<?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-5499514839939999958</id><updated>2012-02-09T12:09:38.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Want Me To...</title><subtitle type='html'>Psalms 27:14 Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5995763356906962376</id><published>2011-12-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:41:26.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running.... (11/17/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I am running, running after You. You've become my souls delight. I'm running after You, Here with You I find my life. Now I'm running after the thing that matters. You've become my joy and song. I find my joy in worshiping You Lord."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was thinking about this tonight in light of this song I found. Kari Jobe is my absolute favorite 'worship' singer out there. This song called running just really hit home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was thinking about how it seems people in these disfunctional situations tend to just run. But, they don't run to the right things. They run right back into a simliar situation, or they run to alcohol or drugs or hmmm facebook? But, oh how important it is for us (me) to run to Jesus. He is the ONLY right place to go. I find when I am in the deepest darkest of trials is when I feel the CLOSEST to Him. Now that doesn't mean I want to always be in a 'trial' so that I will feel close to my God, but I feel it just means that I have finally learned to cling to my Savior in those times instead of trying to do it on my own. Ok, scratch that I haven't learnED...i am learnING. Truly though, He has become my souls delight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A couple of you just out of encouragement told me to 'follow my heart'. While I know what you mean and that you are just trying to offer up kind words I just want to put this out there. I never ever will be following my heart. I believe that my heart is deceitful and desperately wicked (Jeremiah 17:9) and no decision that I make apart from God will be a good one. &amp;nbsp;I do not make ANY decisions on my heart/emotions but solely on the TRUTH of the Word of God. Perhaps that's hard for some of you to understand, but I feel there is no other way to do it. I understand that my emotions are going to play into my decision, but hopefully I am wise enough to not allow them to RULE my decision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5995763356906962376?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5995763356906962376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5995763356906962376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5995763356906962376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5995763356906962376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/12/running-11172011.html' title='Running.... (11/17/2011)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-1326272700861075742</id><published>2011-12-23T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:33:05.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day (10/23/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding Day - Casting Crowns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 1:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a stirring in the throne room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all creation holds it's breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting now to see the bride groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wondering how the bride will dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she wears white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she knows that she's undeserving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She bears the shame of history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With this worn and weary maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is not the bride that he sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she wears white, head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But only he could make it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When someone dries your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When someone wins your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And says your beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you don't know you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all you've longed to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is written on his face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When love has come and finally set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On that wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On that wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 2:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has danced in golden castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she has crawled through beggar's dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But today she stands before him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she wears his righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she will be who he adores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is what he made her for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the hand that bears the only scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And heaven touch her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the last tears she'll ever cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are finally wiped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the clouds roll back as he takes her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And walks her through the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By Edwin Friedman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a man who had given much thought to what he wanted from life. He had experienced many moods and trials. He had experimented with different ways of living, and he had had his share of both success and failure. At last, he began to see clearly where he wanted to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diligently, he searched for the right opportunity. Sometimes he came close, only to be pushed away. Often he applied all his strength and imagination, only to find the path hopelessly blocked. And then at last it came. But the opportunity would not wait. It would be made available only for a short time. If it were seen that he was not committed, the opportunity would not come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eager to arrive, he started on his journey. With each step, he wanted to move faster; with each thought about his goal, his heart beat quicker; with each vision of what lay ahead, he found renewed vigor. Strength that had left him since his early youth returned, and desires, all kinds of desires, reawakened from their long-dormant positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hurrying along, he came upon a bridge that crossed through the middle of a town. It had been built high above a river in order to protect it from the floods of spring. He started across. Then he noticed someone coming from the opposite direction. As they moved closer, it seemed as though the other were coming to greet him. He could see clearly, however, that he did not know this other, who was dressed similarly except for something tied around his waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When they were within hailing distance, he could see that what the other had about his waist was a rope. It was wrapped around him many times and probably, if extended, would reach a length of 30 feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other began to uncurl the rope, and, just as they were coming close, the stranger said, “Pardon me, would you be so kind as to hold the end a moment?” Surprised by this politely phrased but curious request, he agreed without a thought, reached out, and took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Thank you,” said the other, who then added, “two hands now, and remember, hold tight.” Whereupon, the other jumped off the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quickly, the free-falling body hurtled the distance of the rope’s length, and from the bridge the man abruptly felt the pull. Instinctively, he held tight and was almost dragged over the side. He managed to brace himself against the edge, however, and after having caught his breath, looked down at the other dangling, close to oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“What are you trying to do?” he yelled. “Just hold tight,” said the other.“This is ridiculous,” the man thought and began trying to haul the other in. He could not get the leverage, however. It was as though the weight of the other person and the length of the rope had been carefully calculated in advance so that together they created a counterweight just beyond his strength to bring the other back to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Why did you do this?” the man called out. “Remember,” said the other, “if you let go, I will be lost.” “But I cannot pull you up,” the man cried. “I am your responsibility,” said the other. “Well, I did not ask for it,” the man said. “If you let go, I am lost,” repeated the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He began to look around for help. But there was no one. How long would he have to wait? Why did this happen to befall him now, just as he was on the verge of true success? He examined the side, searching for a place to tie the rope. Some protrusion, perhaps, or maybe a hole in the boards. But the railing was unusually uniform in shape; there were no spaces between the boards. There was no way to get rid of this newfound burden, even temporarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“What do you want?” he asked the other hanging below. “Just your help,” the other answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“How can I help? I cannot pull you in, and there is no place to tie the rope so that I can go and find someone to help me help you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I know that. Just hang on; that will be enough. Tie the rope around your waist; it will be easier.” Fearing that his arms could not hold out much longer, he tied the rope around his waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Why did you do this?” he asked again. “Don’t you see what you have done? What possible pur- pose could you have had in mind?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Just remember,” said the other, “my life is in your hands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What should he do? “If I let go, all my life I will know that I let this other die. If I stay, I risk los- ing my momentum toward my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way this will haunt me forever.” With ironic humor he thought to die himself, instantly, to jump off the bridge while still holding on. “That would teach this fool.” But he wanted to live and to live life fully. “What a choice I have to make; how shall I ever decide?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As time went by, still no one came. The critical moment of decision was drawing near. To show his commitment to his own goals, he would have to continue on his journey now. It was already almost too late to arrive in time. But what a terrible choice to have to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A new thought occurred to him. While he could not pull this other up solely by his own efforts, if the other would shorten the rope from his end by curling it around his waist again and again, together they could do it. Actually, the other could do it by himself, so long as he, standing on the bridge, kept it still and steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Now listen,” he shouted down. “I think I know how to save you.” And he explained his plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the other wasn’t interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“You mean you won’t help? But I told you I cannot pull you up myself, and I don’t think I can hang on much longer either.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“You must try,” the other shouted back in tears. “If you fail, I die.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The point of decision arrived. What should he do? “My life or this other’s?” And then a new idea. A revelation. So new, in fact, it seemed heretical, so alien was it to his traditional way of think- ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I want you to listen carefully,” he said, “because I mean what I am about to say. I will not accept the position of choice for your life, only for my own; the position of choice for your own life I hereby give back to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“What do you mean?” the other asked, afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I mean, simply, it’s up to you. You decide which way this ends. I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring yourself up. I will even tug a little from here.” He began unwinding the rope from around his waist and braced himself anew against the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“You cannot mean what you say,” the other shrieked. “You would not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He waited a moment. There was no change in the tension of the rope. “I accept your choice,” he said, at last, and freed his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #1a1a18; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Beauty From Pain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out all around me&lt;br /&gt;One last candle to keep out the night&lt;br /&gt;And then the darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left is to accept that it's over&lt;br /&gt;My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep warm but I just grow colder&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, I still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After I've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today, someday I'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole world is the pain inside me&lt;br /&gt;The best I can do is just get through the day&lt;br /&gt;When life before is only a memory&lt;br /&gt;I'll wonder why God lets me walk through this place&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't understand why this happened&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will when I look back someday&lt;br /&gt;And see how you've brought beauty from ashes&lt;br /&gt;And made me as gold purified through these flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, I still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After I've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today, someday I'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at the end of me (at the end of me)&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to hold to what I can't see (to what I can't see)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to hope&lt;br /&gt;This night's been so long&lt;br /&gt;I cling to Your promise&lt;br /&gt;There will be a dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, I still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After I've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today, someday I'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Courage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all my vicious words&lt;br /&gt;And turn them into something good&lt;br /&gt;Take all my preconceptions&lt;br /&gt;And let the truth be understood&lt;br /&gt;Take all my prized possessions&lt;br /&gt;Leave only what I need&lt;br /&gt;Take all my pieces of doubt&lt;br /&gt;And let me be what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on moving anyway&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you're in pain,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on living anyway&lt;br /&gt;We all have excuses why&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear something in us dies&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird with broken wings&lt;br /&gt;It's not how high he flies,&lt;br /&gt;But the song he sings&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on moving anyway&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you're in pain,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on living anyway&lt;br /&gt;It's not how many times you've been&lt;br /&gt;knocked down&lt;br /&gt;It's how many times you get back up&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you've lost your way,&lt;br /&gt;But you find your strength anyway&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you're afraid&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when it all seems grey&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you make a change,&lt;br /&gt;And you keep on living anyway&lt;br /&gt;You keep on moving anyway&lt;br /&gt;You keep on giving anyway&lt;br /&gt;You keep on loving anyway&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5162600191596177239?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here I am broken down&lt;br /&gt;Hands lifted up&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so cold&lt;br /&gt;I need You to warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;Only You can bring me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I need more&lt;br /&gt;Than to repair this heart I've torn&lt;br /&gt;I need You to bring me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your sight I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In Your blood I come clean&lt;br /&gt;In Your hands all things are possible&lt;br /&gt;What was fear has been released&lt;br /&gt;It has turned to perfect peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(82, 0, 0); font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div 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class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt; I don’t really worship these day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I don’t really stand up to praise you with songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Or prayers or actions &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   or with anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I am full of all the right moves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I am full of all the right words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I am full of all the right religion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   But it is all just illusion &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I am really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lonely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Calloused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Jaded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Cynical&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Too religious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Too realistic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   and well really just to lazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   to worship you anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I have lost my first love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I have lost the joy of your presence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   But most of all I have lost the fear of your glory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Papa God I need to see you again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Like Isaiah I want to stand in awe of your glory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   To fall down at your feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   To come face to face with your&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Perfection, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Radiance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Goodness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Holiness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Awesomeness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I want to stand before you and see you for who you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   and me for who I am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I want to be undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I want to know me for who I really am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I want to see the depths of my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   And know that you are the only way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   You are the only truth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   You are the only life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I want to see me and understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   What it really must have taken for you to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Love me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Care for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   See me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Speak to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Want me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Communicate with me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Die for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Die for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Die for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lord, I want to stand in that place where all I can see is your glory &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   And my sin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Because in that place I can’t help but worship you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lord let me come undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Undo my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lord, undo my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   break down these walls that I love so much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   No, wait don’t, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I’m scared I don’t know if I can handle this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   don’t &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   But I can’t live this way anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   I can’t stand here in this half-life &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   this going through the motions life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   this not really alive life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Father, I need you so come and in and do what you must&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Cut out the tumor on my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Break down the walls that I love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Lord let me come undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   Undo my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;   let me worship you again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;-author unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8932930585113291920?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8932930585113291920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8932930585113291920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8932930585113291920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8932930585113291920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/lord-undo-me.html' title='Lord, undo me (9/15/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-197169604039260334</id><published>2011-09-24T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:30:26.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From September 11th, 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;(In Memory of 10 years)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I look up from the computer and Erik Kohl says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"An airplane just hit the world trade center"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: "what kind of airplane? Where at?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Erik: " In NYC, one of the main centers. They think it was terrorists"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I shove it off and go on typing my E-mail's, not really thinking it was anything huge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;After typing my E-mail's I head to the auditorium for our daily chapel. They've set aside the whole chapel to pray for the situation. It started to become real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Mr. Daughters: "Three plans have hit the world trade centers and the pentagon. We need to pray for our country, we need to pray for the victims."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The pray begins, people start to cry. Many people pray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"Come Lord Jesus, please come to take us home."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"God, why does this happen? We ask you why. Thank you God, that you are in control, and you KNOW WHY"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"Pray for our president...He needs your help, dear God."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"Lord, protect our land. Thank you for giving us a free country."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;As we prayed tears began to fall. People started to pray for family and friends who might be in that area. People started to wonder. People asked God "why?" Everyone knew God knew why, but nobody knew why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;As we were praying a plan landed in PA that was as people assume, about ready to hit camp david or the capital. God allowed less people to die by it landing in PA. Thank you Jesus. God knows everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Oct. 7th, 2001 America hit Afghanastanl We hit them to stop terrorism, not to cause death, we hit them to stop this chaos. But who knows, maybe hitting them, is just starting one big war, that could last for years. Years? How many years? Nobody knows, only God knows, only God knows what's in store...Thank you Jesus for protecting us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;God is sovereign, don't forget that. Don't be scared, just pray, don't ask why, just pray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-197169604039260334?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/197169604039260334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=197169604039260334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/197169604039260334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/197169604039260334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-september-11th-2001.html' title='From September 11th, 2001'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6724038310651939347</id><published>2011-09-24T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:29:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Things (8/13/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;All this pain&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll ever find my way&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my life could really change at all&lt;br /&gt;All this earth&lt;br /&gt;Could all that is lost ever be found&lt;br /&gt;Could a garden come up from this ground at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;Hope is springing up from this old ground&lt;br /&gt;Out of chaos life is being found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;You make beautiful things out of the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me new, You are making me new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6724038310651939347?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6724038310651939347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6724038310651939347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6724038310651939347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6724038310651939347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/beautiful-things.html' title='Beautiful Things (8/13/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8703424286686159246</id><published>2011-09-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:29:01.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick - Mercy Me (7/11/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;(In Memory of Hayvon Dagel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you&lt;br /&gt;But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry&lt;br /&gt;Is how long must I wait to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br /&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;br /&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still here so far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br /&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;br /&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ, there are no goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And in Christ, there is no end&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br /&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;br /&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8703424286686159246?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8703424286686159246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8703424286686159246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8703424286686159246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8703424286686159246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/homesick-mercy-me.html' title='Homesick - Mercy Me (7/11/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8143883979660988967</id><published>2011-09-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:27:50.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful To Me (6/23/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color:#33ff33;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So much I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;That I change if I wrote the story&lt;br /&gt;How pain can heal and death bring life&lt;br /&gt;How defeat can bring such glory&lt;br /&gt;You didn't hold back one breath&lt;br /&gt;You even gave Your last one&lt;br /&gt;So I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Your holy mystery&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here in awe&lt;br /&gt;Of how you make everything&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will see&lt;br /&gt;How You hold this wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;And make it perfect and complete&lt;br /&gt;And it's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve Your suffering&lt;br /&gt;I should be the one who's bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But Your broken body gives&lt;br /&gt;This broken spirit what it's needing&lt;br /&gt;You reach through time with Your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;With wounded hands&lt;br /&gt;Holding this fragile life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Your holy mystery&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here in awe&lt;br /&gt;Of how you make everything&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will see&lt;br /&gt;How You hold this wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;And make it perfect and complete&lt;br /&gt;And it's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seek, this longing&lt;br /&gt;This heart that I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;This moment while I'm breaking&lt;br /&gt;You're here&lt;br /&gt;Your plan, Your promise&lt;br /&gt;A pain that has a purpose&lt;br /&gt;I let you in to use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just why Your hands built heaven's arms&lt;br /&gt;You're making me so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Every mystery&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here in awe&lt;br /&gt;Of how You make everything&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;So perfect and complete&lt;br /&gt;You warm this wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will see&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:9px;"&gt;Beautiful to me&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/5499514839939999958-8143883979660988967?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8143883979660988967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8143883979660988967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8143883979660988967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8143883979660988967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/beautiful-to-me.html' title='Beautiful To Me (6/23/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4160655582339577082</id><published>2011-09-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:26:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Moments I feel Faint (2/24/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;When the world around you crumbles&lt;br /&gt;He will be strong, He will be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw up my hands&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;Gather my insufficiencies and&lt;br /&gt;place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"For the Moments I feel Faint" - Reliant K&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4160655582339577082?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4160655582339577082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4160655582339577082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4160655582339577082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4160655582339577082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-moments-i-feel-faint.html' title='For the Moments I feel Faint (2/24/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8697355289824126596</id><published>2011-09-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:25:44.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten (2/19/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When you think your dream is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your body aches from tryin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you worry for tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though the sky is blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the sun is shining&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When July feels like December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it's painful to remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it seems you can not win&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there is not much left to lose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has got a plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And hope will spring eternal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the home of those who know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That loving eyes will follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every where we go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even in the darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His promises are true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep this in your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is faithful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is listening&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your tired flesh has squandered&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What your spirit would have saved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And your aimless feet have wandered&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Far from all you truly crave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turn and run toward your Father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not wait another day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See His arms are open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And He is calling out your name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And hope will spring eternal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the home of those who know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That loving eyes will follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every where we go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even in the darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His promises are true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep this in your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has not forgotten you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8697355289824126596?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8697355289824126596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8697355289824126596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8697355289824126596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8697355289824126596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten (2/19/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6204677218799044380</id><published>2011-09-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:24:57.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Contentment (2/7/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavenly Father, if I should suffer need, and go unclothed, and be in poverty, make my heart prize Thy love, know it, be constrained by it, though I be denied all blessings. It is Thy mercy to afflict and try me with wants, for by these trials I see my sins, and desire severance from them. Let me willingly accept misery, sorrows, temptations, if I can thereby feel sin as the greatest evil, and be delivered from it with gratitude to Thee, acknowledging this as the highest testimony of Thy love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Comic Sans MS'" size="medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When thy Son, Jesus, came into my soul instead of sin He became more dear to me than sin had formerly been; His kindly rule replaced sin's tyranny. Teach me to believe that if ever I would have any sin subdued I must not only labour to overcome it, but must invite Christ to abide in the place of it, and He must become to me more than vile lust had been; that His sweetness, power, life may be there. Thus I must seek a grace from Him contrary to sin, but must not claim it apart from Himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Comic Sans MS'" size="medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am afraid of evils to come, comfort me by showing me that in myself I am a dying, condemned wretch, but in Christ I am reconciled and live; that in myself I find insufficiency and no rest, but in Christ there is satisfaction and peace; that in myself I am feeble and unable to do good, but in Christ I have ability to do all things. Though now I have His graces in part, I shall shortly have them perfectly in that state where Thou wilt show Thyself fully reconciled, and alone sufficient, efficient, loving me completely, with sin abolished. O Lord, hasten that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6204677218799044380?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6204677218799044380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6204677218799044380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6204677218799044380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6204677218799044380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayer-of-contentment.html' title='A Prayer of Contentment (2/7/11)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-9002489887227745651</id><published>2011-09-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:23:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade these ashes in for beauty (12/3/10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Lord, I feel as though I'm at the lowest of low points in my life. I want to trade these ashes, these awful, evil, wicked, unfair, hurtful ashes in for beauty. I have trusted Your unfailing love and obeyed Your Word, but still....still You fail me. I take that back, You did not fail me, it just didn't go my way and so it feels as though I've been betrayed. When I think about Your mercy and grace I think of it healing relationships, not destroying them. I think of it protecting my children from hurts, not allowing them to go through the most painful thing in the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to lay down these burdens, but I can't. I'm holding on to them, loosely, but I still have hold. I can't seem to let go. It's as if You and I are standing before one another and You're begging me to lay them down and I'm argueing with you like a teenager. Lord, when I read Your Word it seems so clear, but then the results of my decisions blur that clarity and leave me confused and hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Lord, here I am. I can't really say take it all, because I know in all honesty I'm still holding. But I can say that I want to obey You and I want to give You all the glory and honor and praise and if that means you take it all away, then dear God so be it.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-9002489887227745651?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9002489887227745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=9002489887227745651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/9002489887227745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/9002489887227745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/trade-these-ashes-in-for-beauty.html' title='Trade these ashes in for beauty (12/3/10)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-475667370588430992</id><published>2011-01-04T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:04:56.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valley of Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that to be low is to be high, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the broken heart is the healed heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that to have nothing is to possess all, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that to give is to receive, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the valley is the place of vision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me find Thy light in my darkness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy life in my death, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy joy in my sorrow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy grace in my sin, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy riches in my poverty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy glory in my valley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-475667370588430992?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/475667370588430992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=475667370588430992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/475667370588430992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/475667370588430992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/valley-of-vision.html' title='The Valley of Vision'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5722198651104361812</id><published>2010-12-07T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:27:52.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Apart (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11.1111px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have heard this song as a teenager over and over again, I don't think I really knew what it meant. But wow, it's deep and has really hit my heart and soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 10.4167px; "&gt;I am the only one to blame for this&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it all ends up the same&lt;br /&gt;Soaring on the wings of selfish pride&lt;br /&gt;I flew too high and like Icarus I collide&lt;br /&gt;With a world I try so hard to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;To rid myself of all but love&lt;br /&gt;to give and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To turn away and not become&lt;br /&gt;Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves&lt;br /&gt;more deeply than the oceans,&lt;br /&gt;more abundant than the tears&lt;br /&gt;Of a world embracing every heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be the one to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;br /&gt;To need you - I am on my knees&lt;br /&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;br /&gt;To need you - broken on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Amongst remains of a life I should not own&lt;br /&gt;It takes all I am to believe&lt;br /&gt;In the mercy that covers me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really have to die for me?&lt;br /&gt;All I am for all you are&lt;br /&gt;Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Additional lyrics:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;br /&gt;forgetting what my life has cost&lt;br /&gt;and wipe away the crimson stains&lt;br /&gt;and dull the nails that still remain&lt;br /&gt;More and more I need you now,&lt;br /&gt;I owe you more each passing hour&lt;br /&gt;the battle between grace and pride&lt;br /&gt;I gave up not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain&lt;br /&gt;and wash the feet and cleanse my pride&lt;br /&gt;take the selfish, take the weak,&lt;br /&gt;and all the things I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;take the beauty, take my tears&lt;br /&gt;the sin-soaked heart and make it yours&lt;br /&gt;take my world all apart&lt;br /&gt;take it now, take it now&lt;br /&gt;and serve the ones that I despise&lt;br /&gt;speak the words I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;watch the world I used to love&lt;br /&gt;fall to dust and thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;br /&gt;forgetting what my life has cost&lt;br /&gt;so wipe away the crimson stains&lt;br /&gt;and dull the nails that still remain&lt;br /&gt;so steal my heart and take the pain&lt;br /&gt;take the selfish, take the weak&lt;br /&gt;and all the things I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;take the beauty, take my tears&lt;br /&gt;take my world apart, take my world apart&lt;br /&gt;I pray, I pray, I pray&lt;br /&gt;take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5722198651104361812?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5722198651104361812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5722198651104361812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5722198651104361812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5722198651104361812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2010/12/worlds-apart-lyrics.html' title='Worlds Apart (lyrics)'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4149825809427622589</id><published>2010-02-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:52:35.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;It seems that the Lord is really trying to teach us all something lately. If it isn't someone dealing with a grief of the loss of a loved one it's someone dealing with the grief of what they do not have or someone dealing with the grief of un-acceptance due to being somewhat 'different'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b801fefe195c29e17804" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Grief is so similar and so different all at the same time. It comes in so many different ways from so many different directions. You want people to help/encourage you but yet you don't want them to say something really stupid like "I know how you feel" or "Just lean on the Lord, He will help you." While neither of those statement are stupid alone it seems like when you just want to be in that moment of anger it's the last thing you want to hear because really you're not stupid, you KNOW these things. You grew up in a Christian home, you went to Bible college, you spend many summers at camps, you've been on the mission field. Shouldn't that of taught you everything you need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no my dear friends. Those things might teach us WHAT to do if bad things happen but really it is those trials that refine us and test us and when we truly learn how to cling to our Savior. We truly understand a peace that serpasses ALL understanding. We know what it's like to be angry and sad at the same time and feel as if Jesus is so far yet sooo close. We maybe have a better understanding of what "sovereignty" and all that really is... or perhaps we just know that we don't HAVE to get it, we just need to know that in fact He IS. I think sometimes as 'smart' christians we become so wrapped up in all the doctrine and stuff we almost forget how to just live for Him. It amazes me the things that the Lord has brought me and all my friends through to completely change who we are. So many of us have been through the fire, but through it all God has been so so faithful. Never forget that. When we are in the PIT that is when He is the most near. There is so many verses I have clung to over the past two years, but the ones that stick out the most to me are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cor. 12:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise you Jesus that you are STRONG for us when we feel so so very weak and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4149825809427622589?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4149825809427622589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4149825809427622589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4149825809427622589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4149825809427622589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3245823088586768003</id><published>2010-02-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:53:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I think sometimes people think that just because you are a certain way means that you will act a certain way and do certain things. So often you are stereo-typed because of what you are instead of by who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me and assume I stink because I can't see if there is stains on my clothes or if my hair is sticking up or my teeth have something green between them. Don't assume that I'm like this...just because in the mirror my eyes cannot see these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you can complain to me about all YOUR disabilities as I sit there as plan as day overcoming one moment after moment day after day. It's not a disability it is an HONOR from the Lord. Just because my eyes can't see you roll your eyes doesn't mean my heart cannot feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume that I can not take care of myself and that I will not amount to anything just because my eyes can not drive me from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't assume that I wouldn't do the best darn job ever at whatever you might hire me to do just because I can not see. My life and my love for the Lord is much much deeper because from an early age I had to LEARN to rely on Him. I see through people....maybe not physically, but spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has made me who I am today and He made no mistake. I will not let anything you say or do to me affect who I am in Christ. I am made in the image and likeness of Him. He is my everything. His power is made PERFECT in my weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3245823088586768003?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3245823088586768003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3245823088586768003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3245823088586768003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3245823088586768003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/through-eyes-of-me.html' title='Through the Eyes of me'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8838993038358457934</id><published>2009-09-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:37:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I haven't blogged in awhile, but am still being greatly touched by music and the Word of God. This song by Sara Groves was an encouragement to me last week and I hope that it will encourage our friends Jason and Angie as they have received some tough news this week. Many Prayers are going up for you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So proud and excited that I by myself &lt;br /&gt;Have reached such a lofty place &lt;br /&gt;I took the last step toward my ultimate goal &lt;br /&gt;But clumsily fell on my face &lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes only to find &lt;br /&gt;I was back at the place I'd begun &lt;br /&gt;Helpless and broken, I strained and cried out &lt;br /&gt;Surely the enemy has won &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his peace that passes understanding &lt;br /&gt;Grace that is never ending &lt;br /&gt;Love that overflows my soul &lt;br /&gt;I felt his peace that passes understanding &lt;br /&gt;Grace that is never ending &lt;br /&gt;Love overflows my soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wallowed in self pity, He came to sit with me there &lt;br /&gt;His presence alone was so rich and so deep &lt;br /&gt;It chased away all my despair &lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Lord please forgive me for my prideful heart, &lt;br /&gt;It sneaks in before I know.' &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'What prideful heart?' He forgave and forgot &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'How I want you to knowâ€¦ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peace that passes understanding &lt;br /&gt;Grace that is never ending &lt;br /&gt;Love that overflows my soul.' &lt;br /&gt;His peace that passes understanding &lt;br /&gt;Grace that is never ending &lt;br /&gt;Love that overflows my soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how daily I humble myself at His feet &lt;br /&gt;I make His desire my will &lt;br /&gt;For He's taken my higher than I have ever been &lt;br /&gt;And He's taking me higher still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his peace that passes understanding &lt;br /&gt;Grace that is never ending &lt;br /&gt;Love that overflows my soul &lt;br /&gt;Oh peace, grace, love that overflows my soul &lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8838993038358457934?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8838993038358457934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8838993038358457934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8838993038358457934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8838993038358457934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/testimony.html' title='Testimony'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6521669606401477170</id><published>2009-09-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:33:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I know of Holy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;I made You promises a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hear from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I talked the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I think I made You too small&lt;br /&gt;I never feared You at all No&lt;br /&gt;If You touched my face would I know You?&lt;br /&gt;Looked into my eyes could I behold You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that I had figured You out&lt;br /&gt;I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about&lt;br /&gt;How You were mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Those were only empty words on a page&lt;br /&gt;Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be&lt;br /&gt;The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Addison%20Road.html" style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5px; "&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS 2)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?&lt;br /&gt;And a God who gave life "its" name?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who the angels praise?&lt;br /&gt;All creation knows Your name&lt;br /&gt;On earth and heaven above&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of this love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6521669606401477170?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6521669606401477170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6521669606401477170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6521669606401477170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6521669606401477170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-i-know-of-holy.html' title='What do I know of Holy'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4277819343525035656</id><published>2009-09-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:30:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I was lost when ya found me here&lt;br /&gt;You pulled me close and held me near&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a fool but still you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fool for the king of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me wings so I could fly&lt;br /&gt;And gave me a song to color the sky&lt;br /&gt;And all I have is all from you&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's grace, grace&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Grace, your grace&lt;br /&gt;Shines on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there've been days when I've walked away&lt;br /&gt;Too much to carry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord when I'm weak and lost&lt;br /&gt;You traded heaven for a wooden cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these years you've carried me&lt;br /&gt;You've been my eyes when I could not see&lt;br /&gt;And beauty grows in the driving rain&lt;br /&gt;Your oil of gladness in the times of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's grace, your grace&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Grace, your grace&lt;br /&gt;Shines on me&lt;br /&gt;Your grace, your grace&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4277819343525035656?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4277819343525035656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4277819343525035656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4277819343525035656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4277819343525035656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-grace.html' title='Your Grace'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5400899686635248057</id><published>2009-07-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:51:35.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;Deliver me out of the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from all the madness&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me courage to guide me&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me Your strength inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;I've been in hiding&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there was someone just like You&lt;br /&gt;Now that You're here&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found You&lt;br /&gt;I know that You're the One to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me giving and sharing&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me this cross that I'm bearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deliver me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus how I trust You&lt;br /&gt;How I've proved You o'er and o'er&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus precious Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me&lt;br /&gt;Come and pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Come pull me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5400899686635248057?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5400899686635248057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5400899686635248057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5400899686635248057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5400899686635248057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/07/deliver-me.html' title='Deliver Me'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4631033692385554939</id><published>2009-07-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:50:00.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Freedom's flight On this night takes my words to You beyond my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;While I pray in this place, Holding to the promise that you made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Underneath the stars and sky I wait for you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Like the morning waiting for the Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Son of man. Nail torn hands Life devine that walked along this land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Virgin birth inside a sin-filled earth brought your life to save a universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Underneath the stars and sky I wait for you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Like the morning waiting for the Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It's sometimes hard but I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You are the air my soul breathes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; sometimes fall but you are there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;in you I lose all my cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Underneath the stars and sky I wait for you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Like the morning waiting for the Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4631033692385554939?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4631033692385554939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4631033692385554939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4631033692385554939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4631033692385554939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-for-son.html' title='Waiting for the Son'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-2074387725644920599</id><published>2009-05-18T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:08:58.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>PSALMS 27:14 WAIT FOR THE LORD; BE STRONG AND TAKE HEART AND WAIT FOR THE LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-2074387725644920599?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2074387725644920599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=2074387725644920599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2074387725644920599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2074387725644920599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m Waiting'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5663338585301881683</id><published>2009-04-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:18:14.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Me</title><content type='html'>Empty Me&lt;br /&gt;by Chris Sligh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had just enough of the spotlight when it burns bright &lt;br /&gt;To see how it gets in the blood. &lt;br /&gt;And I've tasted my share of the sweet life and the wild ride &lt;br /&gt;And found a little is not quite enough. &lt;br /&gt;I know how I can stray &lt;br /&gt;And how fast my heart could change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty me of the selfishness inside &lt;br /&gt;Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride &lt;br /&gt;And any foolish thing my heart holds to &lt;br /&gt;Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen just enough of the quick buys of the best lies &lt;br /&gt;To know how prodigals can be drawn away. &lt;br /&gt;I know how I can stray &lt;br /&gt;And how fast my heart could change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty me of the selfishness inside &lt;br /&gt;Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride &lt;br /&gt;And any foolish thing my heart holds to &lt;br /&gt;Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is a lesser thing &lt;br /&gt;Compared to you, compared to you. &lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is a lesser thing &lt;br /&gt;Compared to you, so I surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty me of the selfishness inside &lt;br /&gt;Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride &lt;br /&gt;Empty me of the selfishness inside &lt;br /&gt;Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride &lt;br /&gt;And any foolish thing my heart holds to &lt;br /&gt;Lord empty me of me so I can be &lt;br /&gt;Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, filled with you. &lt;br /&gt;Empty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few verses from Colossians 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God. Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is our life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore put to death your members which are on the earth: fornication, uncleanness, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these things the wrath of God is coming upon the sons of disobedience, in which you yourselves once walked when you lived in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you yourselves are to put off all these: anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy language out of your mouth. Do not lie to one another, since you have put off the old man with his deeds, and have put on the new man who is renewed in knowledge according to the image of Him who created him, where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcised nor uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave nor free, but Christ is all and in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5663338585301881683?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5663338585301881683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5663338585301881683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5663338585301881683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5663338585301881683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/empty-me.html' title='Empty Me'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5429726549806446878</id><published>2009-04-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:59:41.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Living Prayer</title><content type='html'>(Note: This is sung by a secular artist, but touched me today as it is how I feel at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;With no place to call my home&lt;br /&gt;But there's one who holds my hand&lt;br /&gt;The rugged road through barren lands&lt;br /&gt;The way is dark, the road is steep&lt;br /&gt;But He's become my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;The strength to climb, my griefs to bear&lt;br /&gt;The Savior lives inside me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your love I find release&lt;br /&gt;A haven from my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;Take my life and let me be&lt;br /&gt;A living prayer, my God to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these trials of life I find&lt;br /&gt;Another voice inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;He comforts me and bids me live&lt;br /&gt;Inside the love the Father gives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your love I find release&lt;br /&gt;A haven from my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;Take my life and let me be&lt;br /&gt;A living prayer, my God to Thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5429726549806446878?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5429726549806446878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5429726549806446878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5429726549806446878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5429726549806446878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-prayer.html' title='A Living Prayer'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3156243725141335979</id><published>2009-04-21T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:57:27.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is our stability</title><content type='html'>In his book, The Attributes of God, author A. W. Pink says it well: “Human nature cannot be relied upon, but God can! However unstable I may be, however fickle my friends may prove, God changes not. If He varied as we do, if He willed one thing today and another tomorrow, if He were controlled by caprice, who could confide [or have confidence] in Him? But all praise to His glorious name, He is ever the same. His purpose is fixed, His will is stable, His word is sure. He then is a rock on which we may fix our feet, while the mighty torrent is sweeping away everything around us.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3156243725141335979?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3156243725141335979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3156243725141335979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3156243725141335979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3156243725141335979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-is-our-stability.html' title='God is our stability'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8746367721173136648</id><published>2009-04-07T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:36:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing You</title><content type='html'>Somehow this song means so much more now, than it did in high school. Possibly something about the closeness that comes from enduring trials ?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3:8-10&lt;br /&gt;Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I  once held dear, built my life upon,&lt;br /&gt;All this world reveres and wars to own;&lt;br /&gt;All I once thought gain I  have counted loss,&lt;br /&gt;Spent and worthless now compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You, Jesus,    knowing You&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're my all, You're the best,&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy, my righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;And I love You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's desire is to know You more,&lt;br /&gt;To be found in You and know as Yours,&lt;br /&gt;To possess by faith what I could not earn&lt;br /&gt;All surpassing gift of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to know the power of Your risen life,&lt;br /&gt;And to know You in Your sufferings;&lt;br /&gt;To become like You in Your death, my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So with You to live and never die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8746367721173136648?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8746367721173136648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8746367721173136648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8746367721173136648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8746367721173136648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-you.html' title='Knowing You'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6296834704019185375</id><published>2009-04-05T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:11:25.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unredeemed</title><content type='html'>The cruelest words&lt;br /&gt;The coldest heart&lt;br /&gt;The deepest wounds&lt;br /&gt;The endless dark&lt;br /&gt;The lonely ache&lt;br /&gt;The burning tears&lt;br /&gt;The bitter night&lt;br /&gt;The wasted years&lt;br /&gt;Life breaks and falls apart&lt;br /&gt;But we know these are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places&lt;br /&gt;Where grace is&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;They may be unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;They may be unrestored&lt;br /&gt;But when anything that’s shattered&lt;br /&gt;Is laid before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Just watch and see&lt;br /&gt;It will not be&lt;br /&gt;Unredeemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every choice&lt;br /&gt;That led to shame&lt;br /&gt;And all the love&lt;br /&gt;That never came&lt;br /&gt;For every vow&lt;br /&gt;That someone broke&lt;br /&gt;And every life&lt;br /&gt;That gave up hope&lt;br /&gt;We live in the shadow of the fall&lt;br /&gt;But the cross says these are all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places&lt;br /&gt;Where grace is&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;They may be unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;They may be unrestored&lt;br /&gt;But when anything that’s shattered&lt;br /&gt;Is laid before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Just watch and see&lt;br /&gt;It will not be&lt;br /&gt;Unredeemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you will wipe every tear&lt;br /&gt;Where Grace is, Where Grace is&lt;br /&gt;So amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;They may be unrestored&lt;br /&gt;You never know the miracles&lt;br /&gt;The father has in store&lt;br /&gt;Just watch and see&lt;br /&gt;It will not be&lt;br /&gt;Unredeemed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6296834704019185375?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6296834704019185375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6296834704019185375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6296834704019185375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6296834704019185375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/unredeemed.html' title='Unredeemed'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8964981510387836642</id><published>2009-03-26T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:57:55.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Come Down</title><content type='html'>It didnt take me too long to find&lt;br /&gt;The chains you just had freed me from&lt;br /&gt;I got so used to having them on&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know how to live in freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cant be, no it cant be&lt;br /&gt;What you have intended for me&lt;br /&gt;And this cant be, no it cant be&lt;br /&gt;What you have intended for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, come down&lt;br /&gt;Sent from your holy place&lt;br /&gt;Come cleanse me now&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign and holy, come make me holy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it in the nature of man&lt;br /&gt;That draws us away from our purpose&lt;br /&gt;To despise the things of God&lt;br /&gt;And love the things that hurt us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this cant be, no it cant be&lt;br /&gt;What you have intended for us&lt;br /&gt;This cant be, no it cannot be&lt;br /&gt;What you have intended for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, come down&lt;br /&gt;Sent from your holy place&lt;br /&gt;Come cleanse us now&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign and holy, come make us holy&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign and holy, come make us holy&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign and holy, come make us holy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from your holy place, &lt;br /&gt;Lord, make us holy as you are holy&lt;br /&gt;Send it down Lord, just a little bit of heaven here on earth&lt;br /&gt;Send down your glory&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need you, Lord we need you, Lord we need you&lt;br /&gt;Lord I love you, Lord I love you, Lord I love you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8964981510387836642?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8964981510387836642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8964981510387836642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8964981510387836642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8964981510387836642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory-come-down.html' title='Glory Come Down'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5115592765190988602</id><published>2009-03-24T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:07:14.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Peace</title><content type='html'>"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay close by my side&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Though this life is hard&lt;br /&gt;I will give you perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of trial&lt;br /&gt;Pain that no one sees&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;I will give you perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never be in need&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not calm the storms around you&lt;br /&gt;You can hide in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burdens that you bear&lt;br /&gt;Offer no relief&lt;br /&gt;Let me bear your load&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will give you perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay close by my side&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never be in need&lt;br /&gt;Though this life is hard&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will always give you perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;I will give you perfect peace&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Words by Laura Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to my heavenly Father who gives me such great peace even when things all around me are not peaceful. He brings us to such a place of peace which causes us to fall on our faces before him just as Moses and Aaron did in the OT. I am in such awe of my Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5115592765190988602?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5115592765190988602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5115592765190988602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5115592765190988602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/5115592765190988602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-peace.html' title='Perfect Peace'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6149527070041394483</id><published>2009-03-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:23:43.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&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-size: medium;"&gt;My heart is so proud. My mind is so unfocused.&lt;br /&gt;I see the things You do through me as great things I have done. And now You gently break me, then lovingly You take me and hold me as my father and mold me as my maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I ask you: "How many times will you pick me up, when I keep on letting you down?&lt;br /&gt;And each time I will fall short of Your glory, how far will forgiveness abound?"&lt;br /&gt;And you answer: " My child, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the pow'r of My daily sufficient grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I may grow weak and feel a bit discouraged, knowing that someone, somewhere could do a better job. For who am I to serve You?I know I don't deserve You. And that's the part that burns in my heart and keeps me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;I ask you: "How many times will you pick me up, when I keep on letting you down?&lt;br /&gt;And each time I will fall short of Your glory, how far will forgiveness abounds?"&lt;br /&gt;And you answer: " My child, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the pow'r of My daily sufficient grace."&lt;br /&gt;You are so patient with me, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk with You, I'm learning what Your grace really means. The price that I could never pay was paid at Calvary. So, instead of trying to repay You, I'm learning to simply obey You&lt;br /&gt;by giving up my life to you For all that You've given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I ask you: "How many times will you pick me up, when I keep on letting you down?&lt;br /&gt;And each time I will fall short of Your glory, how far will forgiveness abounds?"&lt;br /&gt;And you answer: " My child, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the pow'r of My daily sufficient grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words by Laura Story&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/5499514839939999958-6149527070041394483?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6149527070041394483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6149527070041394483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6149527070041394483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6149527070041394483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3205409913712689363</id><published>2009-03-14T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:43:01.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Journey is My Own</title><content type='html'>When I stand before the Lord, I'll be standing alone &lt;br /&gt;This journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;Still I want man's advice, and I need man's approval &lt;br /&gt;This journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want to live for man, and pay the highest price &lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to gain a whole world, only to lose my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of what I do is to make a good impression &lt;br /&gt;This journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;And so much of what I say is to make myself look better &lt;br /&gt;But this journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would I want to live for man, and pay the highest price &lt;br /&gt;And what does it mean to gain a whole world, only to lose my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have never felt relief like I feel it right now &lt;br /&gt;This journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;'cause trying to please the world, it was breaking me down &lt;br /&gt;It was breaking me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I live and I breathe for an audience of one &lt;br /&gt;Now I live and I breathe for an audience of one &lt;br /&gt;Now I live and I breathe for an audience of one &lt;br /&gt;'cause I know this journey is my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would I want to live for man, and pay the highest price &lt;br /&gt;And what does it mean to gain a whole world, only to lose my life &lt;br /&gt;And you can live for someone else, and it will only bring you pain &lt;br /&gt;I can't even judge myself, only the Lord can say, 'Well done.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3205409913712689363?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3205409913712689363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3205409913712689363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3205409913712689363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3205409913712689363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-journey-is-my-own.html' title='This Journey is My Own'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3038637032315075333</id><published>2009-03-11T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:05:57.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard Testimonies</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvDDc5RB6FQ"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to view a very inspiring video. It brought tears to my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3038637032315075333?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3038637032315075333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3038637032315075333&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3038637032315075333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3038637032315075333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/cardboard-testimonies.html' title='Cardboard Testimonies'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-2221847213954295296</id><published>2009-02-28T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:59:44.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise His Name</title><content type='html'>When you're up against a wall &lt;br /&gt;And your mountain seems so tall &lt;br /&gt;And you realize that life's not always fair &lt;br /&gt;You can run away and hide &lt;br /&gt;Let the old man decide &lt;br /&gt;Or you can change your curcumstances with a prayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything falls apart &lt;br /&gt;Praise his name &lt;br /&gt;When you have a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and say &lt;br /&gt;Lord, you're all I need &lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me &lt;br /&gt;And he'll take the pain away &lt;br /&gt;When you feel you're all alone &lt;br /&gt;Praise his name &lt;br /&gt;And you feel all hope is gone &lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and say &lt;br /&gt;Greater is he that is within me &lt;br /&gt;And you can praise the hurt away &lt;br /&gt;If you'll just praise his name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, &lt;br /&gt;You can overcome &lt;br /&gt;By the blood of the lamb &lt;br /&gt;And by the word of your testimony &lt;br /&gt;You'll see the darkness go &lt;br /&gt;As your faith begins to grow &lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, so how can you be lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-2221847213954295296?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2221847213954295296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=2221847213954295296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2221847213954295296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2221847213954295296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/praise-his-name.html' title='Praise His Name'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3611247034498725642</id><published>2009-02-23T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:46:14.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremble - Nichole Nordeman</title><content type='html'>Have I come too casually?&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;There's something I've neglected&lt;br /&gt;How does one approach a Deity&lt;br /&gt;with informality&lt;br /&gt;And still protect the Sacred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you came and chose to wear the skin of all of us&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to forget You left a throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the line gets blurry all the time&lt;br /&gt;Between daily and Divine&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to know the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Face down on the ground do I dare&lt;br /&gt;To take the liberty to stare at you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame to think that I'd appear &lt;br /&gt;Even slightly cavalier&lt;br /&gt;In the matter of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Do I claim this gift You freely gave&lt;br /&gt;As if it were mine to take&lt;br /&gt;With such little hesitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you came and stood among the very least of us&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to forget you left a throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Face down on the ground do I dare&lt;br /&gt;To take the liberty to stare at you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cradle of the grave could not contain Your Divinity&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I oversimplify this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down on the ground do I dare &lt;br /&gt;To take the liberty to stare at you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me &lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3611247034498725642?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3611247034498725642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3611247034498725642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3611247034498725642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3611247034498725642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/tremble-nichole-nordeman.html' title='Tremble - Nichole Nordeman'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-697164510048508970</id><published>2009-02-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:34:43.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Up Arrows</title><content type='html'>March 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being Quiver Full is not having the largest quiver, but trusting God with the right size quiver and each arrow that belongs in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a great quote. While I don't necessarily agree with what she MEANS by this quote it is so true that we must trust the Lord with the "Arrows" (or children) He gives us. We had our couples bible study last night and it was on parenting. There was some great statements in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Arrow is a metaphor for protection - the way you take care of your kids when they're small reflects on the responsibility they will have to take care of you when you get older. (Ps. 127:3-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First you prepare the arrow, than you aim the arrow, than you release it towards the target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children are a gift, a reward and a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children are a gift from God. They are a sacred stewardship temporarily entrusted to parents for the purpose of raising Godly offspring to fulfill God's agenda for this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God isn't nearly as concerned about what our children do as He is about who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ultimately, the American dream is about happiness and God's dream is about holiness. If you focus on your children becoming happy, they will rarely become holy. But if you focus on their being holy they will always become happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you are not the person you want your children to become, the greatest gift and the greatest stewardship you could perform right now is to look into the mirror and say, "if there is anything in my life that I wouldn't want my kids to imitate, Oh God, lets go to work on that together right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They will imitate you, not just your actions, but your attitude, your faith, your heart and your motive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modeling doesn't mean that you got it all together. Modeling is being authentic and real and growing, and it's done in the relationship of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;8 Ways to build relationships that bond (1Thes. 2:7-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give your children unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule time. Get time alone with your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give focused attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give meaningful touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have ongoing communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-697164510048508970?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/697164510048508970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=697164510048508970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/697164510048508970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/697164510048508970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/raising-up-arrows.html' title='Raising Up Arrows'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6607290229148912411</id><published>2009-02-23T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:26:52.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Me,</title><content type='html'>January 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Just something I saw someone else do on a blog. A letter to the past you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Me, &lt;br /&gt;There's just a few things I want to tell you that I wish you would of known ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your butt off the computer and enroll in Boone high school. Join choir, do a few musicals, pursue your talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a job. Like a real job. Ya know, like a waitress or a saleslady or something. Doing a paper route was good, but it didn't get you out into the "real world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should of never ever stayed up on the phone between 3-6am every saturday night. It really made your focus on church awful. I know it was still possible, but the extra sleep would of made it much more meaningful. Not to mention you were talking to a stupid boy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your dreams a little more. Quit being so lazy. Just because you didn't have any friends anymore doesn't mean you had to sit at home all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy being young. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up. It is great having children and a husband, but it could of waited. Go to college, enjoy it, live in the dorms for more than just a year. Appreciate girlfriend time a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, you rock! Way to stay strong!!! and you were really hot too!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6607290229148912411?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6607290229148912411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6607290229148912411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6607290229148912411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6607290229148912411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me,'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4205879464380571659</id><published>2009-02-23T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:20:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say "I am a Christian</title><content type='html'>November 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting "I've been saved!" I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride, I'm confessing that I stumble - needing God to be my guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge I have no authority -- I only know I'm loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4205879464380571659?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4205879464380571659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4205879464380571659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4205879464380571659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4205879464380571659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I say &quot;I am a Christian'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4096861997501765084</id><published>2009-02-23T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:18:38.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Alone</title><content type='html'>October 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone will I glory&lt;br /&gt;Though I could pride myself in battles won&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been blessed beyond measure&lt;br /&gt;And by His strength alone I’ll overcome&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could stop and count successes like diamonds in my hands&lt;br /&gt;But those trophies could not equal to the grace by which I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;br /&gt;In every victory&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;My source of strength&lt;br /&gt;My source of hope&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone do I glory&lt;br /&gt;For only by His grace I am redeemed&lt;br /&gt;For only His tender mercy&lt;br /&gt;Could reach beyond my weakness to my need&lt;br /&gt;And now I seek no greater honor in just to know Him more&lt;br /&gt;And to count my gains but losses to the glory of my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;br /&gt;In every victory&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;My source of strength&lt;br /&gt;My source of hope&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4096861997501765084?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4096861997501765084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4096861997501765084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4096861997501765084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4096861997501765084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-christ-alone.html' title='In Christ Alone'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3339838118629260561</id><published>2009-02-23T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:12:38.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East to West</title><content type='html'>August 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Lord, and I'm drowning in your sea of forgetfulness &lt;br /&gt;The chains of yesterday surround me&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for peace and rest&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up where You found me&lt;br /&gt;And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know You've cast my sin as far as the east is from the west&lt;br /&gt;And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned&lt;br /&gt;But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of Your mercy I find rest&lt;br /&gt;'cause You know just how far the east is from the west&lt;br /&gt;From one scarred hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You've washed me white, turned my darkness into light&lt;br /&gt;I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night&lt;br /&gt;I can't live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding on to You, but You're holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;You're holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to see the man I've been come rising up in me again&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of Your mercy I find rest&lt;br /&gt;'cause You know just how far the east is from the west&lt;br /&gt;From one scarred hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;One scarred hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;From one scarred hand to the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3339838118629260561?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3339838118629260561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=3339838118629260561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3339838118629260561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/3339838118629260561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/east-to-west.html' title='East to West'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6426638723464440327</id><published>2009-02-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:06:52.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Who I Was</title><content type='html'>May 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you how&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;I used to be mad at you&lt;br /&gt;A little on the hurt side too&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my way around&lt;br /&gt;To forgiving you&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago&lt;br /&gt;But I never got to tell you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found us in a photograph&lt;br /&gt;I saw me and I had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;You were there, you were right above me&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you ever loved me&lt;br /&gt;Just for who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pain came back again&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitter friend&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I could do&lt;br /&gt;To keep myself from blaming you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;I figured out I can sing&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;I write about love and such&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'cause I want it so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe I&lt;br /&gt;I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;I am not the same&lt;br /&gt;But I never did forget your name&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing I find most amazing&lt;br /&gt;In amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Is the chance to give it out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you how&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6426638723464440327?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6426638723464440327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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There has been so many times where I felt so weak that I couldn't even go on. So many times I felt as though I was just "surviving" or perhaps that Jesus was carrying me through as I couldn't do it on my own. Through all the things I've faced in my life, this has been the greatest and most difficult of them all.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my husband and I watched the movie "Facing the Giants" with tears streaming down our face for almost most the movie. We could relate so much to the husband and wife as they sat there and said "what are you doing God?" We could relate to the pain, and confusion and fear. As the movie continued the couch made out a plain which was most definately what God's plan IS for our lives. We'll praise Him if we win and we'll praise Him if we lose. We live our life ALL FOR THE GLORY OF GOD! Many times in the last month I've felt like the team captain and Christ has been my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KEEP GOING KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. It hurts. I can't move"&lt;br /&gt;"KEEP GOING! ONE MORE STEP!! KEEP GOING!! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's too painful. I can't do it."&lt;br /&gt;"KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING!! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior reminds me in the new testament that He will NEVER EVER leave me or forsake me. And that with God ALLL things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is impossible with God? I'm hear to testify my dear friends that NOTHING is impossible with GOD our Savior and LORD JESUS CHRIST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-1707549681206862754?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1707549681206862754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=1707549681206862754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/1707549681206862754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/1707549681206862754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/facing-my-giant.html' title='Facing My Giant'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-3759647220795322560</id><published>2009-02-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:34:19.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11, 2006</title><content type='html'>So here I am as if crushed;&lt;br /&gt;pressed on all sides by&lt;br /&gt;such massive grief&lt;br /&gt;which rolls mightily o'er my soul,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; forces thousands of tears&lt;br /&gt;to lunge out from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever felt before&lt;br /&gt;the measure of pain I do&lt;br /&gt;in these days.&lt;br /&gt;I am devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my mourning seems to multiply day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Where is gladness today?&lt;br /&gt;Where is joy?&lt;br /&gt;Have they indeed forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;My hope falters greatly.&lt;br /&gt;My faith is beaten down&lt;br /&gt;&amp; kicked over with dirt.&lt;br /&gt;I am in ashes &amp; bitter is my weeping.&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I go &amp; what can I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else but wait for You?&lt;br /&gt;For You have the words of life&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in Your hand there is healing.&lt;br /&gt;O, speak the word&lt;br /&gt;&amp; lay Your hand on me.&lt;br /&gt;Please bring times of refreshing &amp; restore to me great joyous smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3759647220795322560?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-7374813882339978474</id><published>2009-02-14T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:32:47.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring The Rain</title><content type='html'>I can count a million times&lt;br /&gt;People asking me how I&lt;br /&gt;Can praise You with all that &lt;br /&gt;I've gone through&lt;br /&gt;The question just amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Can circumstances possibly&lt;br /&gt;Change who I forever am in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since my life was changed&lt;br /&gt;Long before these rainy days&lt;br /&gt;It's never really ever crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;To turn my back on you, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;My only shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;But instead I draw closer through these times&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me joy, bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings &lt;br /&gt;You glory And I know there'll &lt;br /&gt;be days When this life brings me pain&lt;br /&gt;But if that's what it takes to &lt;br /&gt;praise You Jesus, bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours regardless of the clouds that may &lt;br /&gt;loom above because you are much greater than &lt;br /&gt;my pain you who made a way for me suffering &lt;br /&gt;your destiny so tell me whats a little rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1st Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;is the lord God almighty&lt;br /&gt;is the lord God almighty&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever singing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-7374813882339978474?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to stumble when I'm already on my knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class ... Read More hatreds.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot establish security on borrowed money.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative and independence.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William J. H. Boetcker, 1916 (often attributed to Lincoln)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never see the bad days in a photo album, but those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next." &lt;br /&gt;Just Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One should exercise mercy, for we are all made of the dough of which prostitutes and fornicators are made. If we stand, we stand by grace alone; otherwise our piety stands on a wisp of straw and soon collapses." -Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose some would say that I am sheltering my kids and that I can't shelter them forever...but to that I say...Yes I am, and I can try! I don't intend to shelter them forever, but I also I don't see any harm in sheltering them a little bit...just because other kids their age know way more than they should and see more than they can understand it doesn't mean that I have to follow the world's example and do the same. I will not shelter them in every way forever...but for now they are young and I want to do my best to protect their hearts and their minds until they are mature enough to do that for themselves." Jessica D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we have hope we are a prisoner of no one." Tale of Despereaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some say grief is the strongest emotion, but I'm here to tell you it is FORGIVENESS." Tale of Despereaux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-2138815190101195569?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2138815190101195569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=2138815190101195569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2138815190101195569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/2138815190101195569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspiring-quotes.html' title='Inspiring Quotes'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-7475702912944125694</id><published>2009-02-07T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:03:40.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February 4th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Tomlin - I Will Rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a peace I've come to know&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart and flesh may fail&lt;br /&gt;There's an anchor for my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can say "It is well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has overcome&lt;br /&gt;And the grave is overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The victory is won&lt;br /&gt;He is risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;And I will rise when&lt;br /&gt;He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise on eagles' wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God fall on my knees And rise&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a day that's drawing near&lt;br /&gt;When this darkness breaks to light&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows disappear&lt;br /&gt;And my faith shall be my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has overcome&lt;br /&gt;And the grave is overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The victory is won&lt;br /&gt;He is risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;And I will rise when&lt;br /&gt;He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise on eagles' wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God fall on my knees And rise&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the voice of&lt;br /&gt;many angels sing, &lt;br /&gt;"Worthy is the Lamb"&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the cry of&lt;br /&gt;every longing heart, &lt;br /&gt;"Worthy is the Lamb" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;And I will rise when&lt;br /&gt;He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise on eagles' wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God fall on my knees And rise&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-7475702912944125694?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7475702912944125694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=7475702912944125694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/7475702912944125694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/7475702912944125694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-rise.html' title='I Will Rise'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-7153935376146163252</id><published>2009-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:02:07.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Groves Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January 19th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Might be Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You do your work the best that you can &lt;br /&gt;you put one foot in front of the other &lt;br /&gt;life comes in waves and makes it's demands &lt;br /&gt;you hold on as well as your able &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been here for a long long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope has a way of turning it's face to you &lt;br /&gt;just when you least expect it &lt;br /&gt;you walk in a room &lt;br /&gt;you look out a window &lt;br /&gt;and something there leaves you breathless &lt;br /&gt;you say to yourself &lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since I felt this &lt;br /&gt;but it feels like it might be hope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to recall what blew out the flame &lt;br /&gt;it's been dark since you can remember &lt;br /&gt;you talk it all through to find it a name &lt;br /&gt;as days go on by without number &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been here for a long long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope has a way of turning it's face to you &lt;br /&gt;just when you least expect it &lt;br /&gt;you walk in a room &lt;br /&gt;you look out a window &lt;br /&gt;and something there leaves you breathless &lt;br /&gt;you say to yourself &lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since I felt this &lt;br /&gt;but it feels like it might be hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Joy in the Long Defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have joined the long defeat&lt;br /&gt;that falling set in motion&lt;br /&gt;and all my strength and energy&lt;br /&gt;are raindrops in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so conditioned for the win&lt;br /&gt;to share in victor's stories&lt;br /&gt;but in the place of ambition's din&lt;br /&gt;i have heard of other glories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pray for an idea&lt;br /&gt;and a way i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;it's too heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;and impossible to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't just fight when i think i'll win&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of all belief&lt;br /&gt;and nothing has provoked it more&lt;br /&gt;than a possible defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk a while we sit and rest&lt;br /&gt;we lay it on the altar&lt;br /&gt;i won't pretend to know what's next&lt;br /&gt;but what i have i've offered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pray for a vision&lt;br /&gt;and a way i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;it's too heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;and impossible to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pray for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and a way i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;it's too heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;and impossible to leave&lt;br /&gt;it's too heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;and i will never leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-7153935376146163252?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7153935376146163252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=7153935376146163252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/7153935376146163252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/7153935376146163252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/sara-groves-songs.html' title='Sara Groves Songs'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-512546965561431993</id><published>2009-02-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:00:38.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Patient My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January 18th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This use to be a neat reminder for me daily to be fully satisfied in HIM alone when I was single. My good friend Beth read this at her wedding, and it reminded me of it. It is definately something I can cling to and be patient knowing that someday my "love" will be fully restored with my husband once we are fully restored to CHRIST. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Patient My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves to someone - to have a deep soul relationship with another, to be loved thoroughly, and exclusively, but God, to a Christian says, "No, not until you are satisfied and fulfilled and content with being in love with Me alone - with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone, discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found, will you be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have prepared for you. You will never be united with another until you are united with Me, exclusive of anything or anyone else, exclusive of any other desires or longings. I want you to stop planning - stop wishing and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing - one you cannot imagine. I want you to have the best. Please allow me to bring it to you. You just wait. You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things - keep experiencing that satisfaction that I am. Keep listening and learning the things I tell you. You just wait. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be anxious. Don't worry. Don't look around at the things other have gotten or that I have given them. Don't look at the things you want. You just keep looking off and away up to Me or you'll miss what I want to show you. And then, when you are ready, I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than anything you would dream of. You see, until you are ready, ( I am working even at this very moment to have both of you ready at the same time) until you are both satisfied exclusively with me and the life I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have planned for you, you wont be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me, and this is perfect love. And dear one, I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me, the everlasting union of beauty, perfection, and the love that I offer you with myself. Know that I love you utterly - I am God. Believe and be satisfied."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-512546965561431993?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/512546965561431993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=512546965561431993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/512546965561431993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/512546965561431993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-patient-my-love.html' title='Be Patient My Love'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-510553370981052193</id><published>2009-02-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:58:46.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Firm A Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December 28th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!&lt;br /&gt;What more can He say than to you He hath said—&lt;br /&gt;To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,&lt;br /&gt;For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,&lt;br /&gt;Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,&lt;br /&gt;The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;&lt;br /&gt;For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless,&lt;br /&gt;And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,&lt;br /&gt;My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;&lt;br /&gt;The flame shall not harm thee; I only design&lt;br /&gt;Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,&lt;br /&gt;I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;&lt;br /&gt;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-510553370981052193?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/510553370981052193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=510553370981052193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/510553370981052193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/510553370981052193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-firm-foundation.html' title='How Firm A Foundation'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-9112783021754950689</id><published>2009-02-07T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:55:50.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December 16th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;"My future and all to which I relate&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied again, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .&lt;br /&gt;and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;I could give all you seek and pleased you would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;The glow of my comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;From an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-9112783021754950689?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9112783021754950689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=9112783021754950689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/9112783021754950689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/9112783021754950689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-6342535732550333089</id><published>2009-02-07T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:49:43.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October 26th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abba (Daddy) I need you to hold me in your arms and take this pain away. Your love for me is so amazing and so much more than I can fathem. When I sleep at night the nightmares come, but Daddy, the God of the universe I know you are there when I awake. You comfort me. Through the Holy Spirit my thoughts can be made captive. You quinch my thirst when I am thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover: The lover of my soul, I turn my eyes to you and look fully on your face. When I fix my eyes on you, the author and perfector of my faith, you bring my a joy that you had even when you endured the cross. I long to be one with you in the deepest way humanly possible. You're beautiful beyond description. Far too marvelous for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior, your grace is sufficient for me. I am like the prodigal son who sins and comes running back to you. I hate this broken, sinful heart of mine so much I could vomit. You, my Savior, wash me clean and make me white as snow. Thank you for taking my sins and nailing it to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision, oh Lord of my heart. Not anyone else but you. Be my wisdom and help me to teach that wisdom to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your death on the cross. Thank you for bearing all that pain so that our Father in heaven will be glorified. To God be all the glory forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My redeemer, you give me a grace that I can not describe. You've shown me a mercy that is so amazing. I long for the day when I see you face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6342535732550333089?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6342535732550333089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6342535732550333089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6342535732550333089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6342535732550333089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-heart-of-worship.html' title='My Heart of Worship'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4169302136847959456</id><published>2009-02-07T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:44:37.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can You Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July 20th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about grieving the DEATH of a husband, but the grief I am experiancing is VERY similiar and this describes exactly how I am feeling many many times. I did a little editing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU CAN HELP ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please talk about my loved one, even though he is not here. It is more comforting to cry than to pretend that he does not exist. I need to talk about him, and I need to do it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with my agitation. Nothing feels secure in my world. Get comfortable with my crying. Sadness hits me in waves, and I never know when my tears may flow. Just sit with me in silence and hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon me with the excuse that you don't want to upset me. You can't catch my grief. My world is painful, and when you are too afraid to call me or visit or say anything, you isolate me at a time when I most need to be cared about. If you don't know what to say, just come over, give me a hug or touch my arm, and gently say, "I'm sorry." You can even say, "I just don't know what to say, but I care, and want you to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I look good does not mean that I feel good. Ask me how I feel only if you really have time to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not strong. I'm just numb. When you tell me I am strong, I feel that you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not recover. This is not a cold or the flu. I'm not sick. I'm grieving and that's different. My grieving may only begin 6 months after he left. Don't think that I will be over it in a year. For I am not only grieving his sin, but also the person I was when I was with him, the life that we shared, the plans we had for watching our children and grandchildren grow, the places we will never get to go together, and the hopes and dreams that will never come true. My whole world has crumbled and I will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not always be grieving as intensely, but I will never forget my loved one and rather than recover, I want to incorporate his life and love into the rest of my life. He is a part of me and always will be, and sometimes I will remember him with joy and other times with a tear. Both are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me what I should be doing, then I feel even more lost and alone. I feel badly enough that my marriage is failing, so please don't make it worse by telling me I'm not doing this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me I can find someone else or that I need to start dating again or even that I should get a divorce. I'm not ready. And maybe I don't want to. And besides, what makes you think people are replaceable? They aren't. Whoever comes after will always be someone different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand what you mean when you say, "You've got to get on with your life." My life is going on, I've been forced to take on many new responsibilities and roles. It may not look the way you think it should. This will take time and I will never be my old self again. So please, just love me as I am today, and know that with your love and support, the joy will slowly return to my life. But I will never forget and there will always be times that I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you care about me. I need to feel your touch, your hugs. I need you just to be with me, and I need to be with you. I need to know you believe in me and in my ability to get through my grief in my own way, and in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say, "Call me if you need anything." I'll never call you because I have no idea what I need. Trying to figure out what you could do for me takes more energy than I have. So, in advance, let me give you some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Bring food or a movie over to watch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) Send me a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Ask me more than once to join you at a movie or lunch or dinner. I may say no at first or even for a while, but please don't give up on me because somewhere down the line, I may be ready, and if you've given up then I really will be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(d) Understand how difficult it is for me to be surrounded by couples, to walk into events alone, to go home alone, to feel out of place in the same situations where I used to feel so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me now - or think that I'm behaving strangely. Remember I'm grieving. I may even be in shock. I am afraid. I may feel deep rage. I may even feel guilty. But above all, I hurt. I'm experiencing a pain unlike any I've ever felt before and one that can't be imagined by anyone who has not walked in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if you think I'm getting better and then suddenly I seem to slip backward. Grief makes me behave this way at times. And please don't tell me you know how I feel, or that it's time for me to get on with my life. What I need now is time to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all thank you for being my friend. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for caring. Thank you for helping, for understanding. Thank you for praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember in the days or years ahead, after your loss - when you need me as I have needed you - I will understand. And then I will come and be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4169302136847959456?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4169302136847959456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=4169302136847959456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4169302136847959456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/4169302136847959456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-can-you-help-me.html' title='How Can You Help Me'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-2375412987944441514</id><published>2009-02-07T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:42:57.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do They See Jesus In Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July 10th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the face that I see in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;the one I want others to see &lt;br /&gt;Do I show in the way that I walk in my life &lt;br /&gt;The love that You've given to me &lt;br /&gt;My heart's desire is to be like You &lt;br /&gt;In all that I do, all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they see Jesus In Me &lt;br /&gt;Do they recognize Your face &lt;br /&gt;Do I communicate Your love, and Your grace &lt;br /&gt;Do I reflect who You are &lt;br /&gt;In the way I choose to be &lt;br /&gt;Do they see Jesus In Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that you'd ever use me &lt;br /&gt;But use me the way You will &lt;br /&gt;Help me to hold out a heart of &lt;br /&gt;compassionate grace &lt;br /&gt;A heart that You're spirit fills &lt;br /&gt;May I show forgiveness and mercy &lt;br /&gt;The same way You've shown it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to show all the world who You are &lt;br /&gt;The reason I live and breathe &lt;br /&gt;So You'll be the One that they see &lt;br /&gt;When they see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-2375412987944441514?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-4170846021286696082</id><published>2009-02-07T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:39:42.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcelain Heart</title><content type='html'>Broken heart&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Pick yourself up&lt;br /&gt;Why even cry&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how you'll make it whole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;You know You pray&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the way&lt;br /&gt;You cry You say&lt;br /&gt;Some thing's gotta change&lt;br /&gt;And mend this porcelain heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Of mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said "A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Would sting at first then make you stronger"&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why this pain remains&lt;br /&gt;Were hearts made whole just to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator only you take brokenness&lt;br /&gt;And create it into beauty once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You know You pray &lt;br /&gt;This can't be the way&lt;br /&gt;You cry You say &lt;br /&gt;Some thing's gotta change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know You pray &lt;br /&gt;This can't be the way &lt;br /&gt;You cry You say &lt;br /&gt;Some thing's gotta change&lt;br /&gt;And mend this porcelain heart&lt;br /&gt;Please mend this porcelain heart &lt;br /&gt;Of mine of mine Creator mend this heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-4170846021286696082?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4170846021286696082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-5310080481705631381</id><published>2009-02-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:38:45.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Verses</title><content type='html'>2Cor. 12:9-10&lt;br /&gt;But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:4-5 &lt;br /&gt;"Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, &lt;br /&gt;"Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. &lt;br /&gt;What can man do to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 2:20&lt;br /&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:6-8&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 27:14&lt;br /&gt;"Wait on the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;Be of good courage, &lt;br /&gt;And He shall strengthen your heart; &lt;br /&gt;Wait, I say, on the LORD!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-5310080481705631381?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5310080481705631381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=5310080481705631381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May 7th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry Out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's lost someone they love long before it was their time&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the days you had were not enough when you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of the people with burdens and pains keeping you back from your life&lt;br /&gt;You believe that there's nothing and there is no one who can make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on&lt;br /&gt;They've lost all of their faith in love&lt;br /&gt;And they've done all they can to make it right again&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains&lt;br /&gt;You try to give up, but you come back again&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you're not alone in your shame and your suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're lonely, and it feels like the whole world is falling on you&lt;br /&gt;You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus, cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the widow who suffers from being alone, wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the children around the world without a home&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, cry out to Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-1799497885075255662?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' 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scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not lived a life that boasts of anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't take pride in what I bring&lt;br /&gt;But I'll build an altar with&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;The rubble that You've found me in&lt;br /&gt;And every stone will sing&lt;br /&gt;Of what You can redeem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me forget&lt;br /&gt;Everything You've done for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me forget&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-6587968310590699508?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6587968310590699508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=6587968310590699508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6587968310590699508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/6587968310590699508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/heal-wound.html' title='Heal The Wound'/><author><name>Regan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095821999592058665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjEaCxej52A/SY3kdOH_fLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Po_6RB2Nwp4/S220/n508156766_5448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499514839939999958.post-8731298484592253448</id><published>2009-02-07T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:28:54.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Giveth More Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April 9th, 2008&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;&lt;br /&gt;He sendeth more strenth when the labors increase.&lt;br /&gt;To added affliction He addeth His mercy;&lt;br /&gt;To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.&lt;br /&gt;His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,&lt;br /&gt;His power has no bundary know unto men;&lt;br /&gt;For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!&lt;br /&gt;When we have exhausted our store of endurance,&lt;br /&gt;When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,&lt;br /&gt;Our Father's full giving is only begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise be to GOD!! To HIM be the Glory!!! I thank you my Savior, for this storm you are putting me through. May you and I grow closer, may we have a renewed relationship, may we be one as you and your Father are one. I pray that each moment of every hour I can find peace and comfort in You, my Rest.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-8731298484592253448?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8731298484592253448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499514839939999958&amp;postID=8731298484592253448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8731298484592253448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499514839939999958/posts/default/8731298484592253448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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every change, He faithful will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend&lt;br /&gt;Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake&lt;br /&gt;To guide the future, as He has the past.&lt;br /&gt;Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;&lt;br /&gt;All now mysterious shall be bright at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know&lt;br /&gt;His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,&lt;br /&gt;And all is darkened in the vale of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,&lt;br /&gt;Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay&lt;br /&gt;From His own fullness all He takes away.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on&lt;br /&gt;When we shall be forever with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past&lt;br /&gt;All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise&lt;br /&gt;On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,&lt;br /&gt;So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine&lt;br /&gt;Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-2271211602696920280?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2271211602696920280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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not be the way I would have chosen &lt;br /&gt;When you lead me through a world that's not my home &lt;br /&gt;But You never said it would be easy &lt;br /&gt;You only said I'd never go alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya oh oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So When the whole world turns against me &lt;br /&gt;And I'm all by myself &lt;br /&gt;And I can't hear You answer my cries for help &lt;br /&gt;I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through &lt;br /&gt;And I go through the valley If You want me to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499514839939999958-3112996370616454999?l=throughthisfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughthisfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3112996370616454999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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