<?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-3164686032264246524</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:45:55.743-08:00</updated><category term='Hurricane'/><category term='Safe'/><category term='City On Our Knees'/><category term='Never'/><category term='Toby Mac'/><category term='Jimmy Needham'/><category term='Awaken'/><category term='The Arrows'/><category term='Bio'/><category term='Flame'/><category term='Nothing Without You'/><category term='Sarah McLachlan'/><category term='33 Miles'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='page 11'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='Ever Stays Red'/><category term='page 6'/><category term='Shane and 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Satan)'/><category term='page 12'/><category term='Fireflight'/><category term='page 9'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='LeCrae'/><category term='God&apos;s Chisel'/><category term='My Beloved'/><category term='Debbie'/><category term='Beautiful Jesus'/><category term='#3'/><title type='text'>Beyond The Song</title><subtitle type='html'>Dedicated to young women in their teens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-8114920521554379949</id><published>2011-01-20T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:16:02.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free To Be Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francesca Battistelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Free To Be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BKNLIkrHRf8" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you find yourself falling short to the prom queen and cheer leader status, or maybe the straight “A” students or star athletes? Whatever it may be, we have something inside of us that just doesn’t “cut it”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are anything like me, I often wonder how can God use me. How can he use this ordinary girl that wasn’t a straight A or B student and who wasn’t always the coolest kid on the block. How can God use this ordinary girl who seems to mess up all the time? Society today tells us that we must have a certain body, dress a certain way and live like the world does. Not only do we doubt ourselves, but also have all human kind telling us we don’t measure up unless we are the cookie cutter person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How do we get past the not good enough mind-set and shift to recognizing that God can use us right where we are and AS we are?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Old Testament tells of how God worked through a prostitute (yes, you heard me—a prostitute!) named Rahab to both protect the Israelite spies and save her entire family. Look it up sometime…it’s in Joshua 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because she was willing to offer the Israelite spies a safe place to stay and give them protection in her home, the spies were able to give a clear report back to the leaders, which in turn, helped Israel accomplish what they had set out to do with their military might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God knows the way we think. God knows we would be quick to discount someone like Rahab because of her past and her lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So do you know what he does? He goes to some pretty extreme measures to make sure we realize just how creative and powerful He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God includes Rahab in the lineage of Jesus Christ. Lineage is huge; the family tree of the Savior of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s true. Matthew includes Rahab in his gospel, letting the whole world know that while Rahab may have counted herself out, while every other person may have counted her out because of her shady past…God didn’t count her out. Far from it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God counted her in and used her, her story and her faith to show what he’s capable of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God’s not attracted to people’s abilities—He’s not even distracted by people’s inabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In fact… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“You are not just God’s workmanship, or His little fix-it-up project. You are God’s poetry. His masterpiece. God’s work of art.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is so important to get. Because there are some days when we don’t feel like we are even close to a masterpiece. There are days where we don’t act much like it either. There are some days when we don’t think how God’s work of art should think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But here’s what YOU need to know… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Regardless of how you feel… Regardless of the mistakes you can sometimes make…you are God’s masterpiece. And knowing that; internalizing that; believing that to be true about your life, regardless of how you feel…means starting to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even though you feel like less than a masterpiece, you are one. And as God’s masterpiece, you were created to do good works. You were created to be used by God! We struggle to believe that we could work alongside God because we don’t think we offer value to this world. But our Creator states that we—His masterpieces—have immense value. You have immense value because the Artist created you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TTiJpHDivZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/URsFeWI4Lzo/s1600/Free.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TTiJpHDivZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/URsFeWI4Lzo/s1600/Free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God is in the business of making masterpieces out of the most broken people—as well as those of us who may not feel as broken, but feel just plain ordinary, purposeless and directionless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you find yourself—whether totally messed up in a situation you never wanted to be in or you blend into the crowd with nothing special to offer—you need to hear that God has made you his workmanship, his poetry, his work of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Each one of us looks different. We have different lives, different circumstances and different families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of you come from a broken home. You feel insignificant because your family doesn’t notice you. They shuffle you back and forth between two homes and never appear to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of you have a broken past. You’ve made mistakes or mistakes have been made against you. You feel like there is nothing redeemable about your past or your life. You view your potential and your future through the lens of every mistake you’ve made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of you feel “less than” whenever you walk into a room. Your self-confidence is crushed, nonexistent. You’ve spent your whole life walking with your head down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The good news is that God looks at you and sees his masterpiece. Even if you have a broken past, broken relationships and broken confidence—God sees beautiful art. I don’t know what it’ll look like for you, but I do know you were created by God to be used. You have everything you need. God fashioned you. He painted a masterpiece in you. He created you. He made you…and God makes beautiful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We’ve got to change our mindset. Stop seeing yourself as less than and start seeing yourself as God sees you. Trust the Artist when He tells you how much worth and value you have—and then allow yourself to be available. To be used to accomplish things only He could have dreamed up for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God makes beautiful things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I believe that I can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But You look at my heart and You tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That I've got all You seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And it’s easy to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even though…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Got a couple rips in my jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Try to fit the pieces together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But perfection is my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On my own I'm so clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But on Your shoulders I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm free to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-to-be-me-francesca-battistelli.html"&gt;Free To Be Me&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-8114920521554379949?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8114920521554379949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=8114920521554379949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8114920521554379949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8114920521554379949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2011/01/free-to-be-me.html' title='Free To Be Me'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BKNLIkrHRf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1568586565625050397</id><published>2010-12-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:06:05.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overview'/><title type='text'>Beauty Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The subject of 'Beauty' has been around since the beginning of time.&amp;nbsp; Such quotes as "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", "beauty is only skin deep" and many more are numerous in every society and in every age.&amp;nbsp; We as humans seem to have a desire to define what beauty is or is not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So how about it...&amp;nbsp; You willing to take a little adventure into discovering what beauty is all about?&amp;nbsp; Let's begin our adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; with Beauty Secret # 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-secret-1.html"&gt;Beauty Secret # 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-secret-2.html"&gt;Beauty Secret # 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-secret-3.html"&gt;Beauty Secret # 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-secret-4.html"&gt;Beauty Secret # 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1568586565625050397?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1568586565625050397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1568586565625050397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1568586565625050397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1568586565625050397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-secrets.html' title='Beauty Secrets'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-7709502877286420243</id><published>2010-11-28T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:57:43.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ever Stays Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/28tTnKFG60g" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am a visual person. For me, actually doing something rather than thinking about it or reading it helps me absorb info like a sponge. Some of you can relate. Well, with being a Christ follower things have a tendency to fall into the category of reading the Bible or maybe hours of pondering deep thoughts of Christ and how He applies to our lives. Well, at least that is how some of us were taught. Which are all perfectly wonderful ways to get know God. But there are physical tangible things all around us that allow us to see God in everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my first fall in Boise, Idaho. I have been blown away by the rich, mesmerizing colors of the leaves on the trees. Deep crimson splashed with delicate pinks; delightful hues of orange and green. All of it amazes me. I can't help but be filled with God’s presence while strolling through my neighborhood gazing at all His artwork. These leaves are going through the decaying process. I laugh to myself thinking even in death God is beautiful! I love to look all around me and see Him. Do you think He did all of this for the heck of it, or just because He was bored one day? Or even perhaps, as many scientists throughout the ages may claim, all of this is by pure chance. None of these options even come close to the awe inspiring wonders of this land we live in. The true inspiring part of it all is He did this for us to show us His true love. With love and us in His sights He gracefully painted and detailed this world for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TPLP-Kqv-hI/AAAAAAAAAd8/D9EouRLECDA/s1600/scenic_waterfalls_sc144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TPLP-Kqv-hI/AAAAAAAAAd8/D9EouRLECDA/s320/scenic_waterfalls_sc144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have met and known many people that refuse to set foot in a church. They love God and know of Christ and of His truly selfless sacrifice for us. But that is as far as it goes for them; something has scared them away from the church. It could have been something that happened to them in the past that has soured them to church. Or maybe they have come across church Christians who were leading a double life; high and mighty in the church and loosey goosey in the streets. No matter what the reason is, it’s scared them away from church. Maybe this is you? But the church should not scare you away from your time with God. I have spent my "church" time in the outdoors. I can take a stroll through a wooded area and with the cool breeze in my nostrils and the crackle of a leaf beneath my feet I can really allow God to connect with my soul. I usually have my IPod in my ears with my favorite worship music playing. The quiet time with God is like a serenity walk for me. There have been many times I have taken a walk with a friend and as we walked we would discuss whatever issue may be plaguing us at the time. We would always allow God to lead our conversations; which helped lead us to a place of understanding that He is in control. I can remember one particular walk feeling very stressed about a particular issue I was having at the moment and of what felt like complete despair. Well, no more than the second my tear hit the pavement, a giant yellow and black butterfly gracefully fluttered across my path. I truly felt God’s peace come over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are many ways to find God beyond the church steeples. The search can truly be fun and exciting as well as rewarding. So the challenge for you is grab an mp3, IPod, Walkman/discman or any device that you can play music on. Find some worship music that really speaks to your soul. Here are some possible suggestions if you may be new to Christian music. If you are into modern radio play type of music, I recommend Jeremy Camp's CD “Stay” or “Beyond Measure” - they are great albums. I love to listen to the David Crowder Band, their newest album is a little different than their other albums; but I love every minute of it. The album is called Church Music. If you are looking for a little more rap/hip hop, I would check out anything by Lecrae, Group One Crew and Trip Lee. If you prefer the softer side, there is tons of music to help soothe your soul. Jeremy Riddle has amazing lyrics and soft ballads. If you want to bang your head, there is plenty of rock, even hard rock, out there. Delirious?, Pillar, Flyleaf, Kutless and Mainstay. Here are few that I can't really put in a category but I love them: NeedToBreath, Plumb, Seventh Day Slumber, KJ-52 and Building 429. Those are just a few; but, get out there and listen and feel what’s right for you. Now that we’ve got the music taken care of, it is time to pack a lunch and head out. If you are lucky enough to live near a mountain or an ocean, those I highly recommend. Once you have arrived at your destination, begin your journey. Say a prayer to allow God to walk beside you along your path. Be sure to take in all the beauty around you. Feel the ocean air brush through your hair. Run your fingers across a baby pine tree just beginning its own journey in life. Look for God in all this and feel His presence all around you. Hopefully your journey will allow your time with God to be as mesmerizing as He wants it to be. This is your time with God, do what feels best to you; go where He leads you. It doesn't have to be a beautifully, wondrous scenic adventure, a stroll through a lovely park or by a babbling brook; all carry God’s presence. Here is a scripture I found that I feel supports my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 19: 1-6 The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship, day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth and their words to all the world. God has made a home in the heavens for the sun. It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding. It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race. The sun rises at one end of the heavens and follows its course to the other end. Nothing can hide from its heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkBDPVmBTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DQIMvkQqZkQ/s200/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/blue-ever-stays-red.html"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-7709502877286420243?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeUuF3fE9iQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm thinking it might be the sun going down early these beautiful Autumn nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It might be the hustle and bustle of a busy season soon-to-come, rearing it's head early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it's a cold coming on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mostly, I know it's change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can do a good job pretending change doesn't bother me--but it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not as flexible with my life as I should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Change is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And being transparent with you, my life has been FULL of change the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found myself reflecting on my life a few evenings ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was reminded of all of the times I faced change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The many times fear has overwhelmed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought about the many hurts I have faced, and overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found myself a bit in awe of my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever just thought about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;About the BIG things that have happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;About the things that have had part in molding who you are today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe even some of the small things that didn't seem big at the time, but are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I sat reflecting this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found myself thanking God for being there with me through each situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really realized how much HIS being there -- got me through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every disappointment, every change, every hurt, every moment-- HE was with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've faced some real doozies in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dealt with people who've hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dealt with loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dealt with ... a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe some things you have, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite the roller coaster of change life brings, God is one thing that has and will always remain the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's consistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Bible says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hebrews 13:5b "I will never fail you. I will never abandon you." (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Joshua 1:9 "Haven't I commanded you? Strength! Courage! Don't be timid; don't get discouraged. &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, your God, is with you every step you take."(The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isaiah 41:10 "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ladies, the more we grow, the bigger the life changes get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good and bad events begin to shape our every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Six and a half years ago, I walked down the aisle and said "I do" to my husband, Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We chose this song to play while we lit the unity candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Six and half years ago, I would have NEVER guessed how the words of this song so tenderly speak so much of what is in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Change has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Change is going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is going to most likely bring you turns that you will never expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't guarantee you that it will be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't promise you that someone else will go through it with you--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but, KNOW that GOD will be right at your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you change, HE will still be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you face changes, HE will see you through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you're tired, HE will give you rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you're lost, HE will guide you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you hurt, HE will heal you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you're down, HE will pick you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Through every significant, and even insignificant moment - -HE will be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He will never leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TNckV-_xLRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NAJrNySnEGc/s1600/JesusisLord.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TNckV-_xLRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NAJrNySnEGc/s200/JesusisLord.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Creator,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life-sustainer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Comforter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Healer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lord and King,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beginning and the End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May you find hope in whatever circumstance you are currently going through, that though the winds of change might shift our lives -- GOD will always be a constant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hold tight to HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He knows you, and is there with you, fighting through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is your ______________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isaiah 41:13 "For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Living it too-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the Song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-nicole-nordeman.html"&gt;I AM&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2472516676836634733?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2472516676836634733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2472516676836634733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2472516676836634733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2472516676836634733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am.html' title='I AM'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TNckV-_xLRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NAJrNySnEGc/s72-c/JesusisLord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-4031764466606462147</id><published>2010-10-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:09:12.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Is Enough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeCrae'/><title type='text'>God Is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2MDKibgsfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2MDKibgsfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkCBVTkxOI/AAAAAAAAAds/dcIqAAfNEZc/s1600/shopping_cart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkCBVTkxOI/AAAAAAAAAds/dcIqAAfNEZc/s320/shopping_cart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When things are going rough there are many things I do, and probably all of us do, to ease the pain or even dull that pain. Or, maybe we just want to plain forget that pain or issue that has crept up in our lives. I have a few things that I do that I'm not too proud of. I like, well, love to shop. I try to lose myself and hopefully leave my problems at the checkout counter. The aftermath is usually me stressing out that I spent way too much and knowing the looming negative balance sign is bound to show up in my bank account. And, even if it’s not as traumatic as going broke for that month, I do have an empty feeling of “did I really need that” and “wow that outfit really didn't make me feel any better”. So, not only am I broke; but guess what, that nasty little problem I tried to hide behind in the sale rack is still there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For many years I have always tried to replace things with things. At some points I would get lost watching TV till the wee hours of the night. Just like with shopping I wanted to forget. I could watch a shameless reality show laughing at their problems and pretending mine didn't exist. But, when the final credits would run and I was exhausted, I was still in the same boat and probably worse than when these problems reared their ugly heads in the first place. There are many different things that we all try to use during these struggles. To name a few: eating, hours on the computer, gossiping, anger, partying, sleeping excessively, reading too much (except the Bible), hours upon hours at the gym. Some people have used alcohol, drugs and sex to replace or help forget whatever is burdening them. Do you think that there is a difference between my shopping issues or the other things I listed and someone else’s drinking problems? Or, even something as simple as too much TV and some sleeping around? If you were to ask someone you may not know that question, I promise many would think drinking is defiantly worse. Or, how can you compare sex to sleeping too much? Well it is the same when you choose other things over God and His comforts. But the true question is… What does Christ think? What does the Bible say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of us know pretty well the 10 commandments given to us in Deuteronomy; but one in particular sticks out to me in this situation. Deut 5: 7 "you shall have no other gods but me." To give a little more insight I looked up god (lowercase god) on dictionary.com and here is the definition: one of several deities, presiding over some portion of worldly affairs. Some may think that when the Bible talks about gods it is referring to a religious god, and yes it is, but there is more to it than that. Things of this world that we use for comfort and healing, those things become our gods. We have replaced our Father in Heaven. Now I believe that God has given us this commandment to help prevent us from becoming slaves to this world. I know that God does not want us to be tangled up in bondage, forever struggling to reach His peace He offers us. Jude 1:2 "May mercy, peace, and love fill your lives!" 2 Thessalonians 1:2 "May grace and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus, the Messiah, be yours!" The Bible tells us to embrace the freedom Christ has given us - Galatians 5:1 "Stand fast therefore in the liberty with which Christ has made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OK, now that we know what the Bible wants us to know, how do we get it? Well, that's my journey I'm in right now. I'm trying desperately to have God be my go to Guy on everything; but, especially for when things get rough. Does that mean I never step foot in a store again? No, not for me. But for some, wiping away our "gods" from our lives is the only sure fire way to release the bondage chains. But for me, just constantly being aware of who or what I am turning to will keep me in line. And, of course, prayer. It’s an oldie but goody. Philippians 4:6 tells us how important prayer is, "Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all He has done." Also don't be hard on yourself. If you chose to rid your life of your "gods", you have taken the right steps. God knows that and He is delighted. And, you may stumble in your climb; but He will love you no matter what. Romans 8:37 "In all these things we are triumphantly victorious due to the one who loved us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a final note. For me, and probably many of us, I have put these gods in my life because of not trusting the one true God. I lack putting full faith in Him. I worry about what the outcome may be. I need to release these worries and fears and allow for God to be in control of my life. Not myself and not these worthless gods in my life. Psalm 56:3 "When I am afraid, I will trust in you." I think John 14: 27 gives a beautiful picture on how to stay out of fear and worry: "I am leaving you with a gift--peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don't be troubled or afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkBDPVmBTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DQIMvkQqZkQ/s1600/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkBDPVmBTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DQIMvkQqZkQ/s200/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-enough-lecrae.html"&gt;God Is Enough&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-4031764466606462147?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4031764466606462147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=4031764466606462147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4031764466606462147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4031764466606462147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-is-enough.html' title='God Is Enough'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TKkCBVTkxOI/AAAAAAAAAds/dcIqAAfNEZc/s72-c/shopping_cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-4560242785440335838</id><published>2010-09-26T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:37:27.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Needham'/><title type='text'>Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//03_Hurricane.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJ-D7zlJS7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/teCCIaglixs/s1600/cuban-hurricane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJ-D7zlJS7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/teCCIaglixs/s320/cuban-hurricane.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband and I just recently relocated from Dallas, TX to Durham, NC. While the transition has been quite smooth and natural, we have noticed a few adjustments, mainly having to do with the weather! First of all, it is HOT and HUMID! And secondly, even though we are about two hours from the beach, there are A LOT of hurricanes that come up the east coast. I have to be honest, since we are located more inland and not in great danger when these hurricanes hit, it’s a bit exciting and gets my adrenaline pumping in hopes to get a hint of severe weather. Now, I do understand that while I’m safe in the comfort of my home, two hours away from the storm, others are frantically trying to box up their windows, run for cover and praying that they will have a recognizable home they can return to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As most of you know hurricanes are destructive, mighty forces of wind and rain that can demolish homes and towns in a matter of minutes. Some with wind speeds reaching over 190 miles per hour and walls of waves that will take peoples lives. I thought this was an interesting fact, “Every second, a large hurricane releases the energy of 10 atomic bombs.” Powerful is the only way to describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How many of you find it easier to rely on God during the storms and rough patches of life? Maybe some? I know for me personally, that is when I tend to draw nearest to God. When my situation is over my head and all I can do is look up and look to Him for strength and guidance. As strange as it may sound, during the rough times in my life, I’ve felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and peace because I lean into my Heavenly Father who provides that support for me. I depend on him to get me through, and passionately pursue him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;…But what about when life is ok? When all is well? When you have no worries? Where does God fit into that equation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am going to be transparent with you gals; I hope that’s ok! When life is PEACHY… I am not so passionate about pursuing God to get me through the routine of my day. I tend to fall into the trap of putting God on the back burner. I tend to fall into the trap of living life for me and depending on myself. Anyone with me? When life is PEACHY…I tend to rely on my answers, rather than searching for the God given answers the Bible provides. I neglect crying out to my God in the good and instead find myself crying out for his peace and strength more often in the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lately, God has been tugging at my heart about the “passionately needing him when its convenient for me” way of life. Just the other day I was listening to my iPod and a song by Jimmy Needham came on that struck a cord deep within me from the very first line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have built a city here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half with pride and half with fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wanted a safer place to hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to be safe tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I have built a city here”. Absolutely! My own way of life. Comfy. Cozy. Convenient. An “all-for-ME-life”! “Half with pride and half with fear”…pride of thinking I had it all together. “Just wanted a safer place to hide, I don’t want to be safe tonight “ The reality of doing it on my own sinks in, and I don’t want my way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not wishing turmoil, sadness and life’s storms upon my life, but instead inviting God to knock me upside my head and show me that I NEED HIM, good or bad, happy or sad, storm or no storm. Sometimes we need a powerful awakening much like the power of hurricane. Like the lyrics say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need You like a hurricane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thunder crashing, wind and rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tear my walls down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m only Yours now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like a burning flame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wild fire untamed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To burn these walls down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m only Yours now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m only Yours now&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God not only wants us to rely on him in the bad times of life, but also when life is going smooth. To find comfort and peace in him at all times, to draw near to him daily, to lean into him always. Not only does God want that for us, but we so desperately NEED him. Even if we think we don’t! We need to tap into his power and grace on a daily basis not just casually, but passionately! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Yours and You are mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know far better than I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if destruction’s what I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I’ll receive it Lord from Thee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I’ll receive it Lord from Thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Girls, he knows SO much more than both you and I do! Good thing, huh? Why don’t we tune into that more passionately on a day-to-day basis? Like when we aren’t sure if we should date a certain guy, or when you and your best friend are fighting, or when your parents say hurtful things to you, or when school is just too much to handle. Why don’t we turn to him then? Why is it that we passionately pursue him when we’ve reached our very end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My prayer is that you listen to this song and the words penetrate deep within. I know that I need God like a hurricane, to tear my walls in life down, so that I can be completely his and seek him daily. I pray you desire the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passionately Pursuing HIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJ-BUKmeblI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wZ8iQEW_pps/s1600/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="76" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJ-BUKmeblI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wZ8iQEW_pps/s200/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurricane-jimmy-needham.html"&gt;Hurricane&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-4560242785440335838?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4560242785440335838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=4560242785440335838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4560242785440335838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4560242785440335838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/09/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJ-D7zlJS7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/teCCIaglixs/s72-c/cuban-hurricane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1112714275217321955</id><published>2010-09-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:33:31.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristene Mueller'/><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcnqNl87Z_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcnqNl87Z_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Having crushes is an inevitable part of life. I have liked my fair share of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;goobers... and a few nice guys who I’m not embarrassed to say that I liked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While crushes are normal, it’s important to think about how we handle them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because they affect the most secret and personal parts of our hearts and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;minds. In Proverbs 4:13 the writer tells us that we should “guard our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJVaQvVoKHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XQW-YgsU5IU/s1600/holding_hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJVaQvVoKHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XQW-YgsU5IU/s320/holding_hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes the person I liked didn’t even know I existed. I would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;heartbroken, angry, and feel like I was totally in love with that person all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;while they went on completely clueless that I was wrapped up emotionally in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;their life. Other times, I would have a crush on a good friend. I would feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;guilty about these crushes thinking that God was disappointed with me for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;having romantic thoughts and feelings about people. I would try to pray and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;read my Bible more to make up for the wandering of my heart. I felt like I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;couldn’t be close to God and have a crush at the same time. The truth is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that God can use crushes to help us know what we would and wouldn’t like in&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; future spouse. Keeping God first and talking to Him about everything - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;including my crushes - helped me be wise with my actions and be a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;friend to guys. Feelings can drive you crazy sometimes, but if God has your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;heart then you can trust Him and not feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God would much rather have our hearts than all our time, energy, and mental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;focus. He understands that our hearts have a tendency to wander. That’s why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is always drawing us to Himself - as a gentleman. Take a moment to listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;closely for God’s drawing - is He asking you to spend some time with Him in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;prayer as your closest friend and the lover of your soul? Does He want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;use certain verses to speak to you about the true thoughts He has towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you? Does He want you to spend some time singing or worshiping from your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;heart - or maybe just thinking about Him and not using any words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whatever it is - take some time to realize how much God loves you no matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;where your heart is at. Trust Him that He’ll take care of you and all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;emotional needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abigail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/mercy-kristene-mueller.html"&gt;Mercy&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1112714275217321955?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1112714275217321955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1112714275217321955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1112714275217321955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1112714275217321955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/09/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TJVaQvVoKHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XQW-YgsU5IU/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1975005373894245299</id><published>2010-09-10T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:43:28.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Own Little World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><title type='text'>My Own Little World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOz2bpo-kYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOz2bpo-kYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I write at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's something to being home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love the comfort of my own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The comfort of my couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The sounds of the neighborhood kids across the street playing at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really am content at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's my world, it's where I am most comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, I love to go too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend my family of three went with my parents to San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Bay Area is only an hour and half drive from Sacramento, so we usually end up there once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The world seems big there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you have never been, it is quite the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't explain the wonder of the cement city, but it's a lot of everything -- in a tiny area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While enjoying the "fashion/shopping" district of San Francisco, known as Union Square, the sun began to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As the sun faded over the high rise buildings, the street remained busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tourists still rushed around, now in coats - looking for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The headlights of cars and taxi began to light up Market street as we walked enjoying the evening out. &amp;nbsp;Walking as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Full from a great meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blessed with much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the evening light, the world suddenly got bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It grew beyond myself and my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a voice broke through the hustle asking for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Change? Any Change"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I looked to my right, an elderly man was sitting on the side of the street with his dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The man was very obviously blind, and his dog was well trained to sit and guard him as he begged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit that my heart melted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It normally does when I see people without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I stood at the street corner with my family, I was torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was VERY obvious that besides this man asking me for money, he asks everyone for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And yes, he was blind, but how did he get to THAT corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HE definitely didn't walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And while he wasn't overly dressed, and looked without- he was sitting on a nice pillow with every commodity needed to stay warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did he really need my money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I the one person who was going to give?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I walked away I heard money drop into his cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another passer-by answered his call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We crossed the road to face another man asking for the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He was a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hungry, wanting money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Honest - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't have change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even still, torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We walked by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I did, I wondered, "If I had some change, would I have given it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband Ryan and I have talked ALOT about this lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outside from our trip to San Francisco, begging is something we see frequently here in Sacramento too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, there is a corner a mile from our house who has "regulars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Week in and week out, the same man will sit asking for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's so hard to drive by him everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, it's hard to give too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reaching beyond your own needs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;beyond your comfort zone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it can be hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIqhPSjeeQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qx5g8YjoDgs/s1600/homeless+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIqhPSjeeQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qx5g8YjoDgs/s320/homeless+man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to our San Francisco trip, we continued walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The one beggar turned into twenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As we walked, one block after another, each block had at least ten men and women wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wanting money mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Most just wanted money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly our happy vacation shifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No longer were we just enjoying our evening, we found ourselves having to decipher who was in need versus those who were there just scamming for a buck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Needing tissues for our son's cold, we walked into Walgreens and purchased two bananas (for his snack) and some Boogie "Wipes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving the store we were confronted, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A man asked my husband for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He said he was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After being confronted so many times, by so many--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit that my spirit was becoming callused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bombarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have no problem giving, in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I was ready to draw the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In that moment, when I was ready to walk away my husband grabbed the banana from my son's hand and handed it to the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His words were simple, "This is what I have, you may have it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At first the man refused, but did accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In your little world, what can you give to a big world in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I open this blog with a common problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Something we face daily, people in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Frankly, a world in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's easy to get caught up in the routine of life, and forget the world out there is in shambles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Most of the time we think of helping it ends in offering money, or food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But today, as I write, I think of the words Ryan said gently to the man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"This is what I have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What can you share with other's today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It doesn't necessarily mean money--or even a banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT-- what has God given you to share with others today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't get caught up in your perfect little world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday night, for our family on vacation the sun went down, and we saw the world in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were bombarded for twenty minutes, non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our answer was easy, it was love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was tangible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was all we had, we woke up out of our comfort zone and gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My experience of people in need in San Francisco is not unordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just like me, you are faced with people everyday who need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They need clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The world needs us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The world needs LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyday is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyday we have a gift to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Something you alone can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't get caught up in your day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't get caught up in your own little world that you forget to be Chirst in&amp;nbsp;the BIG world that NEEDS you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If nothing else, you have love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Give it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In a world hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;begging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;YOU have something to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It may not be billions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It may not be a endless cupboard of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's probably not a mansion with empty rooms to offer those who are homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But you have something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You have a hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A God who is big enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A God who can do much, with your little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What you have, give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Be inspired this week-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Read about people who had little and gave what they had....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Luke 9:10-17 - Five loaves and Two Fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 26:6-13 - Alabaster Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They reached beyond themselves to make an imprint on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Follow their lead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In God's hands, our gifts can do much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Step out of your own little world, and join in the big one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Believing in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the Song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-own-little-world-matthew-west.html"&gt;My Own Little World&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1975005373894245299?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIqhPSjeeQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qx5g8YjoDgs/s72-c/homeless+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-7717341191833830584</id><published>2010-09-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:43:19.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Enough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nichole Nordeman'/><title type='text'>Small Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC73Qa90phg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC73Qa90phg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I spent a while in a favorite place tonight: Hastings! For those of you who don't know, Hastings is a pretty sweet little bookstore chain. My favorite thing to do there is to look through the Christian book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;section. They mark all of the discounted used books with a green sticker, and being the bargain hunter I am, those are the only books I tend to look at. What I noticed tonight disturbed me. There seemed to be a lot of books about "empowerment". And most of those books were for women. Apparently, lots of women need to feel like they have power over their own lives, and these books are telling them the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;secrets to getting this power. Telling people that they can control their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I gotta say, that's a pretty big lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've learned the hard way that the only thing I have power over in my life is how I react to what happens. I honestly have very little control over what happens in my life, and have no way of controlling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the people at all. Do me a favor, and think about it. I'll bet you that, if you're honest, you will say the same thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I have next to zero control in my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You scared yet? I'm not :-) In fact, I'm comforted by the fact that I have no control. I have two reasons for that comfort: 1) it means I don't have to even try to control everything. I've attempted it, keeping every detail of my life in check, and I had a breakdown each time. 2) EVERYTHING is under God's control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I try to take control, and I feel like I can do it on my own, that's when "I don't need God." Suddenly, I become all powerful, and He's just a bystander in the bleachers, watching the game action where I'm the star player. There's a line in a song that a friend of mine wrote that is incredibly true. It says that "Your image is made weak for I am strong". Does that mean we can steal God's power in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;lives? No, but it does mean that we can trick ourselves into thinking that we know better than Him and can do it on our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, now think back. Waaaaaaay back to the beginning of the earth. God spoke, the earth was formed. He said a word, and the oceans were formed. Out of His mouth came the stars. Simply because He said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;something, solar system after star cluster after galaxy etc. were suddenly put into place and motion. He breathed, and some clay became a living human being. If it weren't for God's little breath, I wouldn't be alive. How on EARTH can I fool myself into thinking that I am big, He is small, and I don't need Him?!?! I hope you're seeing what's wrong with this picture. We as women do not need empowerment to "take control of our lives." In fact, we need to be courageous enough to be vulnerable, admit our smallness, and open our hearts up to God. We need to admit that we need Him more than we could ever know! We need the enormous God of the universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's a funny thing that happens when we pray to Him like that, though. When we open up our innermost selves to Him, suddenly He changes in our eyes. Is He still the big God, surrounded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;earthquakes and thunder and blinding light? Is He still the amazing sight that Isaiah and John in the Bible got to see? Oh you had better believe it, sister! But at the same time, He is something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He shrinks Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He knows we could never fully "get" Him as His big self. He knows that we could never really get to know Him or have a relationship with Him where we could really trust Him if we can't have at least a teeny tiny understanding of Him. So, in a way, He dumbs the idea of Himself down for us. :-) Now, I know no one likes to hear that something has to be dumbed down, me least of all. I'm a pretty smart person, but in all my learning, I've found that I'll never even come close to understanding 1% of God with my little brain. So, God chooses to make Himself smaller, so I can know Him. He wants me to know Him. He wants you to know Him. Would you ever, in the worst time in your life, turn to a perfect stranger for comfort? How could they possibly understand what is going on in your life? But God changes size in our lives to fit what we need at that time. He shows up in exactly the way we need Him, even if we don't know what that is, He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIRUZTyrBAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/crh2ccF05L4/s1600/lightening_storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIRUZTyrBAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/crh2ccF05L4/s320/lightening_storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's why I love this song. The first time I heard it was during a lightning storm in the mountains with the winds howling, thunder crashing, rain pouring down. It was a fantastic display of the big God's power! But I needed Him. I was hurting and I needed to be held. I put the CD into my portable player (yes, this was before I even knew what an ipod was!!!) and it came to this song. I listened to it over and over. My heart had been crying those same words: "are you there?" for days and I didn't know it. I was overcome with this feeling of someone wrapping their arms around me, like a big loving blanket and just holding me. He didn't ask me to tell Him what was wrong, He just wanted to be there and hold me while I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God is big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We are small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God can make Himself "Joanna-sized", or "you-sized", so you can know Him. He wants to be there for you. Do yourself a favor, admit your smallness, and open up to the God who wants to be small enough for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-enough-nicole-nordemon.html"&gt;Small Enough&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-7717341191833830584?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7717341191833830584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=7717341191833830584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7717341191833830584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7717341191833830584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/09/small-enough.html' title='Small Enough'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TIRUZTyrBAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/crh2ccF05L4/s72-c/lightening_storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-6388458565441125568</id><published>2010-08-15T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:53:41.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Riddle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Can I Bring'/><title type='text'>What Can I Bring</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9zvmSFcvmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9zvmSFcvmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let’s admit it, most of the time you and I are too busy thinking about ourselves. Even when we think we’re focused on God – it’s really all about us. During our prayer times we spend way too much time talking about our needs, our wants, our hurts, etc. Me, me, me…it’s all about me! At least that is how you and I act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If at no other time, at least for the time you spend listening to this song and reading my words, let’s be totally tuned in and focused on your creator and mine – the Lord God Almighty, Savior, Redeemer, Comforter, Friend, Heavenly Father, Healer, King, Holy One…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been in the pit of blackness and despair – He rescued me. I have made a mess of my life – He straightened my path. I have been in the deepest grief – He comforted me. Please stop and think right now of just one thing you need to thank Him for. Some of you may be able to immediately think of MANY things to thank Him for – just do it! For those who struggle to think of even one thing to be thankful for – what about the sunshine, spring showers, mountains, oceans – I’m sure you can think of something you really enjoy. Even the smallest thing, if presented to Him with a sincere heart of thankfulness and gratitude, He will find joy in your presentation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;IT IS ALL ABOUT HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You and I have nothing we can give Him – except our life lived to please Him, to bring Him honor and exalt (elevate to a place of highest rank) Him above everyone and all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TGhvr0EdzOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OR_8qE0Nirs/s1600/gratitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TGhvr0EdzOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OR_8qE0Nirs/s200/gratitude.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will you join me in having a grateful and thankful attitude for all He has done for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are someone who doesn’t know if you even believe in God, please take a few minutes to click on the last menu option at the top right of this page titled “Why Am I Here?”. I pray you find a reason to be thankful during your time spent there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lord, may our thankful and grateful words and thoughts be a pleasing sound in your ear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-can-i-bring-jeremy-riddle.html"&gt;What Can I Bring&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-6388458565441125568?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6388458565441125568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=6388458565441125568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6388458565441125568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6388458565441125568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-can-i-bring.html' title='What Can I Bring'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TGhvr0EdzOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OR_8qE0Nirs/s72-c/gratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2975144509100657810</id><published>2010-08-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:13:32.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Barnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sticks and Stones'/><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TF4prEd8MEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pCdRPZLre5Q/s1600/girls+talking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TF4prEd8MEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pCdRPZLre5Q/s320/girls+talking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//01 Sticks and Stones.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The number of words spoken by the average man daily is about 10,000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The average woman uses about 25,000 words in a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If this statistic is accurate, than what exactly does that say about us females?! …WE ARE TALKERS! We talk about anything and everything, and if we don’t have anything to talk about we make something up. Simple enough. There is always something to chitchat about, always something to be said. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talking is part of our make-up. We communicate. It is through our words that we form relationships, friendships. Our words become windows to our souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The book Captivating by John and Staci Eldredge touches on a woman’s innate desire for relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“The vast desire and capacity a woman has for intimate relationships tells us of God’s vast desire and capacity for intimate relationships. In fact, this may be the most important thing we learn about God – that he yearns for relationship with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To be specific, what was “not good” was the fact that the man was ‘alone.’ ‘It is not good for the human to be alone, I shall make him a sustainer beside him.’ How true this is. Whatever else we know about women, we know they are relational creatures to their cores. While little boys are killing one another in mock battles on the playground, little girls are negotiating relationships.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If we are made in the image of God than it would makes sense that, we too, would yearn for relationships. To know others, and to be known! If communication and talking is the doorway to relationships, naturally, what do we do? ...you got it, we talk! We listen. We invest in our friends, and loved ones. This is a side of God that we, as women, inherited. It’s a wonderful thing that makes us unique. God did not make a mistake when he made us “chatty.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just as God created us in his image and made all things perfect, sin made its not-so-grand appearance into the world with the fall of man. Because of sin, the things that God created for good can now be twisted into bad. Sinful. Evil. Those “things” include the things we say. The doorways to our relationships, the windows to our souls…our words. Because we talk SO much, ladies are so much more likely to allow yucky things to come out of our mouths. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of us ladies may be thinking right now, “I have great friendships, I am good with my parents, and in general, I get a long with most people I come in contact with.” If that’s you, awesome! But, unfortunately sin is a little sneakier than that! Sin with our mouths may not always result in broken relationships (that you know of) but in hurtful words that bruise deep inside, in cussing and in all the mean conversations about others …AKA gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Still don’t think those things REALLY affect you? Still think those sins are harmless? Well, let’s break them down… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First, let’s take a look at what the bible says about our POWERFUL tongue, the muscle that allows us to form words and do what we love most…to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We can make a large horse go wherever we want by means of a small bit in its mouth. And a small rudder makes a huge ship turn wherever the pilot chooses to go, even though the winds are strong. In the same way, the tongue is a small thing that makes grand speeches. James 3: 3-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones…but words…?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TF4qh0i74kI/AAAAAAAAAco/DDcoMwRYxVY/s1600/girl_consoling+friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TF4qh0i74kI/AAAAAAAAAco/DDcoMwRYxVY/s200/girl_consoling+friend.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Often times out of passion, rage or carelessness we allow words to fly out of our mouths without hesitation, not realizing the effects they may have on someone quite possibily for the rest of their lives. I guarantee that boy on the playground doesn’t remember calling me Mary Poppins…but I do! Silly, I know. And I promise I do not hold any harsh feelings for this boy and it is laughable now, but it was such a simple comment that I remember like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, some of our memories are NOT humorous. What about the poisonous comments? The ones that strike our core. The ones that DO affect us. They hurt. They stick. They don’t go away…ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. Proverbs 12:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, let’s be honest. If “Mary Poppins” is the worst thing I’ve been called, than we all know, I am PRETTY FORTUNATE to say the least. But let’s be real, Mary Poppins is NOT the worst thing I’ve ever been called, I’ve been called far worse; lets just say Mary Poppins was the safest to share. We’ve all been bruised by words, wounded by words, paralyzed by words. All having lasting affects on us, some as little as Mary Poppins, others as BIG as defining how we think of ourselves. Some hurtful words coming from the cute boy on the playground, others coming from the best friend, the mother who gave birth to you or the father who raised you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We cannot control what words come out of others mouths, but we can control what comes out of our own. We can control the affects we will have on others, I pray you desire for those affects to be positive. We can look back in our own lives and see that careless words have caused us pain. We can choose to not inflict that same pain on someone else. Stop the cycle. Speak to others the way you would like to be spoken to. And shut your mouth when you cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Luke 6:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Although words hurt, which is why we should be very careful with how we use them towards others, they do not define who we are. They generally are not truth! We, you and I, are fearfully and brilliantly made by a creator Father who made us in HIS image, that is truth. Use the gift of being a relational woman as a positive, not a negative. Say uplifting things to people. Encourage. Build people up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People may speak from an inner place of being wounded and their own promptings in speech are usually from a painful situation they never dealt with. Anger, hatred and mistrust can spew forth from their lips. God likes to bring these people by our doorstep to help teach us to meditate on our words before they leave us and bring hope to others through our actions. When a person understands why other people erupt out of brokenness, they will have compassion towards that person and not retaliate in anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Besty Cobb Wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;**Those of you ladies who have been wounded deeply by words, or verbally abused on a regular basis, I urge you to seek help. See a counselor, a youth pastor, or a trusted adult. You should not feel alone, and you need to get help.** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleep! …cussing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok ladies, I do not want to spend much time on this one. It’s yucky, unattractive and all around SILLY! Two things: one, if you are a Christian and you offer praises to God, do not cuss with the same mouth you praise Him with. You have one mouth so you better be praising Him with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Sometimes it praises our Lord and Father, and sometimes it curses those who have been made in the image of God. And so blessing and cursing come pouring out of the same mouth. Surely, my brothers and sisters, this is not right! Does a spring of water bubble out with both fresh water and bitter water? Does a fig tree produce olives, or a grapevine produce figs? No, and you can’t draw fresh water from a salty spring.” James 3: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Two, if you are not a Christian…try coming up with some more “lady-like” and more intelligent things to say?&amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;Don’t just fit in with the world. Be different. What do ya think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just like the old Sunday school song, “oh be careful little ears what you hear.” What goes in will come out. If you listen to explicit songs on your iPod those words will get into your head! Easy fix, get the edited version. Guard your ears from foul language as much as possible. If you have a friend who constantly uses cuss words, you might consider spending less time with him/her or encourage him/her to not cuss around you…we are like sponges, we will be influenced, we will soak up the good and the bad! Aim to soak up the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you hear about so and so?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lastly, let’s look at gossip. Amongst gals, I THINK, this is one of the MOST justified of our “mouth-offenses”. After all, it doesn’t seem so bad if the story about that person is true. A trap that women fall into so easily, a trap so difficult to get out of…talking about others. We often times think that if we tell our closest friend about that situation it won’t hurt anybody and nobody will find out. While that MIGHT be true, often times it is not. When it isn’t your story to tell or it’s a fact about someone else, generally it entails hurtful or damaging information about an individual that eventually will get back to him or her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets, but he who is trustworthy in spirit keeps a thing covered. Proverbs 11:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let’s say on the rare case that it didn’t get back to that person that you were talking about, what have you gained from talking about them? Nothing was hurt, right? Was what you said about that person uplifting and encouraging? …Probably not! What about your reputation with others? Some might think, “Well, if she is talking about that person, I wouldn’t doubt she’d talk about me that way.” Is that how you would like to be perceived? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit. Psalm 52:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What about the girl at school who is always extremely rude to you, is it ok to bad mouth her to your friends at the lunch table? All the mean and hurtful things this person has done to you, talking bad to your friends about it might make you feel better at least for the time being. I can’t argue with that, but it isn’t right and you don’t feel that way for long. Two wrongs don’t make a right. And like all things that aren’t right, it is a trap. A poison. Once you start it’s hard to stop. Like a drug. Satan has a grip on your mouth and uses it for HIS destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“ Fire goes out without wood, and quarrels disappear when gossip stops.” Proverbs 26:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our mouths, the gateway to who we are. Our values, dreams, desires, thoughts…our relationships. What God intended for good, for communication to access and build relationships, man has twisted into bad. How are you allowing your mouth to be used? Is it uncontrollable like a ravenous wildfire? The bible says in James 3:6 “And the tongue is a flame of fire. It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting the entire body. It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself.” In other words, if you cannot control your tongue, than you do not have control over your life. What are you saying? How are you living your life? Are you a worker of deceit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With God’s grace and redemptive power, YOU can be changed. Your mouth can be changed! Pray and ask that God forgive you for the things you have said and ask that he gives you strength each day to choose wisely what you say to and about others. Pray that whatever comes out of your mouth is pleasing to God, our creator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe in you ladies. Like God, YOU are the essence of beauty. May our words always reflect that beauty. Speak pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/sticks-and-stones-dave-barnes.html"&gt;Sticks and Stones&lt;/a&gt; lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2975144509100657810?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2975144509100657810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2975144509100657810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2975144509100657810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2975144509100657810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/08/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TF4prEd8MEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pCdRPZLre5Q/s72-c/girls+talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-8154103202287745643</id><published>2010-07-31T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:04:37.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At The Cross'/><title type='text'>At The Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOY0mjjmx8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOY0mjjmx8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lately I've been feeling pretty battered. I just feel like I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;getting hit on every side. It's like there are these silent voices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that put nasty little thoughts in my head:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You're so lazy, that's what makes you a little chubby. That 'little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chubby' is why you're single."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"If only you were a tidier person, then you'd actually be able to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;good about yourself."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You can't do anything right, you're worthless."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Those people are only nice to you because they feel they have to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they don't really like you. No one does."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You're so stupid, you just blew it."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"That person hates you, and it's all your fault."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You did that same sin, AGAIN?!? You're such a terrible person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You're not really a Christian if you still struggle with that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm being pretty honest here, because those are the exact phrases that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;run through my head. I know they're not true. I know they're lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so I keep reminding myself that they're lies. And reminding...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And reminding. I feel like I'm struggling to just survive the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Or, on a good day, I feel like I'm "making it through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I'm so tired of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TFTyCi_7FnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/l4XriF8TAUs/s1600/battle-of-Williamsburg-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TFTyCi_7FnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/l4XriF8TAUs/s320/battle-of-Williamsburg-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Bible promises victory, but I really never feel like I participate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in a winning fight. At best, I feel like it's a tie and both armies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pull back for a fight at another time and place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's funny, though... I've only been able to put words to it tonight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was driving home from a church event, and really felt the need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;turn on a cd of mixed worship music. This one always does the trick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for me, especially a song that a friend of mine wrote. But tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that song was nice, but it didn't help any. I just let the songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;change and started feeling really sorry for myself. My magic little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;song didn't work for me tonight! Then I listened to the chorus of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;next song, and one phrase caught my attention: "You have OVERCOME the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;grave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit, I broke down crying as I was driving. I had so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pent up in me. I suddenly knew what my problem is: I can't remember t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;he last time I felt like I overcame something with God. All I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;like I've ever done is to survive, make it through, or just keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;trucking. It's not the same thing. To overcome (according to our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dear Webster's dictionary!) means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-to get the better of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-to surmount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-to overwhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-to gain superiority over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can tell you, by this definition, I've been overcome, even when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;thought I won. I always feel like satan gets the better of me, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;usually feel like he has the superiority and has overwhelmed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done with that. DONE, do you hear me?!? And I hope you are too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Join me, right now: we're done having him get the better of us, done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;with being overwhelmed, and done with losing to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 60:12 With God we will gain the victory, and HE will trample &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;down our enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's the key, is that we only gain victory when God tramples our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;enemies, not us. We can stamp them out all we want, but while we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;stamping on them, they will pull the rug out from underneath our feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you face a situation where you feel defeated, pray. Pray that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God will allow you to overcome this situation in His strength and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;power. Here are a few promises from the Bible that you can pray to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;help you out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mark 9:24 "Immediately the boy's father exclaimed, "I do believe; help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;me OVERCOME my unbelief!" (for times when you just feel like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;can't believe God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Luke 10:19 "I have given you authority to trample on snakes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scorpions and to OVERCOME all the power of the enemy; nothing will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;harm you." (Jesus says this to his disciples, and to us!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;John 16:33 "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;overcome the world." (when trouble comes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Romans 12:21 "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;good." (when people are being bad to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 John 2:13-14 "I write to you, fathers, because you have known him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;who is from the beginning. I write to you, young men, because you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OVERCOME the evil one. I write to you, dear children, because you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;known the Father. I write to you, fathers, because you have known him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;who is from the beginning. I write to you, young men, because you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;strong, and the word of God lives in you, and you have OVERCOME the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;evil one." (Paul says that these people have already overcome, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;possible!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 John 4:4 "You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;world." (if the Holy Spirit is in you, nothing is greater than Him in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;this world!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure some of you have heard the phrase "No one can make you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;inferior without your consent". This was said by Eleanor Roosevelt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the wife of a president of the USA. &amp;nbsp;Allow me to rephrase it a little:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;no one can defeat you, unless you allow them to by fighting without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God. If you have God, He will win, and you will overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It sounds easy, I know, but remember that this just came to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tonight! I'm going through it with you, right now. I'm praying for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you, and I know that we'll celebrate in heaven over the battles that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God won and gave us the power to overcome in this life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Be of good courage, my sisters and fellow warrior princesses! Let's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;overcome together with God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and of love and of a sound mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-cross-hillsong-united.html"&gt;At The Cross&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-8154103202287745643?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8154103202287745643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=8154103202287745643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8154103202287745643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8154103202287745643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='Plumb'/><title type='text'>In My Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QU1eZweCRI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QU1eZweCRI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's my week to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's my turn to write on this amazing blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I spent this week thinking about what to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What to say--- that hasn't already been said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I sat and prepared to write... my heart began to wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wondered what YOU are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where are YOU at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What are YOU going through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I began to think about these questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Questions that I don't have an answer to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know you, I don't know what words you need to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know what words God needs to place on your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TDtA7brtYiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C5G25JMPfsg/s1600/jesus-with-children-0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TDtA7brtYiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C5G25JMPfsg/s320/jesus-with-children-0410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But tonight, I know that I personally need to be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For some reason tonight, I need a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, I am going to write a bit for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to peel back my rib cage, and reveal a bit of the lesson my heart is currently trying to process. To really accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song by Plumb is one of my absolute favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a song that I can listen to and find so much comfort and peace in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The lyrics say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They so eloquently express God's heart for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The heart of a Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A father who wants nothing more than to protect, and love HIS child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, my son took a terrible fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is learning to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He climbs on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We JUST moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, my son Eli climbed onto a bar stool and as I reached to pick him up, he fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Head first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't catch him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I tried to move fast, but he slipped faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Before I knew it he was on the tile floor, looking at me crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Immediately I scooped him up as fast as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I HATE to see my little guy hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His head hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He needed comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He wanted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I held him as long as he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to protect him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But in the moment, I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't sheild him from every fall life will bring his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT ... I can always comfort him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Be there for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In my relationship with God, I often think of HIM the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just like my son with me, I find comfort in God - as my Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clouds will rage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Storms will race in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you will be safe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In MY arms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SAFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I long to feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a feeling of ultimate comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Truthfully ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My heart is on a bit of a journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A journey involving trusting God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stepping out in faith can be so scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This current life transition has left me fully reliant on God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By choice yes, but truly by necessity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I need HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite all of the change and uncertainty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know HE is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HE is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Storms are raging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things in my life are changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hard and easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peace comes in HIS arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know where this current journey is taking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know what journey you are currently on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While I pray you are in a place of peace and happiness, I know that the storms of life effect us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To everything there is a season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And while God never promised us that life would be easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He promised he would be with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That HE would be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We are NEVER alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joshua 1 :9 says --&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Charis SIL&amp;quot;, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the L&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; your God is with you wherever you go.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isaiah 41:10B (The Message) --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Charis SIL&amp;quot;, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I've picked you. I haven't dropped you.'&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic. I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to fear for I'm your God.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength. I'll help you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Castles they might crumble&lt;br /&gt;dreams may not come true&lt;br /&gt;but you are never all alone&lt;br /&gt;because I will always&lt;br /&gt;always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the&lt;br /&gt;clouds will rage and&lt;br /&gt;storms will race in&lt;br /&gt;but you will be safe&lt;br /&gt;in my arms&lt;br /&gt;rains will pour down&lt;br /&gt;waves will crash around&lt;br /&gt;but you will be safe&lt;br /&gt;in my arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know where you are this week friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You will be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know what you are facing this week friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are strong, HE is with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I pray...no matter what life has brought your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that you find comfort and peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In HIS arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Believing in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the Song-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-arms-plumb.html"&gt;In My Arms&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2061443774272969984?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2061443774272969984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2061443774272969984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2061443774272969984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2061443774272969984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-my-arms.html' title='In My Arms'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TDtA7brtYiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C5G25JMPfsg/s72-c/jesus-with-children-0410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-8723851751539236631</id><published>2010-07-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:54:36.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Alright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanctus Real'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fki04dpFD-0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fki04dpFD-0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I’m not all right…I’m broken inside”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a time when that was how I felt! I was so broken I wanted to die. I didn’t think I could ever be whole again or have peace in my life. Everything seemed black and hopeless. I thought my life was just one big mess and there was no way out for me except to escape through death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These thoughts, these feelings, started when I was 16 and would plague me until I was 32. Yes, there were times I felt happy during this period but the feeling never lasted. I was too broken inside… I was looking for something or someone to “fix” me, to take away the darkness and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was Someone who could “fix” me but I didn’t look to Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As a teen I looked to friends, boyfriends, activities and love – the ever elusive “love” – to fill the void and to dispel the darkness within. As I got older I looked to my job, my kids and my husband – still searching for the “love” that would take away the pain and brokenness inside. I tried alcohol and drugs to dull that pain and disguise that brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;None of those things or people – no matter how much I loved them or how special they were to me – did the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TC4wZtyjGfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HD8kqN6Araw/s1600/my-despair-poster-c12180059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TC4wZtyjGfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HD8kqN6Araw/s200/my-despair-poster-c12180059.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you relate? Have you been there and done that? Or, maybe you haven’t experienced this but you know of someone who has – someone close to you. You are wondering what answer I found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I did find the answer in a person…the Person of Jesus Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The day was bright with sunshine but in my soul it was a dark and hopeless day. I was at the end of myself… I had tried over and over again to “fix” myself and my circumstances and all I ever did was make things worse. Thoughts of death were my constant companion; but, in this dark and hopeless place I cried out to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until everything I hide behind is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And when I’m open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With nothing left to cling to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Only you are there to lead me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is exactly where I needed to be. I had nothing left to hide behind and my heart was open wide. That day when I cried out to God, He answered the cry of my heart! He replaced the darkness with Light, He gave me true Love, He filled me with Peace and Joy. My life was changed that day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I want to say… I did not have some miraculous and instantaneous delivery from all the pain and hurt of my circumstances. But, I did have an immediate peace within my soul. In the weeks, months and years following that day, my life changed from the inside out. Eventually my circumstances changed as well :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From that moment on, I never felt alone. I knew He would always be there with me in each and every circumstance of my life. I have to admit though, the one thing it took me the longest to understand and really accept was this – God loves ME. Me, the individual. ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you understand this? God loves YOU too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are in that dark place I have talked about, don’t wait until you are in your 30’s (or 40’s, 50’s…) to realize that Jesus is your only hope. Open your heart this very minute! Acknowledge to Him the mess of your life and your need for Him to take over. Admit your need for His healing touch. Accept the love He wants to lavish on you. He does not force Himself on anyone. But, if anyone comes to Him with a sincere desire to know Him and to have Him in charge of their lives, He will do amazing things in their life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you ready for change????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-alright-sanctus-real.html"&gt;I'm Not Alright&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-8723851751539236631?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8723851751539236631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=8723851751539236631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8723851751539236631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/8723851751539236631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-alright.html' title='I&apos;m Not Alright'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TC4wZtyjGfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HD8kqN6Araw/s72-c/my-despair-poster-c12180059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2539559614177225550</id><published>2010-06-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:53:39.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BarlowGirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need You to Love Me'/><title type='text'>I Need You to Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyB9UjRkB9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyB9UjRkB9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate needing people. Really, I hate needing ANYTHING. My parents raised me to be a very independent person, always teaching me that I could get things for myself if I wanted something. They were trying to teach me self reliance, which can be a good thing...but not always. As I grew up, I learned to rely on myself for pretty much everything. I purchased my first phone plan all by myself, bought my own first car, took care of most of my college stuff, bought most of my own food, always paid my bills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I learned to live my life needing nothing from anyone, and hating to ask for help from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Which can be a good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found out, when I depended on myself for everything, I became pretty prideful and wasn't even able to ask for things that I needed because I wanted everyone to know that I could take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't ask for money when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't ask for help when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't ask for love when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow, I really thought that love didn't matter to me. What mattered was the approval that I could get from people and from God. For many years I didn't care about His love. I had never understood i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;t because my parents, like everyone else's, were imperfect people and weren't able to show me unconditional love. Since I felt that love was something that I had to jump through hoops to earn, I didn't want it. And once I figured out that compliments from people made me feel happy, I didn't need love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Without learning about God's love and allowing Him to love me, life, honestly, was pretty crappy. If people weren't complimenting me on something, whether it be new clothes, good grades, great performances, or being "one of the sweetest people they knew", I thought I was a terrible person. If people weren't approving of what I did, I hated myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's when God chose to show me His love. I can't even describe how it felt or even what happened; but I had just finished a morning devotion at a training camp for a mission trip I was about to take, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;when it just happened. It was like the skies opened and started pouring, and I felt it. I felt God's love. Love with a capital L-O-V-E. This isn't your run of the mill "oh I think I love you so I'll kiss you and tell everyone, then hate you tomorrow" type love. This was a Love that had given everything just for the few minutes that it could shower down on me in the middle of a hay field in Illinois, a love that would wrap itself around me any time I would slow down and allow it... but most of all, a love I NEEDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It hurts to admit you're wrong. But sometimes, you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to apologize to God. I now knew that I needed His love more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Once I did that, things started to change. I realized that people's opinions of me don't always matter. What matters is what God thinks. And nothing, absolutely nothing, can change the fact that God loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;me. Check out Romans 8:38-39 "And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love. Death can't, and life can't. The angels can't, and the demons can't. Our fears for today, our worries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;about tomorrow, and even the powers of hell can't keep God's love away. Whether we are high above the sky or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." No matter what anyone may say about you, YOU ARE LOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jesus%20loves%20me" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jesus Loves Me Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg229/stephanie_amanda/Jesus.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;YOU ARE LOVED BY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And, I know this for a fact, you need His love just as much as I do. This song has been a favorite of mine since it came out. I still remember hearing the phrase "I need you to love me", and realizing that it's true. I need His love. You need His love. Stop pretending you don't need Him, and let Him love you. I promise, it's something you'll never regret doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love and prayers to you chicks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VjIq0urwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qmGAkZJ_mO4/s1600/Signature_block_Joanna1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VjIq0urwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qmGAkZJ_mO4/s320/Signature_block_Joanna1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-you-to-love-me-barlowgirl.html"&gt;I Need You to Love Me&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2539559614177225550?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2539559614177225550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2539559614177225550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2539559614177225550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2539559614177225550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-you-to-love-me.html' title='I Need You to Love Me'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VjIq0urwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qmGAkZJ_mO4/s72-c/Signature_block_Joanna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-6216197523238558571</id><published>2010-06-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:28:07.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Needham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiven and Loved'/><title type='text'>Forgiven and Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ifh2DZRZo0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ifh2DZRZo0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is there anything I've done that is so bad that God can't or won't forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I have done the unforgivable, God SHOULD not forgive me and I will never live up to the ‘Good Christian standard’. I have done too much bad, sinned too much…I am a lost cause.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way? Thought these thoughts? Believed these lies? If so, then you are not alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a period in my life where I lived in these thoughts day in and day out. I went to a Christian University, a school full of what seem to be PERFECT people. Spotless people. As you can imagine, feelings of inadequacy, guilt and shame began to creep in to my “less-than-perfect” spirit. Feelings of never being able to measure up, especially, with a past like mine. I can remember telling my sister, “None of these good Godly men would ever want to marry a girl like me. They are too perfect, too good for me.” The ache was deep, not only because felt I didn’t measure up to the “perfect Christians”, but because I felt like God SHOULD reject me too. If I didn’t measure up to these “flawless” people, why would I ever be good enough to deserve grace or forgiveness from God? I had messed up one too many times; I had done the unthinkable…the unlovable…what I thought was the unforgivable sin. Why would God want me? How could He forgive me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodness, I wish I could express to you how much of a struggle this was for me. It was easy for me to pretend everything was ok on the outside, but I knew who I really was, I knew the real me. Dirty. Sinful. Me. Compared to everyone else, I was the worst. It was a lonely place. A place where I felt no one would ever understand the depth of how bad I had been, how sinful I had become. To my understanding, I was a lost cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THANKFULLY, “to my understanding” this IS NOT how God operates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Where sin increased, grace increased all the more…” (Romans 5:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can I get an AMEN?! In fact, we cannot comprehend what God’s grace is capable of; our brains just cannot fathom it! And thankfully, we cannot fully comprehend the depth of his forgiveness and love. Honestly, I had a pretty small view of God, thinking that he could not love me after what I had done, and that my sins where too much to forgive. THE ultimate purpose for Jesus’ execution was to take on the punishment “for the sin of the world” (John 1:29) I had sinned, and I am a part of “the world”, Jesus died to take the judgment that I deserve. That goes for you too! Jesus died to take the judgment, BIG OR SMALL, which YOU deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The fact of the matter is, we all have sinned. Yep, all of us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As humans it’s easy for us to compare ourselves to our neighbor, measure ourselves up, and really tear ourselves apart in the meantime. The truth is we are all sinners. Period. AND, there is nothing you can do that is unforgivable to God. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.” (James 2:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take for example a couple of “imperfect” bible characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rahab the Prostitute- slept with countless men in Jericho. (Joshua 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;King David the Adulterer-got a married woman pregnant then sent her husband to the front lines of battle knowing he wouldn’t come back alive. (2 Samuel 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moses the Murderer-killed an Egyptian soldier and buried him in the sand. (Exodus 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Apostle Paul - a former blasphemer and murderer of Christians (Acts 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;…Fortunately, that’s not the end of their story. God poured out His grace on the choices they had made and forgave. He used them to move mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rahab the Prostitute- Gave shelter to some of God’s spies, and her and her family was spared when Jericho fell. (Joshua 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;King David the Adulterer- known as a “man after God’s own heart” and one of the greatest kings in the history of Israel. (Acts 13:22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moses the Murderer- Delivered God’s chosen people, the Israelites, out of slavery and led them through the wilderness with God’s direction. Known as one of the greatest and godliest leaders of all time. (Exodus 3:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Apostle Paul- God used to start a great ministry amongst the Gentiles that continues still today. The church that exists today is the legacy of his work. (Jude 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBxGk1pfo2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3vuzBeO4z5M/s1600/forgiveness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBxGk1pfo2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3vuzBeO4z5M/s320/forgiveness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The sins that each of these people had committed did not define who they were, and it definitely didn’t stop God from using their lives and their stories to make a huge impact for his kingdom! If they were perfect people, do you think their stories would impact you as much? Would you be able to relate? I’ll be honest, I don’t think I could. God strategically chose an “imperfect” person to show how powerful his grace truly is and how HE can transform sinful people into perfect people. He chose imperfect me, and he chose imperfect YOU to give his gift of grace and forgiveness…accept it… for it is the essence of who God is. There is nothing you could ever do that would make him take that gift back. Live in &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE6d-v-39I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lTMMWaQqaL4/s1600/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="76" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE6d-v-39I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lTMMWaQqaL4/s200/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgiven-and-loved-jimmy-needham.html"&gt;Forgiven and Loved&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-6216197523238558571?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6216197523238558571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=6216197523238558571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6216197523238558571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6216197523238558571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgiven-and-loved.html' title='Forgiven and Loved'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBxGk1pfo2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3vuzBeO4z5M/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-4414749417655250401</id><published>2010-06-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:50:27.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I&apos;ve Overcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireflight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi'/><title type='text'>What I've Overcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//05_What_I_ve_Overcome.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBVPVitVgjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jZgeMiijhIo/s1600/raising_hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBVPVitVgjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jZgeMiijhIo/s320/raising_hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Raise your hand if you’ve ever done something you’re ashamed of or regret. Maybe it was a one-time thing. You completely stepped out of character and in that moment caused some serious damage. It might have been damage to someone else or it might have been to yourself. Or maybe the “something” you’re ashamed of is a habit or behavior that displays itself on a regular basis. Now, if you didn’t raise your hand, kudos to you. I’m not sure I believe you, but I guess I’ll have to give you the benefit of the doubt. =) But know this, your time will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you’ve read my bio on this sight you know that my relationship with Christ came later in my life. I asked him into my heart just out of high school but I still didn’t start living FOR Him or pursuing a relationship WITH Him until after I got married. As a result of all the years trying to navigate my way through this world without Him I made mistake after mistake. Sometimes, the same mistake over and over and over again. I have been hurt and I have caused hurt. But that IS NOT who I am! Who I am is a girl who has fought my share of battles and come out on the other side praising God. I am a girl who through the grace of God and the saving power of Jesus Christ is moving beyond the mistakes I’ve made and living a free and abundant life. Because THAT is what Christ came for. Not just to provide us with a ticket out of hell, but to give us something to live for. To give us freedom from the chains of sin and sickness, and give us hope and joy and peace in THIS world . . . NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song to me is the epitome of hope and healing. I think we so often feel defined by the things we have done. Whether we have done it to ourselves or even allowed someone else to do it for us. We are “chained” to the things we have either done or experienced and are now ashamed of and regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song truly is my lifesong. When I sing or listen to the lyrics I feel like it was written just for me. But it wasn’t. I know, I know, I know that you are faced with decisions and choice’s everyday that are NOT easy. Most, if not all of you have made a choice or done something you really wish you could take back. And guess what sweetheart, it won’t be the last time. Now, if you are trusting and seeking God with all you are, and listening for the Holy Spirits guidance, then I promise you, the right choices will be there waiting. (You’ll notice I didn’t say the “popular” choices or the “easy” choices, but the RIGHT.) God only wants the very best for you and He DOES NOT keep it hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT, all that to say, we ALL make mistakes. We all blow it time and again. None of us is perfect. But we serve a God that is, and He’s holding out His hand for you. He’s offering you His grace, forgiveness, and a second chance. So don’t let the mistakes of your past defeat and define you. Grab hold of the healing freedom that Christ is offering you. The abundant life that Christ died to bring you. Because like me, you ARE NOT what you have done! You can overcome any sin and any temptation. But you CANNOT do it alone. Because not only do we have a Savior, we also have an enemy. An enemy that loves to remind us of everything we’ve done wrong. He is the king of lies and he wants nothing more than for you to believe you can’t escape your sins. He wants to keep you chained to them. Why? Because he is petrified of the person that God wants and created you to be. So don’t you ever believe him. You can overcome ANYTHING with God. And THAT is what should define you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that you might have life, and have it abundantly.” John 10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“If he stumbles he will not fall, because the Lord holds his hand.” Psalm 37:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/184/D186FF6C4FF569445EDE32FB87A2BF8F.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ive-overcome-fireflight.html"&gt;What I've Overcome&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-4414749417655250401?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4414749417655250401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=4414749417655250401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4414749417655250401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4414749417655250401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-ive-overcome.html' title='What I&apos;ve Overcome'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TBVPVitVgjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jZgeMiijhIo/s72-c/raising_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1822079608531290884</id><published>2010-06-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:08:25.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly Kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Carlisle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRqK580jV8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRqK580jV8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know this is one of the all time favorite songs requested to be played at weddings? You might be wondering why I chose this song… If you haven’t heard it before, you might want to listen to the song first and then finish reading what I have to say :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song is about a father’s love for his daughter. As daughters, we want to know our father loves us. This song speaks to our hearts because we desire the love of our father and it portrays the “perfect” father’s love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TApos071IZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ak1W7PFTTkc/s1600/carlisle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TApos071IZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ak1W7PFTTkc/s320/carlisle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe you have this type of relationship with your dad. You know he loves you. You know he will protect you. You know he will provide for you. You are special to him and you know it. You know he will always be there for you no matter what. You feel cherished - you are his little princess no matter how old you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, maybe, just maybe, you are like me and do not have that kind of father/daughter relationship. Maybe emotional or verbal or physical or sexual abuse (or a combination of all of these) is the essence of the relationship you have with your dad. Maybe you fear and distrust him. Maybe you have never heard the words “I love you” from your dad. Maybe he said the words but how he treats you says something else entirely to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Or, maybe you don’t fall into either of the descriptions pictured above but somewhere between these polar opposites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It took me a long time to realize how much my relationship with my dad affected how I viewed and related to my Heavenly Father. The word “father” to me brought forth feelings of being unloved, neglected, manipulated and of fear and distrust. My head knew God was different but my heart needed to learn I could trust and depend on Him to love and care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How you and I interact with our earthly fathers has an impact on our lives – either for good or for bad. But, even the best of earthly fathers are imperfect. They are, after all, sinners in need of God’s grace and forgiveness. Just like you and I need God’s grace and forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There truly is only one perfect father and that is our loving Heavenly Father. Reach out to Him in sincerity and longing. He has already shown you His immense love for you through the death and resurrection of His Son, Jesus. That alone should be enough for you and me; but, He is willing to meet you and me where we are at. Give Him all of your hurts and longings and pour your heart out to Him. He already knows, but there is a release from within us when we give our feelings words. Ask Him to show you how much He loves you. Be open to His response! Don’t look for it by expecting Him to give you “things” (although He might). If you keep the “eyes” of your heart open, He will begin to shower His love on you and you will know without a doubt that He loves you as His precious daughter. After all, He created you in your mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13) and He has just been waiting for you to come to Him with your arms wide open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I vividly remember the day when God’s love for me became truth which permeated my whole being. To know without a doubt in the deepest part of me that God loved ME and that I delighted Him changed my life dramatically! Won’t you give Him a chance to show you too how much He loves you and delights in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;P. S. Father’s Day is coming up soon. If you have a great father, thank God for him and show him you love and appreciate him. If you don’t have such a great father, think about the one good quality he might have and thank God for that. For me, I thank God for the fact that, despite everything else, my dad took me to church when I was growing up. That is where I learned about the love of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/butterfly-kisses-bob-carlisle.html"&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-1822079608531290884?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1822079608531290884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1822079608531290884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1822079608531290884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1822079608531290884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/06/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TApos071IZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ak1W7PFTTkc/s72-c/carlisle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-9178082244527277008</id><published>2010-05-29T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:39:47.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Matters Most'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayiesha Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>What Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//12_What_Matters_Most.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE-_JXQjAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qCg5jCjxf_A/s1600/ballet_dancer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE-_JXQjAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qCg5jCjxf_A/s200/ballet_dancer.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In this song Ayiesha Woods sings about what she does well, singing! Something that God has gifted her with, and in return she honors God with her voice and sharing His goodness with others through her songs. Now lets get one thing straight, I am not a singer or songwriter (I wish I was!); but when I listen to this song God speaks to my heart. He reminds me of the areas in my life where I show Him honor, the areas in which I please Him most. The particular area in my life that comes to mind when I listen to this song is my testimony. Not what most would consider a talent or “gift”, right? At one time I didn’t think so either. Well, God has made it very clear that He doesn’t need me to be a singer, dancer, speaker or teacher. He can take something as simple as my story and use it to glorify Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me take you back a few years…I went through a time in my life were I hid from my past and the poor decisions I had made. It was easier to pretend it never happened, so I put on the mask of the perfect Christian girl and went on with my life. I had sought out forgiveness and God had truly brought healing and restoration in my heart and life; but little did I know I continued to carry around the guilt and shame and was not completely healed. In my mind, it was better if people didn’t know that part of my life. In my mind, I needed to keep those details hidden. For three years I kept the real me, the real Ashley, from those closest to me and from the world. I kept the story of Gods grace and power from those who needed to hear it, all because I was ashamed and insecure of what others might think of my scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My senior year of college I was asked to share my testimony with a group of girls I had known for about four years. I thought to myself, “Oh that’s easy, just give the sugar coated version and all will be ok!” I accepted the opportunity to share. The next seven days of “preparation” consisted of me trying to ignore God’s tugging at my heart and whispering in my ear, “Tell them the REAL story.” Telling these girls everything was not an option. “NO-NO-NO!” The dirt, the scars, the hurts, the hidden…all were to stay hidden. I fought with God over this; it was just too hard to expose my real self to people who had known me as something totally different, “flawless.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12: 8-9 Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weakness, so that the power of Christ can work through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had printed off two sheets of paper, the pretty version of my testimony and the ugly version. Minutes before I was to speak, I was still fighting with God. Somehow I shared the ugly story; God supplied the courage and strength, He took my hand that night and I was completely transparent. Those girls became aware of my dirty laundry…they knew the real me. And for some reason, they were not making faces at me; in fact some were shedding tears alongside me. All this time, as I focused on myself and how others would view me, I forgot that my story had a happy ending. I forgot that my story was not only about me, but the transformation that had taken place. A story of my Lord and Savior. One of LOVE, MERCY, GRACE and POWER. One of HOPE! A story of a God who transformed a past of destruction to a present and a future of BEAUTY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 107: 2 Has the Lord redeemed you? Then speak out! Tell others he has redeemed you from your enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That night, minutes after my last word, with tears of shame streaming down my face…God showed me another side of His grace. He showed me how my obedience, even though it wasn’t easy, was needed and that some of my friends were living in the same shame that I was. It wasn’t until I was transparent and vulnerable, that they too felt they could share or start healing from their hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAFC-sIGdEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FiDa3Z6RqYs/s1600/praising-maker-earth_~u14127399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAFC-sIGdEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FiDa3Z6RqYs/s200/praising-maker-earth_~u14127399.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You see, all this time I thought I was healed from my past; I just didn’t want anyone else to know. I was living a life of shame. But what I didn’t realize was that in not sharing about God’s healing in my life, I wasn’t giving him credit, and I wasn’t allowing him to use my story to help others. I wasn’t allowing myself to see the power in which God had transformed my broken heart. A story in which I should have been shouting from the rooftops! I wasn’t giving him the glory. “There's nothing more satisfying than knowing I'm pleasing the one who matters most”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Looking back, I can see the power of Christ working through my broken words to touch hearts in that room. I couldn’t have imagined the healing it brought for others and myself that night, truly a milestone in my walk with Christ. Trusting Him with my heart and trusting others with my heart. Allowing my broken words to be used to the glory of His name and power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acts20: 24- But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus- the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I chose this song because the words resonate so deeply in my soul “You ask me where does my joy lie I tell you in all that I do for Christ You want to know how I am fulfilled I tell you in doing my Father's will”. To this day, sharing my story (God’s story through me) brings continual healing not only in my life but in so many others as well. Allowing my flaws to be seen by others and testifying to God’s healing power is one of the most powerful things. Something that was my deepest secret is now something I feel honored to share. “'Cause nothing completes me more than doing what matters most”. This song reminds me of how important my flaws are to God’s work in my life. My testimony. The work that God has done in and through me, is what matters most, not the flawless person I tried to hide behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How are you pleasing the ONE who matters most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE6d-v-39I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lTMMWaQqaL4/s1600/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="76" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE6d-v-39I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lTMMWaQqaL4/s200/Signature_block_Ashley.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-matters-most-ayiesha-woods.html"&gt;What Matters Most&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-9178082244527277008?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/9178082244527277008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=9178082244527277008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/9178082244527277008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/9178082244527277008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/TAE-_JXQjAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qCg5jCjxf_A/s72-c/ballet_dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-663027469247915221</id><published>2010-05-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:50:34.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah McLachlan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna'/><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpKmSBtfl34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpKmSBtfl34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been at that point in life where nothing feels right? Everything is crashing down, your friends are mad at you, you can't do anything right by your parents, your teachers are on your case... and for some reason, you feel like it's your fault. That's what I thought of when I heard this song the first time. I started letting it get to me, and bring me down a little bit. I was thinking to myself "wow, dear friend of mine who put this song on my computer, thanks for giving me some depressing music!!!" This song just stuck with me after that, and I kept mulling it over. I started getting even a little more depressed (which, if you know me, I'm actually a generally pretty chipper person!). I found myself sitting in front of my computer, looking at the lyrics and watching her video of this song on youtube. At that point, I realized the reason for my dark cloud: my heart was breaking. I remembered the times when I've felt like that, when my friends have felt like that, and was just in disbelief that this state of mind was being glorified in song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VoIO-BjzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-BWVJbt9xZA/s1600/depression.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VoIO-BjzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-BWVJbt9xZA/s320/depression.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, you may be wondering why I chose this song in the first place, since it's so dang depressing, right? Well, have no fear, this blog has a happy ending! This song accomplishes very little else but to build us a hopeless feeling inside and confirm it as a right thing. And, you know, the Bible talks about times when the hope in life disappears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Job 8:13 Such is the destiny of all who forget God; so perishes the hope of the godless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But take a look... it says that our hope disappears when we forget God. Seriously, it's true! Think about it: when do you lose sight of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, when did Peter lose sight of God? If you have a Bible, look up the Book of Matthew chapter 14 or Book of Mark chapter 6 (if you don't have a Bible, there are some pretty awesome online Bible websites, I like blueletterbible.org!). Both chapters have the same story of when Jesus is walking on stormy waters, heading towards his disciples. All of them are scared of the storm already, then add to that someone is WALKING ON THE WATER, with HUGE waves all around this person, heading straight for the little boat they're on. Can you imagine just how freaked out these guys are? But Peter somehow just knows it's Jesus. When asked, he gets out of the boat and starts walking on the water towards Jesus! Things are just peachy, until Peter "comes to His senses" and starts looking around. The minute his eyes left Jesus, he started to sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, take this to your life. I'm pretty sure that, if I ever came to your house, you wouldn't be out there in your back yard trying to walk across your pool. :-) Let's make this a little less literal... Everything is crashing down, your friends are mad at you, you can't do anything right by your parents, your teachers are on your case... and for some reason, you feel like it's your fault. That's a storm if ever there was one, right? Now, my question is: do you have hope in all of this? Or, are you like poor Sarah McLachlan, running away from it because you messed up too badly? Have you tried so hard to walk through this storm on your own, only to have it blow up in your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me tell you something, little sis. This is something that's taken me a long time to learn, so I hope, hope, HOPE you can get it now, cause it makes it like waaaaaay easier down the road! Sometimes there are storms you cause for yourself: you don't do your homework, you fight with your parents about chores, you accidentally spread a rumor about your friend. But, sometimes, there are storms that are simply beyond your control, and you just happen to have gotten mixed up in them by accident. Not all of the hard things in your life are caused by something "bad" you did, sometimes these things just come your way. I can also tell you that you'll never make it through unless your eyes are glued to Jesus. Without Him, and having your hope come from Him, you will sink into the whirlpool that is made up of the storms of life. He is the only one who can carry you through life, you really have no power to make it through on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus is coming to you, asking you to do what you think may be impossible, which is to step out in the middle of your storm and put your trust completely into Him. We all know we'll sink without Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy ending to the story, when Peter did take his eyes off Jesus, Jesus was there to pull Peter out of the waves, take him back to the boat, then stop the storm. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He will be there to hold your trust in Him, even if you don't hold up your end. He will never let you go. He'll never say "I told you so".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where's your hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 33:20 "We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 42:5 "Why am I discouraged? Why so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again-- my Savior and King." (btw, this is said three times in this chapter the exact same way, think David was saying something to himself and all of us???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 78:7 "So each generation can set its hope anew on God, remembering his glorious miracles and obeying his commands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 94:19 "When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hebrews 10:23 "Without wavering, let us hold tightly to the hope we say we have, for God can be trusted to keep his promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VjIq0urwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qmGAkZJ_mO4/s1600/Signature_block_Joanna1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VjIq0urwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qmGAkZJ_mO4/s320/Signature_block_Joanna1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/fallen-sarah-mclachlan.html"&gt;Fallen&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-663027469247915221?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/663027469247915221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=663027469247915221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/663027469247915221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/663027469247915221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/05/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S_VoIO-BjzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-BWVJbt9xZA/s72-c/depression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-682151912138820334</id><published>2010-05-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:09:13.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Grant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awaken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><title type='text'>Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xfID-scHVE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xfID-scHVE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession: I watch American Idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will admit that this season has not been my favorite, but I am still watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am inspired by the drive of the contestants to pursue their passion in singing. Despite the criticism and harsh comments they receive from the judges, the contestants sing their hearts out (good or bad) week after week. No matter what happens each week someone gets voted off and the remaining contestants continue to push forward, fighting for their dream—to become a professional music artist with a song on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession 2: I’m not musical. Don’t get me wrong-- I love music, and love to THINK that I have a voice in me. I even love to sing, but I’m not one you will ever see on the American Idol stage. Music isn’t my gift, and it’s not really my passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So what am I passionate about? A lot of things. I’m passionate about my family. My students. I’m passionate about my friends lives. But, mainly in the depths of my heart I’m passionate about life change. I am passionate about people finding their “sweet spot.” About people finding the confidence to be world changers, to do that one thing it is that they LOVE to do. I want to equip, and build people up to do exactly what it is God created their heart to beat for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Going back to American Idol, last week I was watching the infamous “Idol Gives Back” episode. It is a two hour TV slot dedicated to raising money for various non-profit organizations that offer hope to people in need. While I was watching, God reminded me of my “sweet spot,” a passion I currently hold. Yes, while watching American Idol…. I was “re”awakened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For years now I have had this interest to travel to a third world country and teach. To be able to touch lives of people on the other side of the world, truly makes my heart beat with anticipation. Someday, I pray, I will have the opportunity follow that passion. Until then, I pray that God continues to awaken me to those things ONLY HE has placed so delicately on my heart. This, being one of them. These deep-rooted dreams of my heart are the things only HE and I know, unless I share them. Honestly, they are the things that scare me… and excite me at the same time. And truthfully, they could be the reason I was put on this earth for such a time as this. They are the driving factors of the difference I will be able to make…..but that’s ONLY IF I pursue them. I can't let my time here on earth slip away. I can't let myself get so caught up in the day-to-day demand, that I forget to reach for my dreams -- The dreams God set aside for ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What are your passions personal, and God placed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What does your really heart beat for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What excites you and scares you at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What are the dreams you have that only YOU and God know about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S98tS-9xpNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WOvZT7TxVXw/s1600/sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S98tS-9xpNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WOvZT7TxVXw/s200/sleeping.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wake Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recognize them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And if you’ve known them for a long time, start pursuing them with passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God has placed special dreams and purposes on each one of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s up to us what we will pursue in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If we will turn those GOD-GIVEN dreams into reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;….Or if we will suppress them and ignore that they are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Usually, they won’t offer fifteen minutes of fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And yes, most likely they will challenge you to rely on God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I guarantee you that when you follow that dream -that passion, you will find more fulfillment than any actor, singer, or American Idol will ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Personal dreams are one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A life purpose is another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Be awakened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May you live out your hearts deep-rooted dreams and pursue the life He has ordained for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Live for HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Believing in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/awaken-natalie-grant.html"&gt;Awaken&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-682151912138820334?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/682151912138820334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=682151912138820334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/682151912138820334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/682151912138820334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/05/awaken.html' title='Awaken'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S98tS-9xpNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WOvZT7TxVXw/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1902067758760990315</id><published>2010-04-24T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:58:28.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Force 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Replace Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Replace Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDPrj89MhNc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDPrj89MhNc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crush me, tear me, break me, mold me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That does not sound like fun to me! How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But that is just how desperate you and I should be when it comes to wanting a changed life. A life that reflects who we belong to – JESUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shatter me into a million pieces...Make me new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You and I need to have our life broken into a million pieces so we can’t put ourselves back together. God will make us new at this point. New desires for living a life that pleases Him will replace the old way of doing things, saying things, thinking things that lead us down the path away from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You can’t just “play” at being a Christian. Jesus said you had to be willing to give up everything to follow Him – friends, activities, thoughts, words, possessions – anything that will prevent you from being all He wants you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You think you can be a Christian but still hang around with friends who swear, cheat and gossip. You think it’s okay you hang with those who do drugs or alcohol or both as long as you don’t do those same things. Don’t you know you are known by the company you keep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Bible tells us that Jesus is the Light of the world. It also tells us that when we believe in Him we are filled with His light. It goes on to say those who don’t believe live in darkness and that those who live in the Light have nothing in common with those who live in darkness. (John 8:12; John 12:46; 2 Corinthians 6:14-16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is so easy to get caught up with the crowd. You want to blend in. Yeah, maybe you express your individuality but always within the parameters of what is acceptable to the group you identify with. This is what we call “self” or the “sinful nature” or the “flesh”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is where the desperation comes in. You and I are caught in the chains of bondage to our sinful nature. As a Christian, we know we should live differently but we seem to not be able to do those things we know we should do and we continue doing those things we know we shouldn’t do. How do we escape from this bondage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S9NOLvYbeBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/s0t2FW9qPHo/s1600/renewal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S9NOLvYbeBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/s0t2FW9qPHo/s320/renewal.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Through the power of the Holy Spirit! If you have asked Jesus to be your Savior, then you have the Holy Spirit living within you. But, you not only need Jesus to be your Savior, you need Him to be Lord of your life. You have to give Him your life and all that entails – thoughts, actions, speech! You need to give Him your life (sinful nature, self, flesh) and have it replaced with His!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is what this song is about. Getting to the point of desperation where you are willing to let Him take over and live through you. The chains can be broken… You are the only thing standing in your way to a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you ready to say “replace me”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/replace-me-family-force-5.html"&gt;Replace Me&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-1902067758760990315?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1902067758760990315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1902067758760990315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1902067758760990315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1902067758760990315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/04/rplace-me.html' title='Replace Me'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S9NOLvYbeBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/s0t2FW9qPHo/s72-c/renewal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-5110079444404578647</id><published>2010-04-14T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:02:23.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superchick'/><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HBxB8JTICec&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HBxB8JTICec&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do robots dream of electric sheep? WHAT!!?? Heck if I know! I’m not really friends with any robots. Well I have to confess that there are a few lyrics in this song that have me shaking my head, laughing and wondering, “What on earth are they talking about!!??” BUT, it’s a fun song and I love it. So I’m gonna attempt to pull the spititual truth out of those lyrics for ya. = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you are just going through the motions of life? Going with the flow, not wanting to rock the “politically correct” boat? Just trying to fit in with the world around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, if you answered “yes” to any of that then maybe it’s time for you to “make your move.” Now, let me pause hear and clarify that I am in no way suggesting that you go crazy and start acting out in a negative way or causing trouble. And that’s not what this song is saying either. Now that I’ve clarified that . . . moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe you answered “no” to all the above questions. Well lets give these a try: Are you clinging to your sinful nature because you think it’s more fun or satisfying? Are you living just to please yourself, no matter what the cost or compromise? Or, are you living to please the people around you, because you think it will help you climb that popular social ladder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, if you answered “yes” to any of those questions then it’s time for you to “make your move” too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;John 10:10 says, “A thief is only there to steal and kill and destroy. I (Jesus) came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of!” (The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Romans 5:18 says, “One man's sin brought guilt to all people. So also one right act made all people right with God. And all who are right with God will live.” (NIRV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because of Adam’s sin we were all destined to a life of sin and death apart from God. But Christ has made you alive!! He came to give you a bigger and better life than you could ever imagine! So WHY would you choose (and yes, it IS a choice) to remain in the flow of this world, doing and being what IT says you should when there is something SO much better at your fingertips? Why are you letting the things of this world steal and destroy all that God has for you? You are responsible for how you choose to live. God is the author of your life. And He has written you an incredible story. But YOU have to be the one to open the book. You have to turn your back on things of this world, leave behind your sinful nature, and let God’s story take you where it wants to go. And I promise you, just as God does, that it is SO worth it! That is a life worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S8ZJHSFSWAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/amZ6e-NWVpg/s1600/eagle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S8ZJHSFSWAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/amZ6e-NWVpg/s320/eagle.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to leave you with this final thought and my favorite lines from the song. Have you ever flown in your dreams? This song says, “I need to live my dreams, not just in my sleep.” Then a few lines after that it says, “We were born with wings, we were made to fly, we were MEANT to live while we’re still alive.” I love that picture!! Probably because I do fly in some of my dreams and it is an incredible feeling. It makes me feel . . . ALIVE! Now obviously you’re not gonna wake up one morning with literal wings and take flight. But you can wake up, grab ahold of Jesus and soar! Claim the life that God has for you and live!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/184/D186FF6C4FF569445EDE32FB87A2BF8F.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/alive-superchick.html"&gt;Alive&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-5110079444404578647?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5110079444404578647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=5110079444404578647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5110079444404578647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5110079444404578647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/04/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S8ZJHSFSWAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/amZ6e-NWVpg/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-959395489498706511</id><published>2010-04-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:55:40.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Arrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Words (of Satan)'/><title type='text'>In the Words (of Satan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S7n5wsLwhBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-aGjukI1RMY/s1600/satan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S7n5wsLwhBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-aGjukI1RMY/s320/satan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//03_In_the_Words__of_Satan_.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Don't lie to each other. You've gotten rid of the person you used to be and the life you used to live, " Colossians 3:9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue," Psalm 120:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"The man of sin will come with the power of Satan. He will use every kind of power, including miraculous and wonderful signs. But they will be lies." 2 Thessalonians 2:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The puppet master of lies. We are all wrapped up in his earthly sized web of lies. He is ready to destroy us and rip us away from our Christ driven life. Did you ever have someone in school who spread rumors about people. Perhaps you were even victimized by this person’s rampage of lies. What usually ends up happening in these moments? People actually start to believe these lies about you or whomever the rumors are about. It can be so frustrating. And it feels so damaging to our spirit. It's crazy how lies can cause us so much pain. But that is all part of Satan's secret formula, his recipe for disaster. Here is something even crazier. Satan is so good at lying that he can cause us to believe everything that is negative about ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He wants our focus off God. Truth comes from God. God wants us to know the truth about our inner beauty and the love He has for us. "Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, will be with us in truth and love," 2 John 1:3 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please don't be played by the great deceiver. Don't let him win. Don't allow negative rumors to be spread about you through Satan, right to your face. God created you in such awesome detail to speak negative of His creation seems wrong and hurtful towards God. It would be like calling a gorgeous waterfall ugly. It just doesn't make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So my best advice to combat the wicked liar, Satan, would be to arm yourself with the word of God. "Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil," Ephesians 6:11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Learn about how He feels about you. "and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth. To Him who loves us and released us from our sins by His blood," Revelation 1:5. "Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal comfort and a wonderful hope," 2 Thessalonians 2:16 . God knows us and every hairy detail of our life. "And the very hairs on your head are all numbered," Matthew 10:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't let Satan put a wedge between you and God. Stand firm in God’s love. This love will destroy any lie Satan wants to attempt to spread. Pray for this strength. God will provide you with the armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s1600-h/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385885041600287202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s400/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 27px; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-words-of-satan-arrows.html"&gt;In the Words (of Satan)&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-959395489498706511?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/959395489498706511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=959395489498706511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/959395489498706511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/959395489498706511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-words-of-satan.html' title='In the Words (of Satan)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S7n5wsLwhBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-aGjukI1RMY/s72-c/satan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1074813245230839061</id><published>2010-03-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:55:54.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristian Stanfill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ic6Wr1Bp324&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ic6Wr1Bp324&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome newness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a great appreciation for all of the seasons. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Each season truly plays a vital role in making the world the&amp;nbsp;masterpiece&amp;nbsp;God created it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffe6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nature has a remarkable way o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;f paralleling to our lives. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To everything there is a season. &amp;nbsp;Each &amp;nbsp;one brings it's own&amp;nbsp;change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While some might mark the end, they always also bring the hope of an eventual start of something new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Fall, with every leaf that slowly falls to the ground, we know that one will replace it in Spring. So many see Fall as a sad time of the year, when things begin to slow down and fade away. But the truth is, Fall brings promise. &amp;nbsp;Promise of change. &amp;nbsp;Promise of new beginning. &amp;nbsp;Promise that in it's warm colors, everything has it's time. &amp;nbsp;Soon the stillness will come, and new life will eventually blossom.&amp;nbsp;Change is in air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Spring is the promise of life&amp;nbsp;fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The dead of winter and fall wiped clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life renewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Luke 23 we read the story of the&amp;nbsp;crucifixion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The pain, the agony, and the ultimate sacrifice made on our behalf. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christ's Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The ultimate gift given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God's only Son, hanging on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A grim and undeserving end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus Christ, dying for us.... to fulfill a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A promise of new relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A new hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life forever with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Death transforming the world and resulting in new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Luke 24 says :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25984" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They found the stone rolled away from the tomb,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25985" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25986" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25987" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25988" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;while he was still with you in Galilee:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25989" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.' "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25990" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they remembered his words. &amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S605v868m1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/SLVhY-SANWo/s1600/easter2007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S605v868m1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/SLVhY-SANWo/s200/easter2007.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;He's Alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite His death, Jesus overcame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He conquered the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The greatest promise ever fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The beauty of an end, and the promise of the new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christ's death on the cross, His rising in three days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;was for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His death, the ultimate end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;allows for YOU to have a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A life renewed with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life Everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17 says&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28879" size="0.65em" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A new creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;A relationship with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffe6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am made new because of HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are made new- a new creation because of HIS sacrifice for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;His death and resurrection, offers you the gift of life forever in Heaven with God our Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-11210" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;John 3:16-18 (The Message) says: 16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person's failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is our Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Saving us from death, through His own death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Dying for us and living for us, so that we too can choose to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Your love, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Displayed for us&lt;br /&gt;As crimson covered&lt;br /&gt;Over sinless hands&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;For all to see&lt;br /&gt;In raging storms and quiet cloudless days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Savior&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is greater, briliant Creator&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Creator.&amp;nbsp;Savior.&amp;nbsp;Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Welcome Spring. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Welcome promises fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Welcome new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is risen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He is risen indeed, friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With Love Beyond the Song-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;span id="goog_2112539000"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-jesus-kristian-stanfill.html"&gt;Beautiful Jesus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="goog_2112539001"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1074813245230839061?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1074813245230839061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1074813245230839061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1074813245230839061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1074813245230839061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-jesus.html' title='Beautiful Jesus'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S605v868m1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/SLVhY-SANWo/s72-c/easter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1402921266908073300</id><published>2010-03-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:04:00.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Gotta Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194//03_Gotta_Grow.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently I saw a documentary on a unique young woman who just turned 16 in January. What makes her so unique? She has not aged since she was a baby! If you were to see her in person or pictures of her, you would think she was about seven months old. She doesn’t walk or talk… She still needs to wear diapers… She still sits in a car seat, uses a stroller and sleeps in a crib. Definitely not your typical teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It isn’t normal to stay a baby. Each of us grows through our toddler years and into our childhood, teenage and adult years. Our spiritual life should reflect this same progression. But, how many of us stay spiritual babies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S6ZteAQur-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_DjBjxasiVg/s1600-h/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S6ZteAQur-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_DjBjxasiVg/s320/baby.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What about you? Would you describe yourself spiritually as a mature adult or a baby? Or somewhere in between?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know that even though you are a teenager in the physical realm, you can be mature in the spiritual realm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is what this song is talking about. You need to grow! Giving your life to Jesus, making Him your Savior means your sins have been forgiven and you have been saved; but, you are not done. Your new life has just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just as you see changes in babies as they grow, you should see changes in yourself spiritually too. The choices you make on a daily basis should reflect this growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trip Lee talks about how at first he didn’t grow. Catch these lyrics… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“But after that, I was just ya average Sunday Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Up in church wit my bible, back Monday sinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Up in the school yard trying hard to blend in”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In verse 2 he says no one would be able to tell him apart from non-believers – that’s how well he blended in! Take a look at your life, your choices… Would someone who didn’t know you are a Christian be able to tell that you are by your words and actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out verse 3 where he talks about being young is not a reason to stay a spiritual baby…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“But even if you young just getting saved is not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We gotta talk to Him, read who the Lord in the skies is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The reason we breathe is to enjoy and glorify Him”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trip found out that living for himself and what he thought was best for him was actually wasting his life. He was a Christian but he hadn’t accepted the gift of a changed life. He gives God the credit for showing him this truth and for his growth in spiritual maturity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“By His grace I'm growing and have matured from a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so grateful that I've been torn from sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And day by day He's makin me more like Him”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, are you growing? Really think about this as you reflect on the way you live your life on a day to day basis. Do you see signs of growth? Make the chorus to this song your daily prayer and make it personal by substituting the “we” with an “I”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I gotta grow, I can't stay in the same place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I gotta grow, I gotta be seeking His face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I gotta grow, so if I’m saved and I've been pardoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I gotta grow, I ain't done I just getting started”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/gotta-grow-trip-lee.html"&gt;Gotta Grow&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-1402921266908073300?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1402921266908073300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1402921266908073300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1402921266908073300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1402921266908073300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotta-grow.html' title='Gotta Grow'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S6ZteAQur-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_DjBjxasiVg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-912875987459165173</id><published>2010-03-02T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:06:21.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyful Noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flame'/><title type='text'>Joyful Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S42LnkWTvWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sClPuuAtFKo/s1600-h/broken-heart-purse-001-767660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S42LnkWTvWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sClPuuAtFKo/s200/broken-heart-purse-001-767660.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/16_Joyful_Noise.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forgiveness. To forgive or not to forgive. I know we all have had hurtful things that have happened to us. A lot of them seem to be from our younger years. We just can't seem to let go of these defining and sometimes crushing moments. And as we get older the scars and pain are still there. We carry these burdens with us like an ugly old purse that is so ugly, worn and torn but we just can't seem to get rid of it. Either because we just can't let go of it or we figure we can't afford anything better. We fill this "old purse" with every painful rip and tear of our spirit. But our faithful relationship with Jesus allows us to throw away that "old purse" and we get a brand new purse filled with Jesus’ love and freedom. And Jesus paid the price so there is no cost to us. He feels we DO deserve better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me tell you about my ugly "old purse." Although it was filled with a lot of hurts, pains and disappointments. I will share a particularly damaging moment with you. Then I want to share the forgiveness I must give to truly be free and be rid of that "old purse". My mom and I have a had an up and down relationship. I have always loved her but I have to admit I haven't always liked her. From a young age I always felt ignored by her; which of course led to crazy stunts to gain attention. I once tried to break my own arm so that my mom would take care of me and pay attention to me. I even brought that into my marriage. Constantly trying to pick fights with my husband just to get attention, even if it was damaging to our relationship . Because of that pain and ignorance I felt from my mom, that became my identity. "The girl that no one sees," is what I told myself. That was who I thought I was. So, because I never forgave my mom, I held on to that pain; therefore affecting my behavior. As I got older, I would constantly talk about all that my mom did to me. Maybe to put it out there and to justify my actions and maybe to watch the person whom I'm telling the story to feel sorry for me and of course...pay attention to me! Now just writing it helps me realize that it was a lot of work just for my relentless quest for attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently my husband and I have been listening to sermons and talking to friends about the freedom Jesus gives us. And one of those tools to gain full freedom is forgiveness. I needed to forgive my mom. I needed to stop talking about all those painful moments and forgive her. Every time I talked about it and complained about it was just reliving it over and over again; which made it hard to heal my broken heart. I needed to put it in my "old purse" and hand it over to God and be rid of it. I get to trade it in for this perfectly new purse filled with God’s love, forgiveness and freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I understand that when upsetting things have taken place in your life you need to talk about it, you need to find friends who you share the same Godly desires with and share your hurts with them. Seek their advice or even just have them listen to get stuff off your chest. Some things may be so horrific like a rape or a death that you need to seek professional help. That is OK; but, after that has run its course you need get rid of it. Time for your new purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I find it awesome to think about God’s forgiveness towards us. Wow, we have all done some messed up stuff but God forgives us. So, maybe accepting God’s forgiveness towards YOU is your first step. But next, look inside your heart. Is there someone in your past or even sitting right next to you who you need to forgive? When I first started diving into this forgiveness pool I got upset and thought to myself “hey, wait a minute, this person shouldn't get off scot free…well, that's just not fair.” It is not for us to be judge and jury on anyone. God’s got that one taken care of. Thank goodness too. I don't want to stress about it anymore. I want that burden lifted from me so I can be free to love and enjoy this life God has given me. Ephesians 1:7 really helps me understand God’s forgiveness towards me and my sins. "Through the blood of his Son, we are set free from our sins. God forgives our failures because of his overflowing kindness." GOD'S WORD® Translation. Now in Colossians 3:13 I see about forgiving others as well, "Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you." NIV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully you reach that point where letting go and letting God is where you want to be. Pray about it and God will lead you down an amazingly free path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s1600-h/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385885041600287202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s400/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 27px; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/joyful-noise-flame.html"&gt;Joyful Noise&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-912875987459165173?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/912875987459165173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=912875987459165173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/912875987459165173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/912875987459165173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/03/joyful-noise.html' title='Joyful Noise'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S42LnkWTvWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/sClPuuAtFKo/s72-c/broken-heart-purse-001-767660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2410745412206336261</id><published>2010-02-22T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:00:10.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How He Loves Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Crowder Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><title type='text'>How He Loves Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FxaUYjRtkc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FxaUYjRtkc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are valued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are cared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes the storms of life keep us from remembering the reality of everything that surrounds us. &amp;nbsp;We are so focused on what's in front of us - what's happening - that we forget to step back and remember there is so much more. &amp;nbsp;So, so much more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, we forget in the midst of the storm that God is near. &amp;nbsp;That He cares. &amp;nbsp;That despite whatever might be happening, He LOVES us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are times in my own life when things have gotten hairy. &amp;nbsp;When I felt as though nothing was going right. &amp;nbsp;It was like I would take one hit after another. It was hard. It was defeating. &amp;nbsp;It was beyond disappointing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reflecting back, I found that in those trial filled times I closed up. &amp;nbsp;I went into "survival" mode-- meaning I just focused on getting through, solving all of the problems. Protecting myself. &amp;nbsp;My heart became hard to any trust, to any hope because I had to "guard" myself from getting hurt again. I had to guard myself of anything else going wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Guarded and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In those lonely times, I remember thinking about God. Often. I would think about the why's. &amp;nbsp;I wonder about what was He thinking about my situation. &amp;nbsp;What He was doing. &amp;nbsp;Ultimately&amp;nbsp;I find myself crying out to Him -- silence -- WHY? &amp;nbsp;Where are YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In 2008 I&amp;nbsp;journaled&amp;nbsp;about a time when I was in one of those storms. Here is an excerpt from that entry &amp;nbsp;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffe6; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"..........God and I have had many "duking it out sessions" with each other these past couple months. In my mind it has been like a boxing ring. &amp;nbsp;In corner number 1 - Desyrae. And in corner number 2- He who has been....and always will be....GOD. &amp;nbsp;Yep! I approached MANY conversations with God like that and no, they weren't me being gentle and meek. &amp;nbsp;I have been angry and felt hurt by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For a few weeks now those conversations have stopped, and my heart is continually getting stronger, but the question "why?" has continued to&amp;nbsp;haunt me day after day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffe6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;On my walk home tonight, I finally listened. &amp;nbsp;I listened to His answer. &amp;nbsp;In those few quiet evening moments, God gave me a peace. &amp;nbsp;He didn't tell me the "why's" tonight. &amp;nbsp;And I know that I will probably never know. &amp;nbsp;But I listened this evening to hear Him say this, that HE has been hurting with me. &amp;nbsp;That He hasn't only been sitting on His throne, but that He has been on&amp;nbsp;this journey right alongside me. &amp;nbsp;God hasn't been numb to my pain. &amp;nbsp;I have been numb to His presence during my pain. &amp;nbsp;I realized that all of this time, &amp;nbsp;when I have felt so alone. &amp;nbsp;So far from God's hand, He's been right here this whole time. &amp;nbsp; He was there and He is still here. &amp;nbsp;I was numb to Him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight God answered all of my past "boxing session conversations" with this - that He has been the only one who really knows everything I have felt and hurt. &amp;nbsp;The one I thought was farthest away, has been closer then ever this whole time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I learned as a little girl that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He never promised any of us it would be easy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He only promised that He would never leave us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Never."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ultimately, on my walk I was reminded of the simple fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much I close out, guard against, and even overlook.... I am cared for, HE cares for me. &amp;nbsp;I am valued, HE finds me valuable. &amp;nbsp;I am priceless, HE is jealous for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, this Spotlight song has been stuck in my head. &amp;nbsp; It's words bring so much comfort in knowing that the God who has always been, and always will be...loves me. &amp;nbsp;He loves you. &amp;nbsp;It's the comfort in knowing that in the storm, He's there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He love's you more then you will ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S4Kpr1dgN3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/jtSyPTBEsWo/s1600-h/peace03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S4Kpr1dgN3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/jtSyPTBEsWo/s200/peace03.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what you might be going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;In life there are definitely seasons of sunshine and seasons of storms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My hope is that right now you are in the season of the Sun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But...if you're not, my hope for you is that you will find a peace beyond ALL understanding knowing that--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You are valued, HE finds YOU valuable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You are cared for, HE cares for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You are priceless, HE is jealous for YOU. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You are loved, how HE loves you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This week may the words of this song be written on your heart. &amp;nbsp;May you sing them over and over again and that the words never leave you. &amp;nbsp; May you be confident when the next storm comes (and it will) &amp;nbsp;that He will never leave you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He LOVES you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Beyond the Song-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-he-loves-us-david-crowder-band.html"&gt;How He Loves Us&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2410745412206336261?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2410745412206336261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2410745412206336261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2410745412206336261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2410745412206336261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-he-loves-us.html' title='How He Loves Us'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S4Kpr1dgN3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/jtSyPTBEsWo/s72-c/peace03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2263321648390762960</id><published>2010-02-14T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:23:09.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeCrae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Beyond Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F5MaiRa_aU"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F5MaiRa_aU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Over and over again this song repeats the phrase “beyond belief”. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because the life you live as a follower of Jesus is more than just believing in Him. It is action. Believing is just the beginning. The Bible says that even demons believe in Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, what sets you apart? This song is full of truth. It talks about the action beyond the belief. Listen to this… “I give you my thoughts, I give you my song, I give you my days, I give you my nights, I give you my ways, I give you my life”. This isn’t play acting at church on Sunday and then the rest of the week you look and act like everyone else around you. This is the action of giving your life every moment to be lived in such a way Jesus will be proud to call you friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“No, my rights are not my own, No, my life is not my own”. Why? Because “Christ shed blood so that we could be purchased”. Jesus bought you with His life! If you want a pretty accurate picture of what Jesus experienced in the last 24 hours of His life, I would recommend you watch Mel Gibson’s film “The Passion of the Christ”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do they refer to such torture as “the passion” of Christ? Passion is a deep, overwhelming emotion but I believe it goes way beyond emotion – it is talking about commitment. A commitment so strong that Jesus was willing to go through all the physical torture they could throw at Him. A commitment so strong He was willing to be separated from the Father as He cried out “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me!” (Matthew 27:46)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, that commitment was for you and for me. But, first and foremost it was His commitment to His heavenly Father to accomplish the deliverance of you and me from the chains of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S3ihfiaXSYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iRNfadrTUTg/s1600-h/Action.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="86" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S3ihfiaXSYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iRNfadrTUTg/s200/Action.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you willing to move beyond belief? Are you willing to follow the example of Jesus? It takes commitment – it takes action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Think of one thing, one activity, one attitude or whatever it might be that you need to give to Jesus. Go beyond just believing and give it to Jesus. Be different from this moment on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me leave you with these lyrics from this song…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I forsake my ways, forsake my throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christ reigns supreme, Christ reigns the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm nothing without Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I Couldn't live, couldn't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My life is worthless without worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your every thought and every action has the potential to be worship pleasing to God – don’t let lack of commitment trip you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/beyond-belief-lecrae.html"&gt;Beyond Belief&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&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/3164686032264246524-2263321648390762960?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2263321648390762960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2263321648390762960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2263321648390762960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2263321648390762960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/02/beyond-belief.html' title='Beyond Belief'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S3ihfiaXSYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iRNfadrTUTg/s72-c/Action.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-3217365418369811175</id><published>2010-01-31T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:25:09.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyone To Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethany Dillon'/><title type='text'>Everyone To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/02_Everyone_to_Know.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S2ZWRmpIhvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DadGOOb9e9U/s1600-h/girl-talk.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S2ZWRmpIhvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DadGOOb9e9U/s320/girl-talk.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you went to a new restaurant and thought it was incredible, would you tell your friends about it? Absolutely! What if you saw an amazing movie, or read a great book, would you keep it to yourself? Of course not! You would share it with your friends so they could experience it too. And yet, way too often, we keep something of much greater significance to ourselves when we should be sharing it with everyone. Something far more important than a great meal or phenomenal movie. . .our relationship with Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Now obviously, when I say that, I’m speaking directly to those of us that have already accepted Christ into our lives. But even if that’s NOT you, I encourage you to keep reading. I believe that there will still be plenty in this blog that could speak to you as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We as Christians have received the incredible gift of God’s love. We have had the opportunity to see and experience it firsthand. But it can’t end there. It can’t be just about us. We have to be examples of Christ’s love to those around us. We have to give that love away. We have to share it without fear or reservation. We cannot keep it to ourselves because we’re afraid of how people might react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you were broken hearted and in pain and someone came along and poured their love out on you, changed your life, and gave you hope and joy in exchange for your sorrow and tears, would you share that with others? . . . . . . I hope so. We live in a world full of people that are broken hearted and in pain. They need a hero to rescue them, whether they want to admit it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God’s love has the power to heal the hurting, give hope to the broken, give strength to the weak and rescue the lost. It is the only thing that will make us complete. The only thing that can fill the void in our lives that will forever exist without Christ. And if you have accepted Christ into your heart then you carry within you the knowledge of God’s love; a love that is boundless, unconditional and eternal; a love that you are obligated to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let your life be a reflection of God’s love, peace, hope and joy to all of those around you who are weary or discouraged. Carry God’s love out to a world full of empty hearts that are seeking and longing for a Savior. We do and experience so many things in our lives. Some of these things are bad, some are good, and some are extraordinary. Some have little impact on us and others are life changing. And if you’ve accepted and experienced God’s love for yourself, don’t be selfish with it. Go out and tell the world. Let everyone know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children. Live a life filled with love, following the example of Christ. He loved us and offered himself as a sacrifice for us, a pleasing aroma to God. Eph. 5:1-2 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. John 15:12 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/184/D186FF6C4FF569445EDE32FB87A2BF8F.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-to-know-bethany-dillon.html"&gt;Everyone To Know&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-3217365418369811175?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/3217365418369811175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=3217365418369811175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/3217365418369811175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/3217365418369811175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-to-know.html' title='Everyone To Know'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S2ZWRmpIhvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DadGOOb9e9U/s72-c/girl-talk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-6264936855594245796</id><published>2010-01-25T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:27:57.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Without You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Official'/><title type='text'>Nothing Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/09_Nothing_Without_You__ft._Jr__Lecr.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S14mKdNPsfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SLgacqEkrME/s1600-h/walking2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S14mKdNPsfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SLgacqEkrME/s320/walking2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a heard many people compare walking with Christ to the different age groups us humans experience. Like for an example a new Christian, regardless of age, may be considered a baby. Just learning how to walk. Some of us can hit that awkward teenage stage. Which can be a rebellious stance on not wanting to change our old ways. You know those things that seem oh so fun but oh so wrong in God’s eyes. And some of us get to experience the older, wiser, stable woman stage. This woman can stay cool and look right to Christ when things seem to be crumbling all around her. Truly, as women, we should all strive to be that woman. Not that she can’t hit stumbling blocks; but, she knows how to pick up her feet. Or, better yet, she knows how to let God pick up her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, what happens when you're floating through these different stages of your divine walk with Christ and well things start to go bad? Or, even things seem a little dull and you forget what truly matters to you. Old habits can die hard and they can easily creep up on you. You find yourself jumping head first into the pool of your desires. I have always noticed that when drama comes into my life, I go right back to my old ways. I guess it’s just a quick fix for the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the dust settles and you have come back to your senses or perhaps a friend helps by bringing your focus back on Christ. (Who are Gods little messengers to help us get back on track. And what a blessing they are!) At this point, you may find yourself looking back with regret and hopefully reflecting on how to avoid this in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can remember personally just feeling like there is no way I can get back on track. I have done some awful things - God must hate me. The wonderful thing is, God does not hate you. Hey, He does not like the sin, that's for sure. That does not change His love for us. Go ahead and hop right back on track. Right where you left off. Know that that little hiccup was just God refining you as a person to help keep you on track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;According to Dictionary.com ‘refining’ is defined as to bring to a fine or a pure state; free from impurities. And to become more fine, elegant, or polished. Wow seriously that is what God is doing. Refining our mind, body and spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Psalms 66:10 it says: You have tested us, O God. You have refined us in the same way silver is refined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's all God’s process and plan for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The song ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Without You’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, helped me realize that I may stumble but God does not want me to be away from Him. He is waiting for you and me to come back into his warm embrace. The even crazier thing is, it does not matter what we did to distance ourselves from God or how long we were gone. He is always waiting with open arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s1600-h/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385885041600287202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s400/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 27px; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-without-you-dj-official.html"&gt;Nothing Without You&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S14mKdNPsfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SLgacqEkrME/s72-c/walking2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2237871974871789275</id><published>2010-01-15T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:44:15.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City On Our Knees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><title type='text'>City On Our Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMKqpCIlkf4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMKqpCIlkf4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sit here tonight, in the quiet of my house with a heavy heart. &amp;nbsp;After spending my day at school reading twitters regarding Haiti, I came home and turned on my television to hear about the truth of the devastation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So much pain. &amp;nbsp;So much loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So much hope, lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People hurt. &amp;nbsp;Lost. &amp;nbsp;Families torn apart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Truly devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I watched with my husband and my son in my arms thinking how grateful I am to live where I live. &amp;nbsp;To be in buildings that are "safe"... "sturdy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To be in the comfort of our home, untouched from the 7.0 earthquake that happened Tuesday, January 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S1DhUbjvSqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4xlk_cT5J9M/s1600-h/haiti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S1DhUbjvSqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4xlk_cT5J9M/s200/haiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I watched the news coverage. Hearing what seemed to be the same story said over and over. I found myself holding my breath for just a glimmer of hope. Something positive. I got to the point where I just wanted it to be turned off. &amp;nbsp;It was painful to watch. Painful to imagine. Painful to accept so much hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The news reporters were making reference to all of the aide being sent over by the United States. &amp;nbsp;Help. &amp;nbsp;Help was on the way in the form of food, people, medicine. &amp;nbsp;The Red Cross was able to collect a huge amount of donations via twitter and text. &amp;nbsp;Physical and financial help was headed to Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wonderful news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Much needed news. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People coming together to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;News that makes me proud to be a citizen of this country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But in that same moment my heart still ached. &amp;nbsp;Looking at the coverage of these families. Countless many without homes. Missing family members. Or even worse, finding out that a loved one had passed away in the tragedy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hearts broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Money...it doesn't fix the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found myself in the quietness of my head praying for those families whose pictures were being paraded across the television. &amp;nbsp;People who the whole world was looking at the very same moment I was. &amp;nbsp;Being watched while they face their greatest loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 34:18 says "The LORD is close to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Brokenhearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't offer a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't tell those faces I saw that there's still hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That God loves them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalms tell us....That HE's near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So often, when we face loss we feel as though God is anywhere else but near us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We blame HIM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We lose hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No doubt tonight, this is&amp;nbsp;what those precious people are feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There is no better way to&amp;nbsp;love the people of Haiti than giving them the Hope that comes in Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and, I can't be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I can pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You can Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The same God who is here with me, is there with YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And that same God is with the people in Haiti. &amp;nbsp;HE is all they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's offer our hand in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Money will do great things, and will help no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People moving buildings and give medical attention, amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But Christ alone can fix the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HE can heal the brokeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HE can heal the crushed spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May this tragedy spark us&amp;nbsp;to seek hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And for those of us who know the Hope of Christ...may WE offer it to those who need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The people of Haiti are hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But it doesn't stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So many people are looking for hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our world is hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our nation is hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your classmates are hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;f you gotta start somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;why not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you gotta start sometime why not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If we gotta start somewhere I say here&lt;br /&gt;If we gotta start sometime I say now&lt;br /&gt;Through the fog there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hope in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From cathedrals to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hird world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; missions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love will fall to the earth like a crashing wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Bible promises us that there is power in prayer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When all else seems lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With so many around us lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We can pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 18:19-20&amp;nbsp;"Again, I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mark 10:27 &amp;nbsp;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Psalm 46:1-2a&amp;nbsp;"God is our refuge and strength. An ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3e4415; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's impossible, He makes possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight's the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;may YOUR loving arm reach down to the people of Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To hurting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To lost people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To my&amp;nbsp;neighbors&amp;nbsp;next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May YOUR love fall on the world&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;like a crashing wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Use me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Use us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's time to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight's the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond The Song -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/city-on-our-knees-toby-mac.html"&gt;City On Our Knees&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2237871974871789275?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2237871974871789275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2237871974871789275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2237871974871789275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2237871974871789275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-on-our-knees.html' title='City On Our Knees'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S1DhUbjvSqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4xlk_cT5J9M/s72-c/haiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-53631237975698756</id><published>2010-01-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:25:53.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Held'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Grant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Held</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember when you were little and you woke up crying in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare? All you wanted was to be held by your mommy; to feel safe again and to be comforted. Remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, no matter how old you get, that feeling doesn’t go away. When life gets you down, when love seems to go wrong, when you have a fight with your best friend, or a million other things you could name, what is it you want? To be held!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus never said if you follow Him you would never have troubles in your life. He did say He would always be there to hold you and comfort you, to make you feel safe again when life gets overwhelming or just plain ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S0FfiMLI1fI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LS1ou-kL2NI/s1600-h/hugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S0FfiMLI1fI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LS1ou-kL2NI/s200/hugs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you in a spot right now where you just need to be held? There are times in life where being held by a mother, friend or boyfriend helps but you still feel something lacking. Jesus is the only one who is able to truly meet that need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know, you’re wondering how in the world can Someone you can’t see or touch hold you? You and I are spirit beings in a physical body. The spiritual realm is reality. We tend to think along the lines of “if we can’t see it or touch it, it isn’t real”. Would you open your spiritual eyes to “see” that you and I connect not only on the physical level but also on the spiritual level? When you interact with other people (especially with those you love), you not only do it through the five senses but also through a spiritual connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why it hurts within you when you have a fight with someone you are very close to? The pain isn’t a physical pain but you still feel it! In the same way (as you feel the pain of problems in relationships) you can also feel the closeness and love of a relationship even when the other person isn’t around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As a follower of Jesus Christ, you have a spiritual connection with Him. It is the most intimate spiritual connection you can have – way beyond the connection of boyfriend/girlfriend, wife/husband or parent/child. Why? Because you have the Holy Spirit within you! This is a mystery to you and me how this can be but God the Holy Spirit is connected to us, to our spirits! He doesn’t live in our physical heart or even in one particular place within us. He is melded to our spirits – we have become one with Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Open up yourself to this truth. Can you begin to understand the realness of being held by your Lord and Savior? You don’t need to touch or see something physically to feel its effect on you. So it is with Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Run into the arms of Jesus dear one! He’s waiting for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/held-natalie-grant.html"&gt;Held&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-53631237975698756?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/53631237975698756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=53631237975698756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/53631237975698756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/53631237975698756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2010/01/held.html' title='Held'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/S0FfiMLI1fI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LS1ou-kL2NI/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2627448133618267129</id><published>2009-12-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:02:01.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francesca Battistelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Your Life'/><title type='text'>It's Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAd5c3Dc29A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAd5c3Dc29A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s your life…what you gonna do? Life is full of choices. What you choose to do each and every day is an advertisement of who and what you are. What is your life speaking about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SzfZB1k-yRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/uM0pcSmtk7U/s1600-h/chameleon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SzfZB1k-yRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/uM0pcSmtk7U/s320/chameleon.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you giving out mixed signals? Do you advertise your faith in Jesus with your Christian friends but advertise something else entirely when you are with a different set of non-Christian friends? Would your friends at school be surprised you go to church because you advertise with your actions a different reality? Would your church friends be surprised at the way you act when you are not around them? Are you like a chameleon that changes it’s “looks” to blend in with its surroundings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus says in Luke 9:26 “If anyone is ashamed of me and my message, the Son of Man will be ashamed of that person when he returns in his glory and in the glory of the Father and the holy angels.” Think about it…ask yourself this question… “Am I ashamed to show EVERYONE that I follow Jesus”? Only you can answer this question for yourself! Can you be totally honest with yourself? Really look inside yourself and identify the feelings that cause you to act and make those everyday choices. Are you looking for love and acceptance from people or are you looking to Jesus for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The year 2009 is almost gone. You can do nothing about the past. It is gone, never to return. Only the consequences of your choices in the past follow you into tomorrow. Wouldn’t you like the future to be full of consequences from making good choices? The new year is almost here. It can be a time of new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Choose to be true to Jesus no matter what set of friends you are hanging with at the moment. Choose to follow Jesus and make those choices you know He would approve of even if everyone else is doing something different. Choose to stop and think about your actions and words and what they might be advertising to those that are watching you. I won’t lie to you – it isn’t always easy to do this! But, I speak from personal experience, you won’t wake up some day with a lifetime of regrets and wishing you had done things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2010 – a new year just waiting for you to choose. What will it be? New beginnings? Or, will you choose just the same old way of doing life? Will you be pleasing Jesus? Or, will you be trying to win approval from others? Will you choose to be who Jesus wants you to be? Or, will you choose to be what the world you live in says you should be? Will you love Jesus with all that you are (body, mind and heart)? Or, will you love yourself above all things – even God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I pray your life from this moment on will be lived totally and fully only for Jesus – without fear or shame that you follow Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s your life…what you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-your-life-francesca-battistelli.html"&gt;It's Your Life&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2627448133618267129?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2627448133618267129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2627448133618267129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2627448133618267129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2627448133618267129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-your-life.html' title='It&apos;s Your Life'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SzfZB1k-yRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/uM0pcSmtk7U/s72-c/chameleon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-5625982550605041889</id><published>2009-12-21T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:22:25.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Holy Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane and Shane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>O Holy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwHmqCFmrSw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwHmqCFmrSw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A song that has been sung a thousand different times a thousand different ways, and my personal favorite Christmas carol, O Holy Night depicts the night many nights ago when our savior Jesus Christ was born. Can you even imagine what must have been going on in Joseph and Mary’s head’s? Mary, a young girl of about 15 years old, is about to deliver her first baby, a baby that was conceived within her by the Holy Spirit none the less. That’s no ordinary bun in the oven! Joseph on the other hand is probably freaking out of his mind because his girlfriend has spontaneously become pregnant when she says she is a virgin. Kind of fishy right? From the outside it sounds like a bunch of bad news all the way around. Who would have guessed that this would end up being the best news anyone could have received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t forget those three kings of Orient are bearing gifts and travelling so far. After following that star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright, how on earth do you decide what to bring the son of God in the flesh? Honestly now, what do you give the one person who already has everything he could ever want? That’s a really tough question. As if Christmas shopping couldn’t get any harder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God has already given us so much. He’s given us life and all that goes along with it in hopes that we would all have a personal relationship with him. Some have refused him, some have acknowledged him, some worship him ceaselessly, and some don’t even know he exists. If He wanted, God could have made us all an army of God worshiping clones, stopping at nothing until he was fully satisfied. He didn’t. He made every single person on this earth very unique. He wanted us all to learn who God is at our own pace and circumstance. Not everyone becomes a believer at the same time, and not everyone has the same walk with God. Like I said, we are all different, and you know why? God has given us something that truly defines how great a God he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Free choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He loves His children so much that he wants us to decide on our own to return the love He has shown us. A big brother little sister scenario comes to mind. The big brother sees a toy that little sister is playing with. Brother takes the toy and makes sister cry. Mom interferes and tells brother he has to apologize to little sister. He reluctantly mutters, “I’m sorry I took your toy,” but were his words sincere? No, because he was given an order. That’s why God gave us the power of free will. No one likes a faker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sy-QjT3w24I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tsOcPxRg304/s1600-h/O+Holy+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sy-QjT3w24I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tsOcPxRg304/s200/O+Holy+Night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take some time this Christmas season and evaluate where you are with the Lord. Have you given him a second thought? As you hear the story of his birth, think about what you can give the God who has everything. Maybe it’s a few minutes of your time and just talk to Him one on one. Maybe there is heaviness in your heart that you want to confess. Whatever it is, make it personal, make it sincere. Think of God’s face when he gets to open what you bring to his feet, not all wrapped up in paper, bows, and string, but wrapped up in love and sincerity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-holy-night-shane-and-shane.html"&gt;O Holy Night&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-5625982550605041889?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5625982550605041889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=5625982550605041889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5625982550605041889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5625982550605041889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-holy-night.html' title='O Holy Night'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sy-QjT3w24I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tsOcPxRg304/s72-c/O+Holy+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-6102061016230123038</id><published>2009-12-14T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:09:57.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Must Be Something More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Christmas Must Be Something More</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/Christmas_Must_Be_Something_More.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SycWn4dd9MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Pdz4LZott3c/s1600-h/nativity.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SycWn4dd9MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Pdz4LZott3c/s320/nativity.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So what is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say December 25th? I would assume, for most of you the answer would be Christmas. Now, what if I asked you what comes to your mind when you think of Christmas? I want you to seriously take a minute a think about it. Even better, grab a piece of paper and start writing down a list of everything that comes to your mind . . . seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, what was on your list? Christmas trees, presents, Santa Claus, ornaments, mistletoe, wreaths, Frosty the Snowman, and reindeer? Stockings, candy canes, eggnog, gingerbread houses, lights, tinsel, fudge, nutcrackers, and the Grinch?? These are all wonderful, exciting things that come with the Christmas season. But now for my next question (yep, I’m full of them.) How many things did you think of before the thought of Jesus Christ crossed your mind? Or did you think of him right away. Does your list look like the one above and stop there? Or did it include things like the birth of Christ, Mary and Joseph, a manger, and the wise men? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song is not about a question searching for an answer. It’s a statement. Christmas MUST BE something more. The trees, the gifts, the candy canes, all of it . . . they mean nothing without Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It truly amazes me how politically incorrect Christmas has become. People want to put up their “holiday” trees, sing “holiday” songs, and go “holiday” shopping. I just want to scream at these people, “are you kidding me!!?? It’s a Christmas tree for crying out loud!!” Nobody wants to give up all the “stuff” of Christmas. They just want to get rid of the reason we celebrate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine something with me for a minute. Your birthday is coming up. Everyone you know has the day marked off on their calendars. They’re excited and can’t wait to celebrate. They’re buying gifts, putting up decorations and counting down the days. And then finally the big day arrives. The stores shut down and the schools close, all for YOUR birthday!! You’re feeling incredible!! You are little Miss Popularity!! People must genuinely love you to go to all of this trouble just to celebrate you. . . . But then you realize. You didn’t get a single invitation. In fact, nobody really wants you around. Some people are even going out of their way to get rid of you all together. I assume you know where I’m going with this. What good is celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ (and that is exactly what Christmas is) if you’re gonna leave Him out? God sent His Son to save the world, and that is what we should be celebrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas is by far my favorite time of year. I love everything about it, everything that’s on that list above and so much more.  But sometimes I have to remind not just my kids why we celebrate Christmas but myself too. It is so easy to get swept up in the things of Christmas and ignore the Birthday Boy. But try not to. On Christmas morning, as you tear into presents, remember why the day is so special. And everytime someone wishes you, “Happy Holidays,” just smile at them and then boldly wish them a “Merry Christmas!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving You . . . and Merry CHRISTmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/184/D186FF6C4FF569445EDE32FB87A2BF8F.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/christmas-must-be-something-more-taylor.html"&gt;Christmas Must Be Something More&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-6102061016230123038?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6102061016230123038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=6102061016230123038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6102061016230123038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/6102061016230123038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-must-be-something-more.html' title='Christmas Must Be Something More'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SycWn4dd9MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Pdz4LZott3c/s72-c/nativity.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-4081100422243946907</id><published>2009-12-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:18:03.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Crowder Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadows'/><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/Shadows.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is full of light and shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh the joy and oh the sorrow, oh the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And yet will He bring day from night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And yet will He bring dark to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When shadows fall on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We will not fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When darkness falls on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We will not fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When all seems lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we’re thrown and we’re tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We’ll remember the cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We’re resting in the shadow of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxyBSlPVaDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2DaOo7GsqzI/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxyBSlPVaDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2DaOo7GsqzI/s200/sunrise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These are the lyrics for my song of choice. I just had to write them down because they are so powerful to me. The song is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by David Crowder Band. I try to listen to Christian music as much as possible. But occasionally I will listen to secular (non-christian) music. As I was flipping through the stations the other day, I came across a song that had a hot beat. So I decided to listen to it. Within a few seconds the lyrics began to really get inside my head. The song is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Gucci Mane. I know you might be saying to yourself “well I don't have his music on my ipod”. Some may say "oh I love that song." Here are some of the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rock star lifestyle might don't make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Livin life high everyday click wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sippin on purple stuff rollin up stanky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wake up in the morning 10 clock drankin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Party party party lets all get wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shake it fa me baby girl do it @#%% naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so wasted she so wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell the bartender send me 20 more cases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now read the lyrics for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk about night and day. Some may not even realize how much songs can affect their mood, prayer life and attitude towards others. But music can sway our moods. The thing is God wants... well he wants us. All of us. Can you honestly focus on God while listening to the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Or even half the songs on everyday radio stations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I'm not saying to completely throw out all music that isn't Christian. But be careful and aware when the radio is on. You could be at friend’s house just hanging out listening to music and having fun. At some point a song could come on that has you not feeling right. Now, I'm not telling you to jump up and storm out of there and ditch your friend. There are many different ways to handle the situation. If you are really uncomfortable listening to this music, you could stand and be bold, explain you would rather listen to something else. If someone asks why, tell them about Jesus. Hey you never know, God provides opportunities to share Him in the craziest of ways. You could say nothing but pray to God for strength to look beyond the song and focus on Him. It is all up to you. Courage comes in many different forms. A loud protest of God’s faithful courage living within you or just a sweet whisper of God’s love, both can show all where you stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ask God for guidance. If you truly listen to him He will lead you down His path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 1:5 "let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalms 119: 35 "Make me walk along the path of your commands, for that is where my happiness is found"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just some scriptures to think about on your journey. Take care and God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s1600-h/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385885041600287202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s400/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 27px; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadows-david-crowder-band.html"&gt;Shadows&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-4081100422243946907?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4081100422243946907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=4081100422243946907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4081100422243946907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/4081100422243946907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/12/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxyBSlPVaDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2DaOo7GsqzI/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-7424405640499924932</id><published>2009-11-29T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:47:20.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britt Nicole'/><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0y1DBhDDTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0y1DBhDDTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to be grateful for and so much to focus on in the year to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Friday, done. &amp;nbsp;Confession time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a crazy early bird shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say? I'm a girl who shops for bargains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to get to be the first writer to "spotlight" on a Christmas Song.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I truly love and embrace this time of year. &amp;nbsp;The lights. &amp;nbsp;The shopping. The food. &amp;nbsp;Santa. The cheer in children's eyes. &amp;nbsp;Beautifully decorated Christmas Trees. &amp;nbsp;Fireplaces burning. &amp;nbsp;Snow (not in Sacramento mind you.) &amp;nbsp;A "no water Chai with whip." The Grinch, Rudolph, and all of the sappy Christmas love story movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes ... lastly, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without the music. There's something about Christmas music. I'm not sure if it's the fact that most of the songs we listen to today at Christmastime were the same songs we listened to as little ones? &amp;nbsp; Or how they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? But in my opinion there's always been a magic about the Christmas season, and the carols of Christmas definitely play a big part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this post isn't about a carol, or even a traditional Christmas chorus. &amp;nbsp;This song is one you know, but maybe this Christmas you will see it in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In opening this spotlight I made a list of the reasons I love this time of year. &amp;nbsp;These are the things that make Christmas so different than any other holiday. &amp;nbsp;However, for me, these things I love are also the things that cause me to lose my focus on the true meaning. &amp;nbsp;My heart gets so wrapped up in finding the right gifts, decorating the house, staying busy at holiday parties with family and friends--all GREAT things, but these things also take away from the focus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I end up giving so much of myself , my "heart" to other things. &amp;nbsp;In the end the season can pass by so quickly, leaving me&amp;nbsp;disappointed. &amp;nbsp; Christmas passes and it feels like something is missing, as though I forgot something. &amp;nbsp;In the busyness sometimes the most important detail can be overlooked or even got lost. And I am left to wonder where is my heart this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time to celebrate the gift of Christ. Over 2,000 years ago Christ was born. &amp;nbsp;His birth and eventual death fulfilled a promise. &amp;nbsp;A promise that IF WE give HIM our hearts, we will live forever with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;John 3:16 &amp;nbsp;"For God SO loved the world, that HE gave HIS one and only son. &amp;nbsp;That whosoever believes in him will not perish but have everlasting life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you celebrating THAT this Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;This Holiday season, what are you focused on?&lt;br /&gt;What or who are you giving your heart to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you given it to Christ?&lt;br /&gt;The TRUE meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season, there are a lot of things to enjoy and to cherish, but don't give them your heart. That was last Christmas. This year don't get so wrapped up in the festivities you forget to really give God the one gift He wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxMg_9KbEqI/AAAAAAAAATk/6MfGg-CHqps/s1600/heart02.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxMg_9KbEqI/AAAAAAAAATk/6MfGg-CHqps/s320/heart02.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You. &amp;nbsp;Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;He sent His only son on the very first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; gift, just for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save you from tears...&lt;br /&gt;will you protect your heart from the hustle and bustle, and give it only to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you the warmest Christmas Wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond the song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-christmas-britt-nicole.html"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-7424405640499924932?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7424405640499924932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=7424405640499924932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7424405640499924932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7424405640499924932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SxMg_9KbEqI/AAAAAAAAATk/6MfGg-CHqps/s72-c/heart02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1495489920718902407</id><published>2009-11-18T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:47:52.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kutless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Do Not Belong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tammi'/><title type='text'>I Do Not Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2C-h9ji_hU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2C-h9ji_hU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was a pre-teen. I can't remember how old. I just remember my group of girlfriends was midway in one of their dramatic tirades, this one mad at that one for some ridiculous reason. My mom found me sitting at the piano, pondering the annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Why do people act like this?" I asked her, "I just feel different, like I don't think like anyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"That's funny," she said, " I always felt that way too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's reality. Each of us was created as a unique individual. We are created for a relationship with our Creator. Being unique, sometimes, means we feel alone. Some more than others. But if you look at the world around us, you see it's true. Girls throw themselves away for the attention of a guy. Guys lose their identity in the pursuit of money, fame, or respect. Hollywood - where people are suppose to be the wealthiest, happiest, most successful of all- is full of broken relationships, plastic facade, overdoses and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; belong... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;. This world, our lives - were never meant to be about US. It's universal and historical, whenever people or society turn their focus from God to themselves and their pleasure, they start to, basically, go insane. Example: hundreds of people groups in the Old Testament who so desperately wanted their way, that they sacrificed their infant children in flames to some lifeless idol. We're doing it in America too, except some sacrifice their children or themselves to ideas or images of success. Instead of actually dying, we become... soulless and without purpose. We aren't made for this world - and when we try to fit in here, if we give our lives to pursue that, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; can lose our souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 16:26&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwmixYrdsvI/AAAAAAAAATc/m4IrS2tRwmM/s1600/God_sized_hole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwmixYrdsvI/AAAAAAAAATc/m4IrS2tRwmM/s200/God_sized_hole.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; belong... with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. I love the line in this song when he says "you have the rest of me." You've heard it called the God-shaped hole. Everyone has it. It is us feeling disconnected from our Maker because of sin. But when we have Jesus, when we are free of sin, we can be in the presence of our Creator and be whole. We are whole in HIM, not because we have a positive mental attitude or a strong self-esteem. We are whole because of who HE says we are. On our own, we'll always be missing out. Because only the designer fully understands the extent his creation can reach. We cannot know ourselves as well as Him who made us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;This world is not my home. I'm a stranger in this land. But I am not alone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; alone. There are tons of people just like you, unique, in their created way, who long for that connection. Some of them don't even realize they're hungry for God. You can use your understanding of "not belonging" to reach out to them, and point them toward Christ. The only way back to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know, in the grand scheme of things, if this awkwardness we sometimes feel comes because we are, for a time, missing the piece of our puzzle that is God, then not belonging is... well, pretty cool in my opinion ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Singing over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/197/BD44FB0E609A5C411D9D01A060A758D4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-not-belong-kutless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I Do Not Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1495489920718902407?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1495489920718902407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1495489920718902407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1495489920718902407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1495489920718902407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-not-belong.html' title='I Do Not Belong'/><author><name>Sisters in Truth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443253408773303577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwmixYrdsvI/AAAAAAAAATc/m4IrS2tRwmM/s72-c/God_sized_hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2322819569810583950</id><published>2009-11-15T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:05:47.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nichole Nordeman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally Free'/><title type='text'>Finally Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMyi6HfYvEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMyi6HfYvEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ever feel like your life is a prison? There seems to be no escape from the daily circumstances. Or maybe you can’t break away from the so called “friends” you have chosen. Maybe there are things you do to yourself and you can’t seem to control your own actions. No matter how hard you try to break free, the chains still weigh you down and you still see your life through “prison bars”! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know Jesus died for you to set you free? Did you know He came back to life so you could have new life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No matter what you have done… No matter what has been done to you… No matter how far you have travelled down the wrong road… No matter what choices you have made… Jesus can set you free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwCTtOxOzdI/AAAAAAAAATU/LwGIfXxXYzQ/s1600/OpenJailDoor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwCTtOxOzdI/AAAAAAAAATU/LwGIfXxXYzQ/s200/OpenJailDoor.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you see that? I said &lt;strong&gt;JESUS IS ABLE TO SET YOU FREE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You might be thinking “how do you know Jesus can set me free from ________?” Because I KNOW what Jesus has done for me. Because I have SEEN what Jesus has done for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alchohol. Drugs. Sex. Self-mutilation. There are many choices you make which put you behind those “prison bars”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sexual/physical/emotional abuse. Rape. You name it. There are those things others choose to do to you where the “prison doors” clang shut with a grating and horrifying bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it’s nothing so bad as those things mentioned above. The truth is – it doesn’t matter what your prison is. Jesus will set you free. This is what Jesus says in John 8:36 “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” That is His promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, you have to do something first. You have to walk toward Jesus. You have to give Him your heart – all of it. Freedom only comes when you give yourself completely to Him (totally and without holding anything back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know for many years I thought I could live any way I wanted to and still be a Christian. The more I lived for myself, the more miserable I became. The more I tried to do things my way, the more my life was messed up. Trying to “fix” my relationships only led to pain. Can you relate to what I’m saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Only when I finally said to Jesus… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“I can’t do this on my own anymore. My life is a mess… I’m a mess… I don’t want to do it my way anymore – I want to do it your way. Take me – all that I am and all that I have, all that I ever will be or have – I give myself to you. No turning back… No looking back… Yesterday is dead and gone. I am a new person living and breathing through your power Jesus. Take away any and all longings or cravings for my old way of living. Set me free from my old way of thinking and acting. I am yours from this moment forward!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;…did my life start to change. Like this song says, I was Finally Free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you ready to be free? Don’t walk, RUN to Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-free-nichole-nordeman.html"&gt;Finally Free&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ling to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2322819569810583950?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2322819569810583950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2322819569810583950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2322819569810583950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2322819569810583950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-free.html' title='Finally Free'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SwCTtOxOzdI/AAAAAAAAATU/LwGIfXxXYzQ/s72-c/OpenJailDoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-1117490946339964528</id><published>2009-11-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:16:55.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZOEgirl'/><title type='text'>Dead Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bC-tCCNV0Y0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bC-tCCNV0Y0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be different! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I was in high school I didn’t want to be different – I wanted to blend in. I wanted to be just like everyone else. I mean, I had my own personality but too many times I acted against who I really was so I would be accepted. You know what I’m talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SvWy9h9EF_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/iwUnCkN0ki8/s1600-h/walktoremember.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SvWy9h9EF_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/iwUnCkN0ki8/s200/walktoremember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of the movie A Walk to Remember… If you have never watched this movie, I would really recommend it – great movie. The main character is a young woman in high school who is a Christian and the daughter of a minister. The leading male character is one of the “coolest” guys on campus and a resident “bad boy”. Through a set of circumstances they are thrown into each other’s lives. I don’t want to ruin the story for you (LOL!) but I want to leave you with a question. Who do you think has the greatest impact on the other person? Does the young woman who is a Christian have more of an impact on the young man who is the resident “bad boy”? Or, is it the other way around? Go check it out :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with trying to blend in or fit in or be accepted is you end up compromising some very important values along the way. Jesus didn’t call you to be His disciple so you could go on your merry way doing what everyone else in the world is doing – living contrary to His best plans for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said in Matthew 5:15-16 “Here's another way to put it: You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven.” (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is saying not to hide your faith in Him but to bring it out into the open for all to see. Why is that do you think? When you dare to be different and stand strong in your faith, you are Jesus’ representative. There may be someone who sees the difference in you and will want what they see in you – Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out at the top of this blog saying “dare to be different” and I repeat it here. Dare to be different! Stand out in the crowd but for the right reasons. Don’t be afraid to be who Jesus wants you to be. He was “dead serious” about His love for you when He went to the cross and died for you. What kind of love do you show for Him? Is it the “dead serious” kind of love? Is it the kind of love which says “I don’t care what others think or if they laugh at me because I belong to Jesus”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered beatings and His back being cut to shreds down to the bone for you! He sacrificed Himself for you by giving His life… What are you giving Him in return? Just the part of you that goes to church on Sunday? Or, is it the everyday, getting up and going to school and hanging with friends, part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you dare to be different for Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85738/dfrede/3717cebbb2291a8e32fde9fff621c211.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; left: 20px; position: relative; top: -10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-serious-zoegirl.html"&gt;Dead Serious&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt; Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-1117490946339964528?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1117490946339964528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=1117490946339964528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1117490946339964528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/1117490946339964528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-serious.html' title='Dead Serious'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SvWy9h9EF_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/iwUnCkN0ki8/s72-c/walktoremember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-2337718956589018484</id><published>2009-10-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:01:25.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nevertheless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aumJPzeRrSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aumJPzeRrSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get overwhelmed with life? How many times a day do you get frustrated with school or work and think that it’s all way too much to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work as a teacher’s assistant in a preschool classroom. If you have ever spent time with a 4 year old, you know they can be a handful to manage sometimes. Imagine a classroom filled with 20 of them! The noise is often above a tolerant level, messes are unavoidable, pages get ripped out of books, tears fall down chubby cheeks because someone’s little fingers got stepped on, and food gets thrown across the room. At the end of the day, I often find myself prepared to bolt out the door as fast as I can to get away from the frustration from the day. Sometimes I want to rip my hair out because it seems too much to handle, I need help, I’m overwhelmed with stress, time has stood still and it seems like the day will never end. I need to get away, relax, unwind, search for solitude, rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, this is life all the time with no breaks; they can’t leave the classroom at the end of the day. You may not have to look after a herd of little children but other responsibilities, or pressures, may build up in your life that seem out of your ability to handle. Maybe someone close to you passed away, an unthinkable crime has been committed, or your little brother is just getting on your last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small to large stresses and burdens come in all sizes, but the good thing about them is that God wants to take them all from you. When was the last time you talked to Him? He wants to hear about your bad days and your good days, the times when you wish the day would never end, even the bad hair days. He’s always waiting to hear from you, anticipating the tears that just might fall. Just like that close friend, confidante, that always listens because they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s waiting for that load, that heavy load that you cannot bear anymore; He’s waiting with His glove ready to catch your fastball. Maybe you made a bad decision the other day that you feel badly about. Maybe that math test got the better of you and you took a peak over at your neighbor’s test. Their answer looked better than a blank answer on your paper right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a regular basis I will catch one of my students doing something they know is wrong. I get down at their eye level and ask them if they did the accused crime. You can see the shame and pain in their eyes; it almost burns their big eyes to meet mine. They don’t want to fess up to what they know I saw them doing. We all just need to let go of what we are holding onto. Like the song says, “Hey I know you’re scared to look in my eyes, when you know that something’s wrong I’ll wait as long as it takes, for you to find grace, it’s been here all along.” God sent His one and only son, Jesus, to earth. Jesus died to save all of us from our wrong doings, the smallest of sins, right down to the last negative attitude. The miracle of grace is that we have already been forgiven of every last sin, even the ones we will make tomorrow. Let your Heavenly Father take them from you. Let the wave of His love crash over you and clean you from your hurts, pain, and bad choices. Even when we feel distant from Him, he’s always ready to pick up the conversation right where you left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuylBUufjCI/AAAAAAAAASI/veGgveYAzP4/s1600-h/yellowstone_rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871495472548898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuylBUufjCI/AAAAAAAAASI/veGgveYAzP4/s200/yellowstone_rest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey where have you been”? Just like a friend who has not seen or heard from you in a long time. It’s a simple question, but the answer may not always be as easy, a little more complex. It may hold a lot of pain and hurt. If you take the time to look back and relive the snapshots of your past, what will your response be? Come now just let it go, let it fall down…come to Him as you are dirty and broken…Let the water wash over your soul till there’s nothing left.. Won’t you come to Him and rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/rest-nevertheless.html"&gt;Rest &lt;/a&gt;lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight &lt;/a&gt;Songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-2337718956589018484?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2337718956589018484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=2337718956589018484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2337718956589018484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/2337718956589018484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuylBUufjCI/AAAAAAAAASI/veGgveYAzP4/s72-c/yellowstone_rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-173161233713804314</id><published>2009-10-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:46:13.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crawl (Carry Me Through)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superchick'/><title type='text'>Crawl (Carry Me Through)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/10_Crawl__Carry_Me_Through_.mp3" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in high school. I hung up the phone and started to cry. My boyfriend and I had just broke up and I was broken hearted. Now, years later, the boy doesn’t matter, the break-up doesn’t matter. What matters is that on that night, as I lay in my bed crying myself to sleep, my daddy was sitting there with me. He knew that this wasn’t the end of the world and he knew that I would get through it. But what he also knew was that right then, in that time and place in my life, I needed him to hold me. And he did. He held me, he hurt for me, and he stayed with me until I found sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuN_qH_ypeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/q2V2QD2_-4U/s1600-h/Girl_crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuODdSODLmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xbl9Fl71c2k/s1600-h/father-comforts-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396301317650198114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuODdSODLmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xbl9Fl71c2k/s200/father-comforts-daughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a common misconception that once we accept Christ, our life should be peachy-keen and trouble free. Well, if that’s you then I hate to burst your bubble but NO WHERE in scripture does God promise us an easy or trouble free life. (In fact, the opposite is actually true.) But what God does promise is that He will go and be with us in the hard times. That He will comfort us, strengthen us and carry us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all experience hard times in our lives (not we might, we WILL.) We will feel alone, lost, and scared. We will question God. We will wonder why. We will wonder if God even sees what we are going through. And the answer to that last question is YES! Psalm 56:8 says, “You've kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights, each tear entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book.” (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows and sees it all. Our hurts, our scars, our secrets. He makes it His business to know our pain. You might get to the point where you feel like you can’t take it anymore. But just like the song says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I bend but don’t break.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I get through.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you come to that place where you feel like you’re gonna break, that’s when you have to remember that you have God. And with Him you can get through ANYTHING! No matter how hurt or lost you feel, God will find you. He knows right where you are. When you are at the end of yourself, God doesn’t leave you there alone. He will find you! He will be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take God at his word. He WILL prove faithful. He will crawl with you, and when necessary, He will carry you through. God doesn’t promise a trouble free life. But when you invite him to come into yours, you have someone that will always sit with you, and hold you as you cry yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/184/D186FF6C4FF569445EDE32FB87A2BF8F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/crawl-carry-me-through.html"&gt;Crawl (Carry Me Through)&lt;/a&gt; lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight &lt;/a&gt;Songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-173161233713804314?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/173161233713804314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=173161233713804314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/173161233713804314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/173161233713804314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/crawl-carry-me-through.html' title='Crawl (Carry Me Through)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SuODdSODLmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xbl9Fl71c2k/s72-c/father-comforts-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-7108403761825934603</id><published>2009-10-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:18:51.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mainstay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/06%20Believe.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/StnY_9X0vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VbHdwhzj45c/s1600-h/music_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393580622070726162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/StnY_9X0vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VbHdwhzj45c/s200/music_heart.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When all around me starts to fall,&lt;br /&gt;And when my faith it seems so small,&lt;br /&gt;Even in my darkest hour I will believe,&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sun begins to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm all alone I will believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from my song of choice. The band is Mainstay. I first heard this song at a Jeremy Camp concert. Mainstay was opening for him. When I heard this song. I just sat there in silence and began replaying the song over and over again. As time went on it became my "prayer song". A lot of times I just really have no clue what to say to God or even what to pray for. Even though I know God knows my aches, pains and desires, I still feel I want to say something to Him. So a song like Believe really allows me to close my eyes and just sing to God. It can be a quiet and private moment. Or you can pretend like you are trying out for American Idol and instead of mean Simon starring at you, you can picture Jesus. Its your thing its your moment to allow the words you really want to say to flow out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is so powerful! You can say so much through a song. Many people dedicate songs to one another. Without saying a word to that person the song can poetically describe how you may be feeling. You can apply that same theory to say what you want to say to God. If you listen to Christian radio next time you hear a song that really recites how you feel about Jesus, send a shout out and sing that song to Him. Treat it like a prayer. Allow your heart to sing sweet melodies to God. With all the other music out there drowning our hearts in negativity. What a blessing it is to have such great Christian music to inspire you to live your life right and to help light all your darkest hours with Gods presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is the instrument of the soul that God has given us to use to Glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord" Ephesians 5:19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[A song; a psalm by David.] My heart is confident, O God. I want to sing and make music even with my soul" Psalm 108:1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few scriptures to remind you that the Bible expresses love for God through music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s1600-h/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385885041600287202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6B6OGs0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/L2et6cPiPJk/s400/Signature_block_Stephi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 27px; width: 111px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe-mainstay.html"&gt;Believe &lt;/a&gt;lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight &lt;/a&gt;Songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-7108403761825934603?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7108403761825934603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=7108403761825934603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7108403761825934603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7108403761825934603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424040133519699023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sq2qGqmCEwI/AAAAAAAAALo/e3sIeauk9VY/S220/picture_Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/StnY_9X0vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VbHdwhzj45c/s72-c/music_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-5552207427152517369</id><published>2009-10-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:41:27.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desyrae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk On The Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britt Nicole'/><title type='text'>Walk On The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdTvOGIKRuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdTvOGIKRuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;I've been really challenged in my prayer life to prayerfully be seeking what's next? Not that I am necessarily expecting anything. But as a person who doesn't exactly embrace change, God's really been putting on my heart to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; that....no pun intended. To really be open to whatever He has for me. This is a hard thing. As I reflect on the many places God has taken me and the challenge it was for HIM to get me there, I realize looking back HE has nothing but the best in store for me. Growing up my dad always told me "Des, if you are comfortable-- you aren't being challenged." Now, I can officially say that I am not comfortable, God is challenging me with new things everyday. Some "things" that bring about changes that can be hard to accept, and some that are easy. However, even though I don't consider myself in a comfortable place right now, I always want to be seeking God for what HE wants from me next. So that I don't be become comfortable or complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;James 1:2-3 &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" id="en-NLT-30228" class="versenum"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Dear (brothers) and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" id="en-NLT-30229" class="versenum"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Charis SIL';" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have been challenged to pray this for my own life, this song in particular has found a fond place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only about a month ago that I was introduced to Britt Nicole (not personally) and her amazing voice. I love her words, and the chord she strikes as she sings about the love of our Father, and journey of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In listening to this song I was inspired. Remembering the "greats" in the Bible, who really were just average people, living life. Challenged by their own insecurities, but overcome with deep desire to do whatever God wanted of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song in particular refers to the story of Peter from the book of Matthew chapter 14. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" id="en-NLT-23595" class="versenum"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22 Immediately after this &lt;em&gt;(feeding the 5,000),&lt;/em&gt; Jesus insisted that his disciples get back into the boat and cross to the other side of the lake, while he sent the people home. 23 After sending them home, he went up into the hills by himself to pray. Night fell while he was there alone.&lt;br /&gt;24 Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves. 25 About three o’clock in the morning[&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2014&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-23598b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;] Jesus came toward them, walking on the water. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the water, they were terrified. In their fear, they cried out, “It’s a ghost!”&lt;br /&gt;27 But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage. I am here![&lt;a title="See footnote c" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2014&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-23600c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]”&lt;br /&gt;28 Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you, walking on the water.”&lt;br /&gt;29 “Yes, come,” Jesus said.&lt;br /&gt;So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the strong[&lt;a title="See footnote d" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2014&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-23603d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;] wind and the waves, he was terrified and began to sink. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;31 Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him. “You have so little faith,” Jesus said. “Why did you doubt me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans struggle with trust. It is so hard trust other people, to trust love, to trust any sort of kindness, and it is even hard for us at times to trust God. Like Peter, we know God is good. That He is capable of protecting us. But in an instant, we forget. We loose sight of Him. We loose sight of the goodness he has in store for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we would only move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take that next step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; See what's out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has a calling on each of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey He's waiting for YOU to accept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had to pick up stones...to defeat Goliath. (1 Samuel 17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther had to face the King...in order to save her people. (The book of Esther)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter had to step out of the boat...to walk on Water with Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses, Jonah, Noah, John the Baptist, Paul....the list goes on and on...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step in faith is huge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monumental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is calling you to something beyond your greatest dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something He has designed ONLY for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to challenge you to embrace the unknown of change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait, don't miss out on what you were made for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were created for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek what's next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't let you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238);font-family:Georgia;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391427525258960626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/StIyxOtS3vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Y6620oeQLtA/s320/holding-hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6 (The Message) &lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" id="en-MSG-2451" class="versenum"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "Be strong. Take courage. Don't be intimidated. Don't give them a second thought because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, your God, is striding ahead of you. He's right there with you. He won't let you down; he won't leave you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in Him with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the Song-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin;font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/202/BFF63A0E3A1E393CE3808AA05104E264.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-on-water-britt-nicole.html"&gt;Walk On The Water &lt;/a&gt;lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight &lt;/a&gt;Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-5552207427152517369?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5552207427152517369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=5552207427152517369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5552207427152517369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/5552207427152517369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk-on-water.html' title='Walk On The Water'/><author><name>Ryan and Desyrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200687695122836404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/TA5lC00ljgI/AAAAAAAABcg/zmP_91WvOy4/S220/32446_428775165859_549830859_6137113_6767754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWIBRzpyoEM/StIyxOtS3vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Y6620oeQLtA/s72-c/holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-7697596154383185794</id><published>2009-10-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:08:40.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A More Beautiful You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonny Diaz'/><title type='text'>A More Beautiful You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ks3R2BwyO0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ks3R2BwyO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was 14 the first time I really wore make up. I'm not even sure why I decided to. But I remember my friend Yolanda saying, "You're not wearing make up, are you?" "Uh, a little," I replied. "Don't wear make-up," she said, "It ruins your skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it, Yolanda handed me a freedom that day. Now, did I never wear make up again? No. I do wear a little - mostly to cover the I'm-a-mommy-therefore-I-never-sleep-plus-they're-genetic circles under my eyes. BUT, she told me that I was beautiful for who I was, not an image or an expectation or something everybody else was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved little sisters, there's a toxic message in America today. It's not wrong to look pretty. It's not. But when you and I begin subscribing to our culture's definition of what beautiful is... when we start to worship our bodies and our appearances by obsessing over our eating habits and bowing at the altar of our hair and our make-up and (get ready, this one's gonna hurt) the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;latest fashion trend&lt;/span&gt;, we are not living completely for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SsettLaipjI/AAAAAAAAANo/yO0EBnhLUeY/s1600-h/tween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388466470841919026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SsettLaipjI/AAAAAAAAANo/yO0EBnhLUeY/s200/tween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this... How much time did you spend reading the Bible and praying today? Ok... how much time did you spend on your hair, make-up and clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that we should all walk around looking "frumpish" to be godly. Truth is, Jesus told people they were to be well-groomed even when &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%206:16-18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;fasting&lt;/a&gt; - so it would be about worship and not attention. Still, in America, we go too far; we worship image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, it's backfiring. You know what I mean. You've seen the pictures of the women in their 70's who have had too much botox. Instead of possessing the grace and beauty of a woman who has aged naturally, they look like melted barbie dolls. Satan dangles beauty in our faces. If we focus on it too much or for too long, it becomes an addiction, like anything else. I'm not saying plastic surgery is a sin per se. But here's what the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Peter 3:3-4 (New International Version) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 0.65em; VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="en-NIV-30412" class="versenum"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. &lt;sup style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 0.65em; VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="en-NIV-30413" class="versenum"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Charis SIL';font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;See, it doesn't say outward beauty is bad! It says it isn't TRUE beauty. TRUE beauty comes from having the peace of God in your heart. Have you ever met someone like that? Maybe she wasn't the MOST beautiful girl, but you WANTED the peace she had? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Charis SIL';font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;See, babe, that's God's desire for you - to find your TRUE purpose in HIM. But if we spend all our time chasing fashion trends and looking the part, we might... just... miss it... And that's not even MENTIONING all the complications and brokenness that come from eating disorders, surgeries and sexual choices that branch out from our obsession with appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Charis SIL';font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The bridge of this song is so powerful to me. I honestly cry EVERY time I hear it. Read it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Charis SIL';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So turn around you’re not too far &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To back away be who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change your path go another way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s not too late you can be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel depressed with past regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shameful nights hope to&lt;strong&gt; forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can disappear they can all be washed away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the one who’s strong can right your wrongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can rid your fears dry all your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And change the way you look at this big world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will take your dark distorted view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with His light He will show you truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And again you’ll see through the eyes of a little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love the last line "And again you'll see through the eyes of a little girl" - THAT is what the enemy wants to rob you of - your innocence - your truth - the essence of WHO YOU ARE! WHAT YOU WERE CREATED FOR! Take away the make up. Take away your hair cut. Take away your clothing trend of choice. WHO ARE YOU? Do you feel the call of Jesus on your heart? Is he whispering your name? Do you see the road he has set before you? Do you feel his purpose drawing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Times;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was 17, standing on a beach in Mexico... looking down the sand toward the club where my "friends" were all getting drunk and being stupid - chasing the world's definition of beauty. I wasn't into drinking. I have a sick obsession with reality and drunk=real, altered. ANYWAY. In that moment as I looked down the beach, realizing, just like that day when I was 14, that I'd somehow ended up surrounded by trends I didn't necessarily agree with or want in my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life. In that moment, I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit in my heart. "Tammi, this is the choice. You either choose this life (broken, wounded, messed up), or you choose the life I have for you. There is no middle road." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Times;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The most beautiful you is the YOU Christ created you to be - no make-up, no perfect body, no image - the you behind all that - whether you're 14 or 70. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians%201:24-27&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christ in YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Times;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t buy the lies disguises and hoops they make you jump through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there could never be a more beautiful you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Beyond the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/197/BD44FB0E609A5C411D9D01A060A758D4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p size="16px"&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-beautiful-you-jonny-diaz.html"&gt;A More Beautiful You &lt;/a&gt;lyrics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p size="16px"&gt;Link to other &lt;a href="http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/05/bff-talk.html"&gt;Spotlight &lt;/a&gt;Songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164686032264246524-7697596154383185794?l=beyondthesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7697596154383185794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3164686032264246524&amp;postID=7697596154383185794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7697596154383185794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164686032264246524/posts/default/7697596154383185794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthesong.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-beautiful-you.html' title='A More Beautiful You'/><author><name>Sisters in Truth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443253408773303577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/SsettLaipjI/AAAAAAAAANo/yO0EBnhLUeY/s72-c/tween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164686032264246524.post-638677414075710649</id><published>2009-09-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:19:33.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KJ-52'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Can Call On You'/><title type='text'>I Can Call On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6UWSavZgI/AAAAAAAAANI/bduXdKLxh7E/s1600-h/girl_praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385905315003721218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3kNuNJcxmZE/Sr6UWSavZgI/AAAAAAAAANI/bduXdKLxh7E/s200/girl_praying.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 134px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="20" loop="false" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/31/2462194/05_I_Can_Call_On_You__Piano_Love_Rem.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to see the cherry red color on me. It brought me away from my current state of depression. Sometimes it would remind me I am still alive. Some of you know exactly what I am talking about. You are a cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I dealt with my deep, dark pain. A pain that I felt no one could ever understand. I would bury everything, all my anger and pain and then cut it away with one slice. Or so I thoug
