;I am the way&lt;/em&gt;, the truth and the light. No man cometh unto the father &lt;em&gt;but by me&lt;/em&gt;" (john 14:6) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;appreciate &lt;/em&gt;- it's not about what we can do, but about what God can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt; - choose to live a life of sin? you won't gain my respect for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live in the moment&lt;/em&gt; - what about when the moment is over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;•May it be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; - because we are free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; - because He first loved us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; - your knowledge of Him will lead you to Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt; - in our relationship with You above all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; - You will help us make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience &lt;/em&gt;- Your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make mistakes&lt;/em&gt; - He will pick us up when we fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take chances&lt;/em&gt; - He will carry you through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept &lt;/em&gt;- What He did for us and build your life on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;appreciate&lt;/em&gt; - what we are blessed with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt; - "love your neighbour as yourself" -but respect needs to be earned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live in the moment&lt;/em&gt; - every moment we are given is another moment of grace, so live each one for Him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;Sometimes it's easy to fall into the world's way of living. It seems &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;. It seems &lt;em&gt;logical&lt;/em&gt;. It appears to work out &lt;em&gt;just fine&lt;/em&gt;. What happens when the moment is &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;? What happens when you fall &lt;em&gt;further and further&lt;/em&gt; into a place where you &lt;em&gt;don't want to be&lt;/em&gt;? What happens when there's &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; there? People say: What happens when one day you realize life has past you by and you forgot to live it? But I say: What happens when one day you realize life has past you by and you forgot to live it &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for what it's for&lt;/strong&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/14729022-113518618099503110?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113518618099503110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113518618099503110&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113518618099503110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113518618099503110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-world-today-but-i-love-this.html' title='I hate the world today but I love this life you have given me'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113459718454581052</id><published>2005-12-14T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:02:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So as usual I don't feel like writing so I'm doing this thing I stole from Lysha and Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;1. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Seven things to do before I die:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Give my life to God and be baptized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Learn to speak French fluently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Go to Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Go on a mission trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Lead someone to being saved by Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Live somewhere I never thought I would have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;2. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Stop procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Love the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Never be without fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Forget that I've hurt my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Cry easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Forget the times I've passed up on God's call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Pass biology ..jk..although it's lookin like it may turn out to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- They are who they want to be, and not who others want them to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Put what's best for me above what seems right in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Confidence, but not over-confident and not conceit. (what lysha said)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Looks... obviously. (once again what lysha said)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Put Christ above all else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Mean what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Trustworthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Seven things I say most often:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- danke/merci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Seven books I love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- The Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- The Purpose Driven Life - Rick Warren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- I Kissed Dating Good-bye - Joshua Harris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- A Land Remembered - Patrick D. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - JK Rowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Anne of the Island - LM Montgomery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Christy Miller Series: Until Tomorrow/As You Wish/I Promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Seven movies I love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- A Walk To Remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- LOTR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Extreme Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Borrowed Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Dumb and Dumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- Dirty Dancing Havana Nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- The Harry Potter movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;This question is now a statement: do what you want with this.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;- I chose to do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-113459718454581052?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113459718454581052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113459718454581052&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113459718454581052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113459718454581052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/12/seven.html' title='Seven.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113322454426141260</id><published>2005-11-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:38:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a look back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://static.flickr.com/5/9159183_32a5652cf6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/5/9159183_32a5652cf6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a summer's day. Two girls swinging lazily back and forth on their swing set. Not knowing that much about one another, one girl says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So...when's your birthday...?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;"Hmm..Januaury 30th" was the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my...me too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jumping up at their "amazing" discovery, the two new best friends are instantly overwhelmed with the joy that only two little 5 year old could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This is my twelveth year of knowing one of my best friends in the whole world. I'm pretty sure I can say that after twelve years, no longer do things like that excite us lol. We've been there together through the good and the bad. Through growing up. All the summer days of walking and biking, running through corn and soybean fields, climbing in haylofts, eating popcicles, jumping on trampolines, and being kids. Sunset bike rides back to our homes when we finally admitted it was time to go home. Making our way through nine years of elementary school and into our third year of highschool. Making and loosing friends, growing and changing together along the way. Those times when we can just be quiet and it's okay, we just enjoy being with each other. Our first day of kindergarden, graduation, our first day of highschool, and years of sharing our own special day. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you, and all the good times we've had, I know there'll be many more. &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You were my very first best friend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&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/14729022-113322454426141260?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113322454426141260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113322454426141260&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113322454426141260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113322454426141260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/11/look-back.html' title='a look back.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113285746958232372</id><published>2005-11-24T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:37:49.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah more songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And I've collected all these thoughts • And I'm dying just to lose them • And if your words are true or not • I'll die trying to prove them • But I'll just have to accept • That my mind is so inept • And the only thing that's left • For me to do is to trust you (Relient K- The Truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well I'm not feelin all that inspired at the moment to blog, but I haven't for so long so yeah I'm gonna post lyrics then.  hbd raymond haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahaha...my friend lindsay and I totally got busted by the VP for skipping class the other day...then we were forced to go outside into the freezing cold to study for our math test...oooo the pain we go through for that class;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;• It's always nice to look out the window And see those very first few flakes of snow And later on we can go outside And create the impression of an angel that just fell from the sky - &lt;em&gt;Relient K: In Like a Lion (Always Winter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;• I watched the proverbial sunrise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;coming up over the Pacific &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;andyou might think I'm losing my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;but I will shy away from the specifics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'cause I don't want you to know where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'cause then you'll see my heart in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;saddest state it's ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This is no place to try and live my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Stop right there. Well I never should have said that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;it's the very moment thatI wish that I could take back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm sorry for the person I became.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm ready to try and never become that way again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I talk to absolutely no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Couldn't keep to myself enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And the things bottled inside have finally begun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;to create so much pressure that I’ll soon blow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I heard the reverberating footsteps sinking up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;to the beating of my heart, and I was positive that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;unless I got myself together,I would watch me fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And I can’t let that happen again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'cause then you’ll see my heart in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;saddest state it’s ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This is no place to try and live my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Relient K (Who I Am Hates Who I've Been)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;•I don't want to lose you coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I don't have a soul to trust in now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We are one, tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And we're singing it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We are one, tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And we're dreaming out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And the world is flawed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But these scars will heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We are one, tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Switchfoot- We Are One Tonight)&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/14729022-113285746958232372?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113285746958232372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113285746958232372&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113285746958232372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113285746958232372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeah-more-songs.html' title='yeah more songs'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-113095516497753206</id><published>2005-11-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:16:15.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny with the high...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...of 75 Since you took my heavy heart and &lt;em&gt;made it light&lt;/em&gt; and it's funny how you find you enjoy your life When you're&lt;strong&gt; happy to be alive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So yeahhh..I went to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aquire The Fire&lt;/span&gt; on the weekend. [A youth rally with speakers and bands and stuff] It was amazing...the worship there was seriously incredible, just looking around seeing every single person worshiping our God with their whole heart...something you don't see in church every week:p. It really made me stop and think...Worship is not just singing some hymns you've had memorized since you were like 5...it's a lifestyle...to live praising God with everything you do, everything you have, and everything you are and will be. Singing with your whole heart with your only focus being on praising our Lord. ATF definately was full of people with this awesome attitude. So yes, I definately challenge all of you to start living a life of praise and worship--I know I need to. Anyhow, on top of all that, ATF brought out a whole different persepective on living for God...one that maybe my church doesn't always bring out of people. I think living for God is really hard if you've only experienced it from the view you've always known and grown up with--it's when you experience God in another way, another place, you can really feel how he is real &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. Not to say that I don't love my church, because I do, I just mean that for people who feel like they are struggling and getting no where--maybe it's because you've never experienced God in any new way--one that doesn't come from a sunday service or even camp. So yes, try it out if that's you. Okay..so at ATF- Hawk Nelson performed [YEAAA] and Skillet [I have no comments...haah april] and Michael Gungor [also amazing]. And about 6000 people -YEAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And last night...I went to go see &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MxPx and Relient K&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I'm still freakingour excited about it--they were awesome. lalal..Matt Theissen..cough cough..haha linds and april. And RK played a lot of their old songs too so that was sweet. And they got us all to sing the theme song to the tv show "Full House" with them -YEA- these people are RANDOM--but whatever it was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm driving now...ahhhhh I'm so ecstatic...I went out with my friends april, lindsay and kristin a few days ago..ahah..luckily I didn't kill anyone, seriously I don't know why people would want to drive with someone who's driven by themself like 3 times..I doubt I would haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So yep I'm not at school today because I didn't get back from the concert till after 1...and "too bad" I left all my school books in my locker, so I can't do any work...what a tragedy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;...I better find something&lt;/em&gt; to do with my day...&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/14729022-113095516497753206?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/113095516497753206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=113095516497753206&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113095516497753206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/113095516497753206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunny-with-high.html' title='Sunny with the high...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112985112630280458</id><published>2005-10-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:32:06.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"  &gt;I GOT MY G2 TODAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112985112630280458?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112985112630280458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112985112630280458&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112985112630280458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112985112630280458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeaaaaaa.html' title='YEAAAAAA'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112847249410333185</id><published>2005-10-05T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:38:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he has 5 more "just for show" minutes left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;haha yes so me and lysh have our little discovery about everyone and their "unspoken ways". you see...girls and guys pretend like they're not online only to talk to each other, but really, they are. so when one leaves, the other one stays on for oh, about 5 minutes, and then leaves. those are the 5 "just for show minutes" where they stay on and talk to their other friends so it doesn't look like they were only online to talk to that girl or guy. so true...and so smart of us for discovering eh? I'm sure you all subconsciously know this anyways;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;so yeah today I failed my biology test...man that class- I don't know how anyone can possibly pay attention to my teacher who goes on the whole period about cells and diffusion and plants and I don't know what else I'm not really listening haa. I'm so on kristin's level with everything I don't what I'd do without her...when we don't wanna go to class, we'll just go to tim hortons instead eh? ^chapeau to that ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm goin to see Relient K on the 1st of november with april and lindsay! YEAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;Be My Escape-RK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’ve &lt;em&gt;given up&lt;/em&gt; on giving up s l o w l y, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’m blending in so You won’t even know me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This one last bullet you mention &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;is my one last &lt;em&gt;shot at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;redemption&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Because I know to live you must &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;give your&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt; away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And I’ve been housing all this &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;insecurity&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’ve been locked inside that house all the while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold the key&lt;/strong&gt; And I’ve been dying to get &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and that might be the death of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And even though there’s no way in knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where to go&lt;/em&gt; promise I’m going because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’m &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; inside this rut that I fell into by &lt;em&gt;mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And I’m &lt;em&gt;begging you&lt;/em&gt;, I’m &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;begging you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’m &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begging you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;be my escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’m &lt;em&gt;giving up&lt;/em&gt; on doing this alone now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;'Cause I’ve f a i l e d and &lt;strong&gt;I’m ready&lt;/strong&gt; to be shown how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’s &lt;/em&gt;told me the way and I’m &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;trying to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And this life sentence that I’m serving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I admit that I’m every bit deserving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But the &lt;em&gt;beauty of grace&lt;/em&gt; is that it makes &lt;em&gt;l i f e&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;f a i r'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;insecurity&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you hold the key&lt;/strong&gt; And I’ve been dying to get &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and that might be the death of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where to go&lt;/em&gt;, promise I’m going because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;something I can’t shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I gotta get outta here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And I’m &lt;em&gt;begging You&lt;/em&gt;, I’m &lt;strong&gt;begging You&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;begging You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;be my escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Self detained and &lt;em&gt;forced to live in this mess I’ve made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;can’t ask You to give&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;what You already gave&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;fought You&lt;/em&gt; for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I should have &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;let You in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Oh how we &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;regret those things we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And all I was &lt;em&gt;trying to do&lt;/em&gt; was save my own skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But so were You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"Those who try to hold on to their lives will give up true life.  Those who give up their lives for me will hold on to true life." Matthew 10:39 &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;(NCV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112847249410333185?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112847249410333185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112847249410333185&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112847249410333185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112847249410333185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-has-5-more-just-for-show-minutes.html' title='he has 5 more &quot;just for show&quot; minutes left'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112613085239166350</id><published>2005-09-07T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:31:31.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;It was a &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;beautiful letdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the day I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;that all the riches this world had to offer me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;would &lt;em&gt;never do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;It was a &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;beautiful letdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;when you found me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and for once in a rare blue moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I see everything &lt;em&gt;clear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#00cccc;" &gt;Swichfoot- The Beautiful Letdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;hmm I'm not much in the mood for blogging, but I haven't in awhile so I figure I should. I had an awesome time with you guys at Valens last week...and on the weekend in Mansfield. Yep and now I'm back and school has started. In a way I don't even mind, it's nice to just be with different people for a change and get away from all the stuff that's been going on. My semester is gonna be so hard but I have good people in all my classes so I don't mind too much. All my friends are leavin for Europe this year and I'm not going..that's gonna suck..but oh well. I'm saving to go on Youth Choir in a few years..yay.. okay I'm in a really boring/bad mood right now so I'm out. love ya guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;happy bday zac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112613085239166350?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112613085239166350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112613085239166350&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112613085239166350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112613085239166350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_07.html' title='...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112475877574496075</id><published>2005-08-22T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:33:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing life from God's view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Right now I'm reading &lt;em&gt;The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/em&gt; by Rick Warren. It's an awesome book that is really helping me with my walk with God. Here is one section of the book that I found to be really interesting and eye-opening: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; your life &lt;em&gt;shapes&lt;/em&gt; your life. If asked how you picture life, what image would come to your mind? That image is your &lt;em&gt;life metaphor&lt;/em&gt;. It's the view of life that you hold, consciously or unconsciously, in your mind. It's your description of how life works and what you expect from it. Your unspoken life metaphor influences your life more than you realize. It determines your expectations, your values, your relationships, your goals, and your priorites. One of the best ways to understand people is to ask them "&lt;em&gt;How do you see your life&lt;/em&gt;?" You will discover that there are as many different answers to that question as there are people. Life is a circus, a minefield, a rollar coaster, a puzzle, a symphony, a journey, a dance, a carousel, a race, and a battle.&lt;br /&gt;What is your view of life? You may be basing your life on a faulty life metaphor. To fulfill the purposes God made you for, you will have to challenge conventional wisdom and replace it with the &lt;em&gt;biblical&lt;/em&gt; metaphors of life. The Bible says, "&lt;em&gt;Do not comform yourselves to the standards of this world, but let God transform you inwardly by a complete change of your mind. Then you will be able to know the will of God&lt;/em&gt;." The bible offers some metaphors that teach us God's view of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[This is one of the three given metaphors that I liked best]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life on earth is a test.&lt;/strong&gt; We don't know all the tests God will give you, but we can predict some of them, based on the Bible. You will be tested by major changes, delayed promises, impossible problems, unanswered prayers, undeserved criticism, and even senseless tragedies. God tests &lt;em&gt;faith &lt;/em&gt;through problems, tests &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; by how you handle possesions, and tests &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;through people.&lt;br /&gt;A very important test is how you act when you can't feel God's presence in your life. Sometimes God intentionally draws back, and we don't sense his closeness. A king named Hezekiah experienced this test. The Bible says "&lt;em&gt;God withdrew from Hezekiah in order to test him and see what was really in his heart&lt;/em&gt;." Hezekiah enjoyed a close fellowship with God, but at a crucial point in his life God left him alone to test his character, to reveal a weakness, and to prepare him for more responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;When you understand that life is a test, you realize that &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; is insignificant in your life. Even the smallest incident has significance for your character development. &lt;em&gt;Every&lt;/em&gt; day is an important day, and every second is a growth opportunity to deepen your character, to demonstrate love, or to depend on God. Some tests seem overwhelming, while others you don't even notice. But all of them have eternal implications.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that God wants you to pass the tests of life, so &lt;em&gt;he never allows the tests you face to be greater than the grace he has given you to handle them&lt;/em&gt;. The Bible says, "&lt;em&gt;God keeps his promise, and he will not allow you to be tested beyond your power to remain at firm; at the time you are put to the test, he will give you the strength to endure it, and so provide you with a way out&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Every time you pass a test, God notices and makes plans to reward you in eternity. James says, "&lt;em&gt;Blessed are those who endure when they are tested. When they pass the test, they will recieve the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have been faced with many tests lately. &lt;em&gt;Many&lt;/em&gt;...and even though I did not do as well on them as I could (and should) have, I have drawn closer with God knowing that I can face tests in the future through my faith and dependance on Him.&lt;br /&gt;For all you who always ask, "&lt;em&gt;If God is so good, why does he let so many bad things happen&lt;/em&gt;?" your answer is right here. Life is a test... bad, senseless, and distressful things &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; happen, you just have to face them with the knowledge and understanding that God wants to see you through them and he will to be with you every step of the way, if you let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Footprints In The Sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;One night a man had a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;he looked back at the footprints in the sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;He noticed that many times along the path of his life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;there was only one set of footprints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;He also noticed that it happened at the very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lowest and saddest times in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;you'd walk with me all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;in my life, there is only one set of footprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I don't understand why when I needed you most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;you would leave me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;The LORD replied: "My son, my precious child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I love you and I would never leave you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;During your times of trial and suffering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;when you see only one set of footprints, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;it was then that I carried you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&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/14729022-112475877574496075?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112475877574496075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112475877574496075&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112475877574496075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112475877574496075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/08/seeing-life-from-gods-view.html' title='seeing life from God&apos;s view'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112346280993583471</id><published>2005-08-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:19:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the COTTAGE..wooT</title><content type='html'>I just got back from spending the weekend at my cottage up north...WooT [as lysha would say--have to give her credit for her words, since apparently people always steal them]. I love it up there. There's something about it that just makes all the problems go away and you can enjoy yourself. I went up with my parents, my brother and lysha on Saturday morning...we launched our boat and lysha, my dad and I boated over to the cottage...wOOt again...I LOVE our boat. Yep, so when we arrived at the cottage all my cousins were there...we all have cottages near each other. So we spent the day swimming and boating and laying out on the raft. ...And watching my brothers and cousins have their attempt of a football game. At night we had a bonfire and we sang praise and worship songs while one of my cousins played their guitar. Yes and some people shared stories and testimonies and stuff it was awesome. The next day we had "church" outside in the back yard by the lake. "Church" at the cottage has gotta be a favourite..there's nothing like it lol. The singing was...an interesting experience to say the least... we left to go home after that, my brother had to work this afternoon. It was...sweet...I wish I was still there...I have pictures! ...they are below. This week... I am babysitting all day every day...and then going to vbs at our church...man...what a horrible week lol. Anyhow...yep, camp is over and that sucks...I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaff, Summer, Shimmer and whoever else...hope you're having an awesome time camping...I really wish I could have come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who would take a picture of a man's face?"...lol...sorry joke with lysha-- had to put that in, it came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall call him barney...love you more than more. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112346280993583471?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112346280993583471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112346280993583471&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346280993583471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346280993583471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/08/cottagewoot.html' title='the COTTAGE..wooT'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112346324473223624</id><published>2005-08-07T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:07:24.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/2296/640/PICT0134.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/2296/320/PICT0134.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cottage&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112346324473223624?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112346324473223624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112346324473223624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346324473223624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346324473223624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/08/cottage.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112346312266685924</id><published>2005-08-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:05:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/2296/640/PICT01351.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/2296/320/PICT01351.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking out at lake simcoe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112346312266685924?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112346312266685924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112346312266685924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346312266685924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112346312266685924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/08/looking-out-at-lake-simcoe.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112301596576619415</id><published>2005-08-02T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:52:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facing withdrawl</title><content type='html'>And so the cycle begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we spend half the year excited for camp to come and half the year depressed that it's over"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the "depressed" part of the cycle has begun...&lt;strong&gt;I MISS CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  AHHH... I miss all my friends that I'm not going to see till...September I think.  This sucks...how will I go on :p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, yeah, camp was &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;.  I went down with my brother and my cousin..long drive, like 9 hours.  The week was awesome as always.  We had great teachers and forums and stuff.  [I won't go into great detail...you've all heard me and lysha RAVE about camp sooo many times.]  Camp is honestly the best...you can't go there without coming back the same person...and that's what I love about it.  It gives you that push that is honestly really needed.  I wouldn't be where I am now without camp.  Yep... and "after camp" in Mansfield Ohio was awesome too.  GOOD TIMES...the ice cream..the driving around..singing WHY OH WHY.. it was just as good as camp.  Me, Lysha and my friends sang "Cry In My Heart" [by Starfield] during inspiration hour in Mansfield...rofl...that was an interesting experience to say the least.  Yeah, so now I'm back at home...and wishing I was at camp or in Mansfield still.  I have to babysit 7:30-5:30 Wednesday, Thursday, Friday this week...that.will.not.be.fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys while I was away!  Beth and Michelle...you are so coming next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use your prayers...I have so much going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112301596576619415?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112301596576619415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112301596576619415&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112301596576619415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112301596576619415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/08/facing-withdrawl.html' title='facing withdrawl'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112214724581499440</id><published>2005-07-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:02:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more dayyyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;starts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys... this is my new blog, created by the lovely lysha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time at summer and shimmer's house..with lysha and kaff and BECKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding Who We Are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-by Kutless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In You we're living&lt;br /&gt;In You we're moving&lt;br /&gt;In You we're finding who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In You we're living&lt;br /&gt;In You we're moving&lt;br /&gt;In You we're finding who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worship You&lt;br /&gt;Father of lights, spirit of truth&lt;br /&gt;And I worship You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, we call on You,&lt;br /&gt;yes we call on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come to worship with our voices&lt;br /&gt;And know the love within Your skies&lt;br /&gt;We lift our hands and seek Your presence&lt;br /&gt;And find ourselves in who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worship You&lt;br /&gt;Father of lights, spirit of truth&lt;br /&gt;And I worship You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, we call on You,&lt;br /&gt;yes we call on You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112214724581499440?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112214724581499440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112214724581499440&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112214724581499440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112214724581499440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-more-dayyyy.html' title='one more dayyyy...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14729022.post-112205592009439079</id><published>2005-07-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:12:00.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Loved Me When</title><content type='html'>Call me prodigal&lt;br /&gt;Call me anything You like&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so long in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to step into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect You to love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect You to need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to run away&lt;br /&gt;But You say that none of it matters to You&lt;br /&gt;You loved me when I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;Cause You say that none of it matters to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me prodigal&lt;br /&gt;Call me broken and ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Call me anything that I deserve&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't deserve my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect You to want me&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect You to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost without You&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm holding on to You&lt;br /&gt;Just when I start to doubt&lt;br /&gt;I find You waiting, You're still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by better days ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14729022-112205592009439079?l=youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/feeds/112205592009439079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14729022&amp;postID=112205592009439079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112205592009439079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14729022/posts/default/112205592009439079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youlovedmewhen.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-loved-me-when.html' title='You Loved Me When'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712961628719570692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/30/20130_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
