<?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-5881340500848721573</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:06:32.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Ann</title><subtitle type='html'>Just my humble ramblings of childhood memories, thoughts and desires, wishes and hopes, and most importantly my relationship with Jesus, who opened the door for me to know my Maker, my Heavenly Father.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-1633252621356644864</id><published>2010-08-06T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:50:04.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're going to heaven? oh ok... NEXT PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>Why focus ONLY on heaven and souls? Aren't there more important things? Don't get me wrong, a person coming to know the Lord through the redeeming grace of Jesus is awesome! But what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You preach the gospel. Thousands are saved. Who's next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That can't be the right mindset to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can hear in my head is, "What about me?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus chased after His disciples. Typically, you went to a rabbi and ASKED to follow Him. Jesus was so radically different, He pursued his followers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God chased after the Israelites. He chases after us. He sent Jesus for us. He loves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like get 'em, and bag 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're happy because you've done your job. moving right along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is it? Your job I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the world should be won over with a passionate love so full of sincerity they can't help but come to know the Lord. They are overwhelmed with a passion that is towards them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is going to sound awful, but I feel neglected by my "Christian" friends on a constant basis. Call me selfish, or narcissistic, but I hate that I am not encouraged with any depth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like everything is superficial and shallow. I want something DEEPER. I'm tired of the milk. That's for babies. I am an adult. I need something more substantial. But I feel like I have no one to help take me there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems too busy with saving the lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The found need help too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can't be ONLY about getting people to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that life is so much more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that God desires us to live a life in His will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that honestly doesn't always mean living a life of "doing" things for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can sometimes mean cooking supper for your family even when you're too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means seeing a friend from highschool say F*** God, and totally understanding why he feels that way. Because one day you found yourself saying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's identifying with the hurt of everyone around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do that, you have to be apart of LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life isn't preaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in the will of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His will is to LIVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said be fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be fruitful. Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-1633252621356644864?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/1633252621356644864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=1633252621356644864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1633252621356644864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1633252621356644864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-going-to-heaven-oh-ok-next-please.html' title='You&apos;re going to heaven? oh ok... NEXT PLEASE.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-1595825877527586728</id><published>2009-03-28T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:06:15.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why can't I feel You?&lt;br /&gt;You said You won't leave,&lt;br /&gt;And yes I believe!&lt;br /&gt;But why won't You come near?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be in fear?&lt;br /&gt;Did I displease You, my only Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to separate us?!&lt;br /&gt;Examine my heart, and bring to light&lt;br /&gt;All of the wrongs that have been done tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest places of me...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Your child...&lt;br /&gt;For I know I am Redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess with my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;Aloud for You to hear...&lt;br /&gt;I know You are crying...&lt;br /&gt;For me to repent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am crying for you to draw near.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, my God...&lt;br /&gt;Make me righteous in Your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Give wisdom to this humble child...&lt;br /&gt;I pray! I pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, please forgive me, I know not what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Please wash me and fill me with Your Holy, Precious Son.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the wisest, the strongest, or the bravest...&lt;br /&gt;But I will be a light for Your glory, until all my days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is so sweet... surrendered at the throne.&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus, My Jesus... Your Light has been shown.&lt;br /&gt;Now, wash me and make me whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lord, whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-1595825877527586728?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/1595825877527586728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=1595825877527586728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1595825877527586728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1595825877527586728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-8093248743654555471</id><published>2009-03-26T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:48:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life recently...</title><content type='html'>so, there have been some incredibly amazing things happen to me in the past two weeks. All since we got back from the beach. My life has taken a turn I did not see coming. When I dwell on it for too long, my mind starts coming up with crazy scenarios and I get so nervous I want to cry. But the possibilities are endless. and the truth of the matter is: that scares the crap out of me. My life will take an entirely different direction from where I thought God was wanting me to go. I was so sure that this is what He wanted, but now I'm not so sure. My mind is completely confused... I've been thinking too much. Tomorrow, however, will be a day that goes down in my history books. We'll see where God leads me. This honestly makes my cry... I can't believe it... why me? I am so unworthy... I don't deserve this... What do I do? I am so blessed. Jesus rocks my world... He still provides for me, even when I neglect Him. He is my only lover... others will come and go: they have. But He will never leave me! I am His beautiful bride! Someday... someday... :) Give me peace, Lord. All I want is you! "I am so in love with you! There is nothing else I choose! You've stolen my heart!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-8093248743654555471?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/8093248743654555471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=8093248743654555471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8093248743654555471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8093248743654555471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-recently.html' title='Life recently...'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-7737097768462012673</id><published>2009-02-14T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:48:00.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>44 ODD Things about Me. :)</title><content type='html'>44 ODD Things about you!&lt;br /&gt;Fill this out, learn 44 things about your friends, and let them learn 44 things about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like Bleu Cheese?&lt;br /&gt;mhm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor of Kool Aid was your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Grape, Blue Raspberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;they're not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;br /&gt;White Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;eh, not a big jewelry person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your favorite shoe?&lt;br /&gt;flip-flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name 3 thoughts you have at this moment:&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Kristyn and Brian on 280 tonight, where do I want to eat, and one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;br /&gt;water, tea, milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;test monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;noen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;WORSHIPPING! :) It was amazing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, really. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name three people who will complete this?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What color shirt are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;I have on a black dress-like shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like sleeping on Satin sheets?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;will Johnny Depp be there? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer singing in the car over singing in the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite Girl's Name?&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Brian. ha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br /&gt;the flowery ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Worst injury you've ever had as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I went over a ramp on my bike and landed on my face. it was pretty bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you love where you live?&lt;br /&gt;eh, it's not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much the loudest of my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How many dogs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;I love the books of Song of Solomon and James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;kit kat bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Favorite Sports Team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALABAMA CRIMSON TIDE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;haha, something CRUNK! :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-7737097768462012673?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/7737097768462012673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=7737097768462012673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7737097768462012673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7737097768462012673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/44-odd-things-about-me.html' title='44 ODD Things about Me. :)'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6140524559547493589</id><published>2009-02-05T23:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:02:50.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplative...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; "&gt;sometimes i feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i do give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;only God could love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;sinner that i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;life is pointless without Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;why live if God is not God of all gods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;if He were a god i could hold in my hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;what good would He be as God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He is a God who holds me in His hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He is mighty and powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;majestic, filled with glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;all glory, honor, power should go to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He is my prayer in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He is my hope, my strength, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Without Him i am nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i cannot begin to describe how much i hate being ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;it pisses me off like nothing else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;you call me names, act childish, be ridiculously stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;that's fine. i'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;you ignore me... dude it's on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;when you ignore me, i take that as a sign of disrespect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;if you respect someone, you will listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want Your heartbeat, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to see the things you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart cries out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, Your compassion never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;stubbornness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;honorable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;or selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;both, i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm stubborn in that i refuse to be like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;you know those northface jackets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i will never own one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone has one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want to be like everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;the definition of compassion in the dictionary should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;that is the story of His life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't understand, how He did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He died an ugly death for people who would hate Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;why would He do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;He has compassion on man-kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;blows my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe in giving everyone the benefit of the doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ gives second chances, third chances, fourth chances, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i refuse to make snap judgements based solely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;on what i see on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;there is ALWAYS more than what meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i have learned from experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;who i am to act like i know everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;ha. i am stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;who am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;kelly ann bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;but loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;and because i'm loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;i become significant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&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/5881340500848721573-6140524559547493589?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6140524559547493589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6140524559547493589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6140524559547493589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6140524559547493589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/contemplative.html' title='contemplative...'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6232076247228011082</id><published>2009-02-05T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:31:20.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloaded</title><content type='html'>Wrote this about 7 months ago. July 15, 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my world starts crashing in &lt;br /&gt;and everything that is familiar to me dissapeares&lt;br /&gt; when everyone just doesn't understand &lt;br /&gt;everything that's important to me.&lt;br /&gt; When I become overloaded...&lt;br /&gt; all I can do is look to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;He is the calm in my storm.&lt;br /&gt; He is the peace in this crazy world. &lt;br /&gt;all I can do is fall on my knees and just simply trust Him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-6232076247228011082?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6232076247228011082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6232076247228011082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6232076247228011082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6232076247228011082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/overloaded.html' title='Overloaded'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-4275722577982764796</id><published>2009-02-02T23:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:30:36.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting with Joy.</title><content type='html'>if you just open your eyes, you'll see God in every thing that happens in your life. When you look for Him, you see His blessings EVERYWHERE! On my way to class today it was POURING rain. I prayed and asked God to stop the rain just long enough for me to walk to class without getting drenched. I also asked Him to open up a parking place CLOSE. Guess what? The rain stopped BEFORE I got there, and I spotted a place to park as I was driving up. I know you might be thinking, "Kelly, that's ridiculous." But I don't believe in coincidences, I believe that God can move this earth whichever way He pleases, and His timing is perfect for His children. :) I love my Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-4275722577982764796?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/4275722577982764796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=4275722577982764796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4275722577982764796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4275722577982764796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/bursting-with-joy.html' title='Bursting with Joy.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6180567943593733802</id><published>2009-02-02T01:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:37:43.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was thinking, "I don't understand..." What don't I understand? I don't understand how some people are so easily accepted and other's aren't. Why is it that the pretty face is soon everyone's best friend? What about the other girl? The girl with all the passion and authenticity, works her butt off, does her job, and does not always speak aloud her feelings, but is so eager to be a friend. Why is she always the last to form a friendship? And why do even those friendships have some distance in them? And that is what led to this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Why should I even bother loving someone and showing them the love of Christ if I'm only going to be rejected? Why put myself through that?" God just gave me this simple answer. (He's cool like that). Look what Jesus went through. He knew He would be rejected. He knew who would accept Him as Lord and who wouldn't. That didn't stop Him. He still died on the cross: for the world, and for the men who hammered the nails into his hands and feet. He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; loved them. He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; reached out to them. He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; died for them, knowing they would kill Him. &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/5881340500848721573-6180567943593733802?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6180567943593733802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6180567943593733802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6180567943593733802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6180567943593733802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-night-thought.html' title='Late night thought.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3782837026319513463</id><published>2009-02-01T14:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:51:49.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;This confu​ses me. Why do peopl​e care if Jessi​ca Simps​on gaine​d weigh​t or not. God forbi​d she actua​lly weigh​ anyth​ing.​ She has to be a tooth​pick.​ No wonde​r so many girls​ have eatin​g disor​ders.​ Stupi​d media​.​ Who cares​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5881340500848721573-3782837026319513463?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3782837026319513463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3782837026319513463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3782837026319513463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3782837026319513463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-actually-feel-sorry-for-her.html' title='Thought for the day.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-2083171130717486277</id><published>2009-01-31T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:24:55.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*Transparency*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/31/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Look through the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Shallowness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Look again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tell me what do you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Profoundness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Same window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Different days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hypocritical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Isn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is there judgement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I look through the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I see the same things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So look through my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A heart that is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Day in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Knows the Lord's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But ignores His commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Listens to the devil's whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Falls into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Remembers her first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Falls in to embrace the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Restoration in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For you to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kelly Bean © 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5881340500848721573-2083171130717486277?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/2083171130717486277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-752395148555128474</id><published>2009-01-18T22:45:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:52:11.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Awakens Passion in Me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yesterday, December 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy - the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- President Franklin D. Roosevelt -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQfdgVu89I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cy6yqugIzy0/s1600-h/pearl_harbor_attack_resized510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQfdgVu89I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cy6yqugIzy0/s320/pearl_harbor_attack_resized510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890053824934866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The time for compromise has now passed, and the South is determined to maintain her position, and make all who oppose her smell Southern powder and feel Southern steel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Jefferson Davis, Inaugural Speeach - February 16, 1861&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQfdkAmhAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bIaSwGIqYv4/s1600-h/Battle_Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQfdkAmhAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bIaSwGIqYv4/s320/Battle_Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890054810043394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We may be annihilated, but we cannot be conquered."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-General Albert Sidney Johnston, CSA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQXY-mQM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/0pzCa9hWwtk/s1600-h/700980528_929ca50ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQXY-mQM3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/0pzCa9hWwtk/s320/700980528_929ca50ae4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292881179954918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;September 11, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day the world stopped turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJfd-wmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/unCWDwEuw2c/s1600-h/Tribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJfd-wmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/unCWDwEuw2c/s320/Tribute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292878714877428322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William Eisengrein, George Johnson, and Daniel McWilliams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is hope, strength, bravery, and loyalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJZ6omcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qECuuDYLphg/s1600-h/firemen_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJZ6omcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qECuuDYLphg/s320/firemen_flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292878713386998210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJPIZjLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/D3IuQghyrag/s1600-h/tornado%26lightning.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQVJPIZjLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/D3IuQghyrag/s320/tornado%26lightning.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292878710491942066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alabama v. Auburn 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crimson Victory 36-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glenn Coffee - 144 yard rush touchdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He gallops into the clash of arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He mocks at fear, and is not frightened;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor does he turn back from the sword. The quiver rattles against him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the glittering spear and javelin. He devours the distance with fierceness and rage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Job 39:21-24~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMoIOOkdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kkc_CRscJu4/s1600-h/a016c435-2202-4d38-aefc-f466604ed820_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMoIOOkdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kkc_CRscJu4/s320/a016c435-2202-4d38-aefc-f466604ed820_mn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869345608634834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Lee Greenwood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, Washington D.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMoDASdoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gkFOEV7aOVs/s1600-h/497072802_2a2db19050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMoDASdoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gkFOEV7aOVs/s320/497072802_2a2db19050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869344207992450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alabama v. Georgia 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crimson Victory 26-23 OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glen Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMn-56GaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HvoMjlIUgms/s1600-h/76962785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMn-56GaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HvoMjlIUgms/s320/76962785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869343107488162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O Lord my God, You are very great: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are clothed with honor and majesty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You laid the foundations of the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so that it should not be moved forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 104:1,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMn5j7itI/AAAAAAAAADw/sEfoBKqTvPg/s1600-h/mountain-and-trees-394910-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMn5j7itI/AAAAAAAAADw/sEfoBKqTvPg/s320/mountain-and-trees-394910-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869341673130706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMnhE0YPI/AAAAAAAAADo/mcSzvCQOCRU/s1600-h/asian-elephant-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQMnhE0YPI/AAAAAAAAADo/mcSzvCQOCRU/s320/asian-elephant-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292869335100186866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9usjxqI/AAAAAAAAADg/qDMMd69gQEM/s1600-h/lions-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9usjxqI/AAAAAAAAADg/qDMMd69gQEM/s320/lions-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864219155515042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alabama v. Arkansas 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crimson Victory 41-38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9jetVJI/AAAAAAAAADY/zTBVQrTljc4/s1600-h/bama07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9jetVJI/AAAAAAAAADY/zTBVQrTljc4/s320/bama07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864216144630930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They shall mount up with wings like eagles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9iXQe9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xc-2iSiQj3M/s1600-h/soaring_eagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9iXQe9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xc-2iSiQj3M/s320/soaring_eagles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864215844944850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the God of this city. You're the King of these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the Lord of this nation. - Greater things have yet to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great things are still to be done in this city!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9R4HBlI/AAAAAAAAADI/R0HjzpJ7suI/s1600-h/2341961437_43444e42f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9R4HBlI/AAAAAAAAADI/R0HjzpJ7suI/s320/2341961437_43444e42f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864211419334226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with your love on your arm. You belong somewhere you feel free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Tom Petty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9WMEBMI/AAAAAAAAADA/1lroyQgff10/s1600-h/national_geographic_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQH9WMEBMI/AAAAAAAAADA/1lroyQgff10/s320/national_geographic_news.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864212576765122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Some people live an entire lifetime wondering if they've made a difference in the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marines don't have that problem." - Ronald Reagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iwo Jima, WWII&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHlIawfcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P3DnwCMD_6Q/s1600-h/Iwo-Jima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHlIawfcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P3DnwCMD_6Q/s320/Iwo-Jima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863796563443138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Majesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHk6NEHPI/AAAAAAAAACw/RqXrGy47ue4/s1600-h/everest-morning-light-640514-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHk6NEHPI/AAAAAAAAACw/RqXrGy47ue4/s320/everest-morning-light-640514-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863792747912434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nor shall the flame scorch you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Isaiah 43:2~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkqjrD5I/AAAAAAAAACo/AjIlkx778GE/s1600-h/fire)fighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkqjrD5I/AAAAAAAAACo/AjIlkx778GE/s320/fire)fighter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863788547772306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above all else guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proverbs 4:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkUFb5tI/AAAAAAAAACg/hjanUN0LfxQ/s1600-h/228945855_b6833d638e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkUFb5tI/AAAAAAAAACg/hjanUN0LfxQ/s320/228945855_b6833d638e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863782515369682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This will be written for the generation to come, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Psalm 102:18~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkanHhoI/AAAAAAAAACY/3_Wh8tL0Ykg/s1600-h/bashbg1600ph7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQHkanHhoI/AAAAAAAAACY/3_Wh8tL0Ykg/s320/bashbg1600ph7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863784267253378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-752395148555128474?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/752395148555128474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=752395148555128474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/752395148555128474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/752395148555128474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-awakens-passion-in-me.html' title='What Awakens Passion in Me:'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXQfdgVu89I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cy6yqugIzy0/s72-c/pearl_harbor_attack_resized510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6932846858141553956</id><published>2009-01-18T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:57:18.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Inspires Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~When God leads you to a cliff, trust Him fully. One of two things will happen: He will either catch you when you fall, or He will teach you how to fly.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrqNHLi7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/krg6K3dO6Nw/s1600-h/white-cliffs-640173-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrqNHLi7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/krg6K3dO6Nw/s320/white-cliffs-640173-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833097397275570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpq8dL9I/AAAAAAAAABw/lHSahSlqTbc/s1600-h/white-cliffs-germany-745469-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpq8dL9I/AAAAAAAAABw/lHSahSlqTbc/s320/white-cliffs-germany-745469-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833088225488850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpjakB7I/AAAAAAAAABo/82mdr1iLH44/s1600-h/limestone-cliffs-76957-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpjakB7I/AAAAAAAAABo/82mdr1iLH44/s320/limestone-cliffs-76957-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833086204282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpZwceoI/AAAAAAAAABg/G--Mb91P9-E/s1600-h/1712n-eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrpZwceoI/AAAAAAAAABg/G--Mb91P9-E/s320/1712n-eagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833083611708034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-6932846858141553956?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6932846858141553956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6932846858141553956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6932846858141553956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6932846858141553956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-inspires-me.html' title='This Inspires Me.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SXPrqNHLi7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/krg6K3dO6Nw/s72-c/white-cliffs-640173-sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-4189731344024665118</id><published>2009-01-08T12:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:02:27.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AOL Headline 1/8/09</title><content type='html'>Obama​ Issue​s Dire Warni​ng&lt;br /&gt;Prepa​res Ameri​cans for the Futur​e&lt;br /&gt;'​Could​ Becom​e Drama​tical​ly Worse​'​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. I find this sligh​tly ironi​c,​ no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywh​o,​ "​Presi​dent-​elect​ Barac​k Obama​ warne​d of dire and lasti​ng conse​quenc​es if Congr​ess doesn​'​t pump unpre​ceden​ted dolla​rs into the econo​my"​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I'm remem​berin​g corre​ctly,​ from my econo​mics class​,​ this won'​t help one littl​e bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crack​s me up is this poll.​ I know these​ thing​s don'​t reall​y depic​t the actua​l opini​ons of a lot of Ameri​cans,​ but it does somew​hat portr​ay a small​ perce​ntage​ of their​ opini​ons.​ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much faith​ do you have in the incom​ing Obama​ admin​istra​tion to turn the econo​my aroun​d?​&lt;br /&gt;A lot 35%&lt;br /&gt;A littl​e 34%&lt;br /&gt;None at all 31%&lt;br /&gt;Total​ Votes​:​ 218,​756"​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These​ are the peopl​e who voted​ him into offic​e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to help our econo​my&lt;/span&gt; and their​ confi​dence​ in his abili​ty to do somet​hing about​ it is split​ 3 ways.​ We can round​ it off and say 33% for each group​.​ Reall​y?​ All that talk about​ how Barac​k Obama​ was going​ to "​save"​ our natio​n from it's horri​ble demis​e,​ and of these​ peopl​e who took this poll,​ we only have 33% who reall​y and truly​ think​ that he can fix the econo​my!​ Well.​ I've said it befor​e,​ and I'll say it again​.​ Ameri​cans are so dedgu​m fickl​e!​ We chang​e our minds​ every​ 5 minut​es.​ This is proof​ of it. It's also proof​ that Ameri​cans don'​t know anyth​ing about​ gover​nment​.​ It's proof​ that no one knows​ their​ const​ituti​on and their​ right​s as well as they think​ they do. It's proof​ that they would​ rathe​r have the gover​nment​ care for them - leadi​ng to a Socia​listi​c Ameri​ca.​ And they will blind​ly get there​.​ It's the blind​ leadi​ng the blind​.​ The few peopl​e who actua​lly know how our gover​nment​ is suppo​sed to run, tend to be Conse​rvati​ves.​ And every​one is fed with us! So no one will liste​n.​ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywa​ys,​ thoug​ht I would​ post a littl​e comme​ntary​.​ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly​&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-4189731344024665118?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/4189731344024665118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=4189731344024665118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4189731344024665118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4189731344024665118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/01/aol-headline-1809.html' title='AOL Headline 1/8/09'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3048692877163463313</id><published>2009-01-03T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:02:34.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Did Alice In Wonderland scare you when you were little? Cuz let's just say, that was not my favorite movie when I was little! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-3048692877163463313?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3048692877163463313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3048692877163463313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3048692877163463313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3048692877163463313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3090548853273436692</id><published>2009-01-01T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:43:55.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>I have learned a lot about myself this year. I'm finally not ashamed of my candor. I am not afraid to speak up. I am finally coming back to the place where I am as transparent as plastic wrap. =) I have learned to not let people shove me back to second place. My ideas, talents, opinions... are worth being heard. I will no longer let myself fall into that pit where I become lost. Lost to myself. There is only one place where I am me. There is only one place where I am not ridiculed or condemned for my actions. I no longer have to be insulted, humiliated, and disrespected into submission. God didn't create me to become a mistake. He created me to become a conqueror. I have made my decision. I have chosen my path. Now, it's time to follow that path and see where God takes me on it. 2008 is the past. 2009 is now my present. I will not allow the devil to use my circumstances, the people I'm around, media, or any other thing to separate me from my purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-3090548853273436692?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3090548853273436692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3090548853273436692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3090548853273436692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3090548853273436692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-8258174963838057467</id><published>2008-12-28T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:45:41.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies.</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people that loves a good action movie. The war movies (The Green Berets, The Longest Day), spy movies (James Bond), old westerns (El Dorado, Rio Lobo, The Searchers, Horse Soldiers), fantasy movies even (Star Wars), mysteries (Alfred Hitchcock). I love a good thrill. I love old black and white movies. Movies with Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, John Wayne, etc. The most recent movies I have seen in the theater: Dark Knight - an amazing psychological thriller (in my humble opinion), Traitor - a pretty cool movie. I enjoyed it, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 - it was surprisingly good. I won't ever watch it again tho, Bolt - the best darn animated movie I have seen in a LONG time. It was SO cute and funny, Twilight - totally wasn't expecting this movie tobe good. Surprise! I LOVED it. I am what they would call a movie person. I like most movies, but there are very few movies that I love -the ones that I could watch day after day and they never grow old. Only over the past 2 or 3 years however have I become the biggest fan of chick flicks. I've always liked them, obviously, BUT they were always those cheesy love stories like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Princess Diaries, Ella Enchanted, etc. Don't get me wrong those are cute movies. I'm 19 now... so not my favorites anymore. I love "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days," "The Notebook" - the epic love story. =P But there is no movie like "Pride and Prejudice." WHOA DUDE. =) That movie makes me feel something... something that no other movie can make me feel. It is my favorite movie of any genre. Something about Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Depsite their faults, their false judgments of each other, they fall in love. Perfectly and unconditionaly fall in love. =) There... now you know my favorite movie. The book is quite amazing too. In fact, I think I just might begin reading it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace yo. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-8258174963838057467?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/8258174963838057467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=8258174963838057467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8258174963838057467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8258174963838057467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies.html' title='Movies.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6467010794889942932</id><published>2008-12-15T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:15:28.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jealousy and Love of My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My Lord is jealous for His people. He is enthralled with their beauty. Each creation with it's own beauty. His view is not distorted like yours and mine is. He sees each of us as a mother sees her newborn baby after giving birth. All gross and icky out of the womb... that mother only sees her beautiful child and is enthralled with his/her beauty. He wants us... no my God is not selfish. He is selfless. How then can He be jealous for me? He is my Father, my Master. I belong to Him already. He only wants what is His to being with. Yet, I run so far away from Him. “How often I wanted to gather your[Jerusalem's] children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!" - Matthew 23:37b(NKJV). Oh, how I have forsaken my Lord. He calls and calls to me, but I am too content with the apathetic life I lead. I'm too afraid to return to Him, for I know He will do great things in my life. Joshua felt the same way apparently. In Joshua 1, God, time after time, tells Joshua "I will be with you, I will not leave you nor forsake you." (Joshua 1:5, 9) He tells him over and over again to "Be strong and of good courage" (Joshua 1:6, 9). In verse 7 God says,"Be strong and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; courageous." Despite your fears, your flaws, your sins... Your God will NEVER leave you NOR forsake you. Ever. It really is that simple. It's His promise to you and I. To all generations. His love floods our lives everyday, but we're too busy to even notice it. Sad, huh? All that and He still loves us. "The LORD your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” - Zephaniah 3:17(NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God. - Exodus 20:5&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God. - Deuteronomy 4:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn away from Him and create our own idols. Placing God second, third, fourth, fifth on our list. Instead of taking away His love while we chase after other lovers, He never leaves us nor forsakes us. As in the story of Hosea, God commanded Hosea to to take a wife, but not just any woman was to be his wife. God told Hosea to take Gomer, a harlot, to be his wife. So he obeyed the command of the Lord. "For [Gomer] said, 'I will go after my lovers...' " And she did. She cheated on Hosea time and time again. Later... "I will go and return to my first husband, for then it was better for me than now.' " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I find the Bible to be a whole love story. and not for the obvious reasons that are running through your head right now. Throughout the entire Old Testament all I ever see are the Israelites praising God for deliverance and then a split second later grumbling and complaining and cursing God to back to rejoicing over His mercy. God continually blessed His chosen people and they STILL rebelled. They STILL complained against Him! After all He did for them, they just were never satisfied. It was all temporary. When they crossed the Red Sea (escaping from Egypt), they praised God! Then when they arrived in the desert with no food or water (completely forgetting how powerful there God was! He had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; parted the GIGANTIC Red Sea), they immediately begin to grumble and say how they would be better off in bondage instead of starving to death in the desert! Oh how quickly we forget the Lord's Providence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And despite all these short comings, God forgave them. Every time. He never left them or forsook them. He loved them and showed compassion and mercy. All throughout the OT!! Every time I open up my Bible, I see some subtitle over a chapter saying "The Renewal of Israel" and "A Call to Repentance." Over and over again. He never leaves them. Now that is true love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave..." - Song of Solomon 8:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it." - Song of Solomon 8:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"I am my beloved's and his desire is toward me." - Song of Solomon 7:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My God is jealous for my love. I break His heart every time I replace Him. His jealousy is righteous. I am His. &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/5881340500848721573-6467010794889942932?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6467010794889942932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6467010794889942932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6467010794889942932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6467010794889942932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/12/jealousy-and-love-of-my-god.html' title='The Jealousy and Love of My God'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-2338264671495498070</id><published>2008-12-08T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:34.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Insane?!</title><content type='html'>Am I insane for taking such pride in the work of others? ha. I know! It's crazy! I don't even really know him. To be apart of this and to know that he is too... whether our paths cross or not(and they have)... to know we are on the same side. I am encouraged by his faith. I am so proud of the way he holds himself. Putting Christ first... not caring what everyone else says. Standing strong... I go around bragging about him. Like I can claim what he does as my own. So, am I insane? I don't know. Maybe if I was going around acting like he was my best friend or something. Acting like he does the things he does because of me. then that might be a problem. But I don't think being proud OF him is wrong. It's like a mother with her kids. Yes I can't believe I just said i was like his mother. That's awkward. you get the point. He really makes me smile. :) I pray the Lord lets our paths cross again. I want to hear MORE of his testimony. *sigh* I really can't describe the way it makes me feel. It's like my soul is beaming from within. :) God is good. All glory goes to Him. and I have this feeling of smiling on the inside. :) It's quite divine. peace yo. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-2338264671495498070?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/2338264671495498070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=2338264671495498070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2338264671495498070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2338264671495498070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-insane.html' title='Am I Insane?!'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3442921745232556266</id><published>2008-12-06T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:09:44.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Find out what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT: due regard for the feelings, wishes, rights, or traditions of others. emphasis on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;*regard for the feelings of others* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;not just regard, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;*due*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a lesson. you want my respect? then respect me. it's a mutual thing. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My feelings matter. I don't care what you say. THEY DO. You disrespect me? Ok. You do that. Just don't get mad at me, if I "forget" to respect YOUR feelings. Oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm sick of being treated like I don't matter. I do. PERIOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Stop walking all over me. Not happening anymore. It's NOT happening EVER again. The End.&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/5881340500848721573-3442921745232556266?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3442921745232556266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3442921745232556266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3442921745232556266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3442921745232556266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/12/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-1724307675031002457</id><published>2008-12-01T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:11:52.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>is movie​s.​ yup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Batma​n Begin​s&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dark Knigh​t&lt;br /&gt;3. Pride​ and Preju​dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super​natur​al Box Set&lt;br /&gt;Seaso​ns 1-3. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some gift cards for itunes would be nice too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-1724307675031002457?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/1724307675031002457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=1724307675031002457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1724307675031002457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1724307675031002457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-2602758268241868940</id><published>2008-11-25T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:42:59.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why in the World?</title><content type='html'>Are peopl​e from all acros​s the USA comin​g to Birmi​ngham​,​ Alaba​ma?​ WHY? Even peopl​e not relat​ed to the basem​ent are comin​g here.​ WHY? The new youth​ pasto​r at my churc​h and his famil​y are from Ohio.​ Why in the world​ would​ God send them to Alaba​ma?​ Anoth​er famil​y at my churc​h (​only been here for a year maybe​)​ is from Texas​.​ Why in the world​ would​ God lead them to Alaba​ma?​ Youth​ pasto​r from SFUMC​ is from North​ Carol​ina and his wife from Ohio.​ Why in the world​ would​ God send them to Alaba​ma?​ A girl I know from the B is from Arkan​sas.​ Why in the world​ would​ God send her to Alaba​ma?​ Anoth​er good frien​d from the B is from Maryl​and.​ Why in the world​ would​ God send her to Alaba​ma?​ Hmmm.​ I met a lady tonig​ht who was from Flori​da.​ I asked​ her how she found​ out about​ the basem​ent and she said she saw a youtu​be video​ of a night​ when CJ was there​.​ Who watch​es a video​ on youtu​be and then drive​s all the way to a diffe​rent state​?​ I would​ never​ do that.​ What is drawi​ng peopl​e to this city?​ Peopl​e from Germa​ny,​ Switz​erlan​d,​ Franc​e!​ No kiddi​ng!​ GodTV​ CAME to us! We didn'​t ask them to come,​ but they did! I talke​d with a guy from INSP tonig​ht!​ All the way form Charl​eston​,​ South​ Carol​ina!​ They came all the way here!​ Of their​ own accor​d!​ We paid them nothi​ng.​ They just came.​ What is this great​ magne​t that attra​cts these​ peopl​e?​ Ty and Gabby​ are from NY, but they moved​ to THE HAM. WHY? I hear of peopl​e movin​g to big citie​s from littl​e hickt​owns,​ but never​ the oppos​ite.​ Peopl​e are leavi​ng their​ homes​ and their​ famil​ies all becau​se they heard​ about​ Alaba​ma.​ They just heard​ about​ it. God is in this city.​ He is movin​g.​ I reall​y hope you don'​t miss out on this beaut​iful bless​ing!​ God uses the backw​ards thing​s of this world​ to confo​und the wise!​ and it defin​itely​ confu​ses me! Why here?​ Why me? I thank​ God for allow​ing me to be born in Birmi​ngham​,​ Alaba​ma.​ What an amazi​ng place​ to be! God is what bring​s peopl​e here.​ Not the basem​ent.​ Not Matt.​ Not Jon Walde​n.​ It's God. Peopl​e come to this city to see God at work!​ =) How bless​ed are we? Prett​y dern bless​ed I think​.​ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-2602758268241868940?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/2602758268241868940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=2602758268241868940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2602758268241868940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2602758268241868940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-in-world_25.html' title='Why in the World?'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-8735168680338965322</id><published>2008-11-23T23:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:49:25.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>"Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne and myself have founded great empires, but on what did those creations of our genius rest? Upon force. But Jesus founded his on love. This very day millions would die for him. I have inspired multitudes with enthusiastic devotion: they would die for me. But to do it, I had to be present with the electric influence of my looks, my words, my voice. When I saw men and spoke to them I lit up the flame of devotion in their hearts. But Jesus Christ by some mysterious influence, even through the lapse of eighteen centuries, so draws the hearts of men towards him that thousands at a word would rush through fire and flood for him, not counting their lives dear to themselves." - Napoleon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-8735168680338965322?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/8735168680338965322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=8735168680338965322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8735168680338965322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8735168680338965322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6807566852720516427</id><published>2008-11-23T22:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:57:11.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Life is bigger than we can imagine. Joy-filled. Laughter. Silliness. Love. ♥ Beautiful. =) Blessed. Life is a blessing. It is a gift. God could take your breath at any moment. He alone holds the key. I wouldn't want anyone else to hold that key. I will dance. I will sing. I will laugh. I will smile, until my last breath. All that I've been through in the past few months, and I can say that my life is incredible. Who flippin cares about all this drama? I'm saving it for my llama! whoo. lol I learned a long time ago, it's just me and God. Me and Him. And I'm perfectly fine with that. He's all I need. No family, no friends. JUST me and Jesus. And then one day...I will find my Mister. ♥ Mhm. He's gonna be everything that I'm not and I'm gonna be everything that he's not. So that we will complete each other. We won't be perfect, but we'll be *perfect* for each other. I can't wait to meet him. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-6807566852720516427?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6807566852720516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6807566852720516427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6807566852720516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6807566852720516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3708430686867899532</id><published>2008-11-18T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:19:18.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is Your will for me Lord? Should I stay? or Should I move on? It's all up to You. Entirely up to You. My heart is broken before You. My soul is screaming to get out. It does not like this world or the ways of this world. It does not like being caged inside this body. It wants to fly. It wants to soar. It wants to do the will of the One who created it! What is it that hinders me from doing Your will? Is it me? Is it others? Is it my attitude? Do I still have something to learn before I can move forward? Father, teach me Your ways so I can always walk in your truths. Give me Your eyes, Jesus. Please. I used to hate it that I was so sensitive to Your Spirit. Now I miss it. Give me Your heart, Jesus. I want the things that make You cry, make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; cry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; want to be broken before You all of my days. I do not want to be a hypocrite! Give me YOU, so that I can fade away completely. I want to do Your will. Always and forever. Show me Your will. &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/5881340500848721573-3708430686867899532?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3708430686867899532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3708430686867899532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3708430686867899532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3708430686867899532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-7931880223450874940</id><published>2008-11-18T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:13:25.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SSJc4XBmETI/AAAAAAAAABA/CxybuxDB850/s1600-h/n686600211_3384592_2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SSJc4XBmETI/AAAAAAAAABA/CxybuxDB850/s320/n686600211_3384592_2989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269876637300035890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its fairly ironic that I'm only told I'm beautiful when I'm wearing make-up. I thought we were all made in the image of God. How come I'm only beautiful to you when I'm beautiful to the world? I should be beautiful to you all the time, cuz I am fearfully and wonderfully made. And I was made without the make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created me with a beautiful soul. &lt;/span&gt;&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/5881340500848721573-7931880223450874940?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/7931880223450874940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=7931880223450874940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7931880223450874940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7931880223450874940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-soul.html' title='Beautiful Soul'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/SSJc4XBmETI/AAAAAAAAABA/CxybuxDB850/s72-c/n686600211_3384592_2989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-1621726885035877828</id><published>2008-11-16T11:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:32:35.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Life Out There?!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, so I think this is pretty interesting. I've been meaning to write this for a while now, just never got around to it. When I was little I remember asking my mom if there could possibly be a whole 'nother universe out there that had a Solar System and an Earth, etc. What if there were people and they were just like us and they had the Bible. Would it be the same Bible as ours? I guess I meant like a parallel universe type deal. If there was another system like ours, what about the Bible Characters? Did Moses live another life? Cuz In my thinking if they had a Bible it would have to be exactly like ours. So, I've painted a picture. I'm hoping you understand? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a few weeks ago, at one of the Leadership Meetings Pastor Mark came and spoke to us [Oh my goodness, I could have sat there ALL night long and listened to him. What an incredible man of God! If that's anything what it will be like sitting at the feet of Jesus having Him teach, I can NOT wait to get to heaven! =]. And he talked to us about the end times. So, for the sake of this one topic I will try to stick to only the things that apply to my point. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there life on other planets? Well, if there is it's not intelligent life, like humans. The earth is positioned so perfectly that any closer to or any further from the sun and we would burn up or freeze. It's incredible when you think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor Mark read this verse and this is what answered my question about "a parallel universe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For Christ suffered once for sins..." 1 Peter 3:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this verse as well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For the death that He died, He died to sin once for all..." - Romans 6:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there was life "out there" Christ would have to die for them. These verses state that He only died once. I find that quite interesting. It makes me feel even smaller and more minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-1621726885035877828?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/1621726885035877828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=1621726885035877828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1621726885035877828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/1621726885035877828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-there-life-out-there.html' title='Is There Life Out There?!'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-4049126868719593410</id><published>2008-11-16T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:21:47.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[I need to get this off my chest]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Ambiguous terms are used so as not to give away the identity of said persons. (i.e. they, them, their...)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be getting in trouble til the day I die. I'm very candid and I speak my mind. I am compassionate despite my rather blunt words. Those who know me, know that I would give anyone the the last dollar in my wallet. I will always go the extra mile for you. I don't care how many times you've screwed me over, with the grace of God I will forgive you. I refuse to lower myself to your standards. I may speak in anger, but somehow no matter what I say God will use it for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my best friend about this the other night. I've become terrified to be completely honest with anyone because of all the people in my past who: came into my life, screwed me over, then left. All the people who I used to trust with everything inside of me. I laugh now. I was so blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best friend, or so I thought, said to me once, "We won't be friends in college." I was so completely shocked they told this to me. I said, "How do you know that?" Their reply, "Because we just won't be." Our friendship went downhill from that day forward. And now we are both in college and despite my efforts to stay in touch we aren't "friends" anymore. I wonder why? DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends of mine have begun dating and all of a sudden they can't have a social life anymore. Friends who you could always talk to, but now they aren't available anymore. I can tell you right now. You ain't dating me, if you make me throw my friends to the curb. I think some people just might be a little unstable emotionally. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then when they break up with their b/f or g/f (whichever it may be) they all of a sudden come running back to Kelly for some company. They start calling and texting me all the time wanting to hang out cuz they're lonely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but wait! They found someone else! Bye bye Kelly! "This time I really I am in love." "I've never known anyone like this before in my life!" Two months later... *ringg* *ringg* "Kelly? I miss you, we need to hang sometime soon." Yadda, yadda, yadda. So on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the forgiveness thing. I honestly have forgiven them. Sadly, I don't have the ability to forgive AND forget like God can. Here's my theory: God's love is unconditional, right? Well, all the times we screw Him over and He still loves us and remembers our past no more! Know what I think? If we could actually forget the wrongdoings people have done to us, we would be able to love so purely! It's hard for me to sit here and tell you I love these people! I don't think I could tell it to them to their face. I'm just being honest. If I had no remembrance of what they did to me, I would be able to truly love them like Jesus does. Sometimes, I think that would be an awesome thing to do (to forget). BUT then I realize that all the times you screwed me over, I learned a lesson. And every time I see you I remember what happened and what I learned from it. And I have to ask God to help me keep my mouth shut so I don't say something I will regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't make it any easier. Not one bit. Am I still hurt? Yes. Is there bitterness, none. I got rid of that mess. Bitterness is like a cancer: deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these friendships or I guess I should say "friendships," I am even more hesitant to allow myself to fall for a guy. And there are a few guys that I could date right now. But no one will ever know, because I am not going to get hurt again. I have to guard my heart, because others won't. I need someone who will protect my heart. Not take some of it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared to take a chance. Do I blame that on them? Yes. But mostly I blame it on me. I shouldn't be so scared, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my rather tough exterior and attitude, I am such a broken spirit and your lack of character actually is a good thing for me. It keeps me at the feet of Jesus. For that I thank God for your distrustful ways. See, bad can be used for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you who screwed me over and laughed while you were doing it, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the faith you put into our friendships. It's such a wonderful feeling to know that your friends love you that much. So, once again. Thank you!&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/5881340500848721573-4049126868719593410?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/4049126868719593410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=4049126868719593410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4049126868719593410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/4049126868719593410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-get-this-off-my-chest.html' title='[I need to get this off my chest]'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3601201962061258521</id><published>2008-11-13T10:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:24:49.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do people want Palin to run for President in 2012? WHY? I see no logic. None whatsoever. I personally think Huckabee would make a tremendously better President than Palin. And I don't want Palin to be Huckabee's VP either. Don't get me wrong. I like Palin. I think she's hilarious. BUT I don't think that she is experienced enough. Just like I think Obama isn't experienced enough. Apparently, the American people don't care about experience. I do. That is why if Palin is on the ticket in 2012, I won't vote for her. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-3601201962061258521?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3601201962061258521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3601201962061258521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3601201962061258521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3601201962061258521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-in-world.html' title='Why in the world...'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-3284054483532699359</id><published>2008-11-09T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:31:17.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezekiel 36:16-38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moreover the word of the LORD came to me, saying:&lt;br /&gt;“Son of man, when the house of Israel dwelt in their own land, they defiled it by their own ways and deeds; to Me their way was like the uncleanness of a woman in her customary impurity.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I poured out My fury on them for the blood they had shed on the land, and for their idols with which they had defiled it.&lt;br /&gt;So I scattered them among the nations, and they were dispersed throughout the countries; I judged them according to their ways and their deeds.&lt;br /&gt;When they came to the nations, wherever they went, they profaned My holy name—when they said of them, ‘These are the people of the LORD, and yet they have gone out of His land.’&lt;br /&gt;But I had concern for My holy name, which the house of Israel had profaned among the nations wherever they went.&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore say to the house of Israel, ‘Thus says the Lord GOD: “I do not do this for your sake, O house of Israel, but for My holy name’s sake, which you have profaned among the nations wherever you went.&lt;br /&gt;And I will sanctify My great name, which has been profaned among the nations, which you have profaned in their midst; and the nations shall know that I am the LORD,” says the Lord GOD, “when I am hallowed in you before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For I will take you from among the nations, gather you out of all countries, and bring you into your own land.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you shall be clean; I will cleanse you from all your filthiness and from all your idols. I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes, and you will keep My judgments and do them.&lt;br /&gt;Then you shall dwell in the land that I gave to your fathers; you shall be My people, and I will be your God.&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver you from all your uncleannesses. I will call for the grain and multiply it, and bring no famine upon you.&lt;br /&gt;And I will multiply the fruit of your trees and the increase of your fields, so that you need never again bear the reproach of famine among the nations.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will remember your evil ways and your deeds that were not good; and you will loathe yourselves in your own sight, for your iniquities and your abominations.&lt;br /&gt;Not for your sake do I do this,” says the Lord GOD, “let it be known to you. Be ashamed and confounded for your own ways, O house of Israel!”&lt;br /&gt;‘Thus says the Lord GOD: “On the day that I cleanse you from all your iniquities, I will also enable you to dwell in the cities, and the ruins shall be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;The desolate land shall be tilled instead of lying desolate in the sight of all who pass by.&lt;br /&gt;So they will say, ‘This land that was desolate has become like the garden of Eden; and the wasted, desolate, and ruined cities are now fortified and inhabited.’&lt;br /&gt;Then the nations which are left all around you shall know that I, the LORD, have rebuilt the ruined places and planted what was desolate. I, the LORD, have spoken it, and I will do it.”&lt;br /&gt;‘Thus says the Lord GOD: “I will also let the house of Israel inquire of Me to do this for them: I will increase their men like a flock.&lt;br /&gt;Like a flock offered as holy sacrifices, like the flock at Jerusalem on its feast days, so shall the ruined cities be filled with flocks of men. Then they shall know that I am the LORD.”’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sounds like even though our nation and the church are going through some difficult times, if we stay strong and don't waver in our faith and in our strength God will restore our country. =)&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/5881340500848721573-3284054483532699359?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/3284054483532699359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=3284054483532699359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3284054483532699359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/3284054483532699359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/ezekiel-3616-38.html' title='Ezekiel 36:16-38'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-5498017315514101245</id><published>2008-11-08T00:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:42:31.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;..I knew exactly how you felt. I want to get inside your head, so to speak. I want to know your dreams. I want to know what moves you. The things that make you passionate. That one picture that takes your breath away. I want to know the deepest desires of your heart. I want to know the song that makes you cry. I want to know what inspires you. Music? People? Words? Computers? I want to know everything about you. I want you to want to know everything about me. I want to tell you my deepest thoughts. I want to tell you what inspires me to greatness and to the things completely beyond the scope of my imagination. But I'm too scared to tell you because what if you just laugh? What if you don't care? What if you don't understand? How will you respond? No one ever wants to be serious these days. I've become a very serious person. Certain people bring out the real me though. I still don't share my deepest thoughts and desires with them. I want to share them with you though. I'm afraid you won't care. I wish I didn't feel this way... but I can't stop myself. I've tried and tried... I want to be your everything, but I'm too scared to let myself completely fall for a guy. I'm scared I'll get hurt. My heart has so many scars. I don't want another one. Please. I just want to be the one that takes your breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-5498017315514101245?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/5498017315514101245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=5498017315514101245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/5498017315514101245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/5498017315514101245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6692188842730984519</id><published>2008-11-06T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:26:47.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Over Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it that pulls us so deeply within? A force that is unnamed. A continuing effect for all eternity. A deep provoking thought? Something only the soul knows. The mind can’t comprehend it. A disconnect. Heart and mind are separated. The mind knows only knowledge and facts. The heart knows only love and faith. Battles emerge. Fight after fight. Whispers in the dark. Voices in the night won’t be silent. Confusion. Confusion. Is science the only truth man can know? Or is there something else? Is there really something deeper? Something bigger? Heart battles with mind. Mind battles with heart. Which one will prevail? Yesterday truth was black and white. Today it is grey. How can truth really be known? Heart speaks of wonder. Soul dreams of unimaginable dreams. Mind speaks of only facts -- knowledge written in books by men. But those dreams can’t be tamed. They won’t be silent. They soar above theories, hypotheses, and speculations. Facts that aren’t really facts. The soul knows. It knows the truth. The mind thinks it knows, but it’s perception of reality and truth has been distorted. What has warped the simple mind into submission of an idealistic view? How does something so absurd become something so accepted? What’s more, something accepted so blindly. An unrealistic impression that is taken mindlessly as truth. The soul screams within begging to be heard. Faith versus facts. Believing versus seeing. Is seeing really believing? Or does that just create another fact? Isn’t believing actually seeing? Isn’t faith the entrance to the soul? The doorway to seeing something that the mind couldn’t picture before? The mind can never picture anything greater than the soul. The mind is ruled by only factual evidence. Boring facts that reduce the body’s actions into nothing more than a robot. The soul is ruled by this inevitable longing for something greater. Something bigger. Something better. Beautiful dreams that reveal a plan and a purpose.   Robotic movements are dead. A reason is life. Life is a plan. A plan is living. Instinct does not rule the body or the mind. Instinct does not exist when there is a soul. The soul gives a conscience. A conscience creates black and white again. The mind still creates grey. Truth is still distorted, but the soul reveals the truth. The truth that is true and pure. If life is a plan and a plan is living, then life is living and living is doing something greater than the mind can comprehend. The distorted truth of the mind is a feeble attempt to deceive the soul. But the soul cannot be deceived. For it knows the only truth. It was created only knowing the truth. That truth is within each and every soul on the planet. The belief that what the soul knows is true, even when the mind tries to pervert that truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Bean © 2008&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/5881340500848721573-6692188842730984519?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6692188842730984519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6692188842730984519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6692188842730984519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6692188842730984519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-over-mind.html' title='Soul Over Mind'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-2178106874378370241</id><published>2008-11-06T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:21:54.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer and God's Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think this verse speaks for itself. When we submit to God's will, He will give us greatness in our country. When we forsake God and His righteousness, we won't be so blessed. I think it's silly to call ourselves a Christian Nation because we don't act like it at all. Join me in praying for our nation and God's will in each individual's life as well as our leaders. We need to get back to the basics. That means getting down our knees by our beds every night praying. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Chronicles 7:12-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the LORD appeared to Solomon by night, and said to him: “I have heard your prayer, and have chosen this place for Myself as a house of sacrifice. When I shut up heaven and there is no rain, or command the locusts to devour the land, or send pestilence among My people, if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now My eyes will be open and My ears attentive to prayer made in this place. For now I have chosen and sanctified this house, that My name may be there forever; and My eyes and My heart will be there perpetually. As for you, if you walk before Me as your father David walked, and do according to all that I have commanded you, and if you keep My statutes and My judgments, then I will establish the throne of your kingdom, as I covenanted with David your father, saying, ‘You shall not fail to have a man as ruler in Israel.’ “But if you turn away and forsake My statutes and My commandments which I have set before you, and go and serve other gods, and worship them, then I will uproot them from My land which I have given them; and this house which I have sanctified for My name I will cast out of My sight, and will make it a proverb and a byword among all peoples. “And as for this house, which is exalted, everyone who passes by it will be astonished and say, ‘Why has the LORD done thus to this land and this house?’ Then they will answer, ‘Because they forsook the LORD God of their fathers, who brought them out of the land of Egypt, and embraced other gods, and worshiped them and served them; therefore He has brought all this calamity on them.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that not incredible?! No matter what bad things come our way if we just simply pray and humble ourselves before the Lord, He will HEAL OUR LAND. =) How encouraging is that? But first we gots to get HUMBLE. and we cannot keep forsaking God's laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly&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/5881340500848721573-2178106874378370241?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/2178106874378370241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=2178106874378370241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2178106874378370241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2178106874378370241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-and-gods-blessings.html' title='Prayer and God&apos;s Blessings'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-8452993827338555075</id><published>2008-11-05T11:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:55:36.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from Mike Huckabee:</title><content type='html'>I am signed up to receive Huck*Pac emails.&lt;div&gt;This is what I got today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very proud to have supported Senator McCain and the only regret is that more Americans didn't share my conviction that he would have made an outstanding President. I not only recognize, but respect that we are a nation in which the people choose and tonight they have chosen Senator Obama. He was not my choice, but he will be my President and I will pray for him to lead this great nation with God's help and grace. He will face serious challenges to lead our country and he will need all Americans to give him a chance. The campaign is over and now is the time for governing and leading. The Republican Party must not reassess where it is and where it is going. Our problem is not that our views aren't acceptable, it is that many in out party have abandoned the very principles that once drew Americans to trust us. Our party will be back with strength, but tonight we should all celebrate the historic nature of this election and put our country ahead of our party. As disappointed as I am that we have lost this election, I can't help but feel that many courageous leaders of the civil rights movement look down from heaven tonight with a smile that the day has come when a man is elected without regard to his color. I salute President-elect Obama for his discipline and tenacity that has given our country the opportunity to witness this significant event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politics is not an event but a process. We sometimes lose the events but it never gives us the right to stop being faithful to our principles that enlisted us in the process. We shall live to fight another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With deep gratitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-8452993827338555075?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/8452993827338555075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=8452993827338555075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8452993827338555075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/8452993827338555075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-from-mike-huckabee.html' title='Words from Mike Huckabee:'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6731321069865805256</id><published>2008-11-05T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:33:15.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertain Times?!</title><content type='html'>What is all this fuss about uncertain times? Why is everyone freaking out? You act like the world's going to hell. FYI: It was on it's way down there the day Adam and Eve sinned in the garden. So, what's new? Why are you acting like scared little mice? Uncertain times my foot!&lt;div&gt;These are the most certain times we have ever been in! We know exactly what is going to happen, just not necessarily 'when'. Barack Obama is the first black president of the United States of America.  I congratulate him. I then decide to stay jobless and mooch off of this new "share the wealth" system while serving in the new Black Market that will arise. Along with selling one-way tickets to Australia I will soon become a millionaire and move to Australia myself. I am pretty sure of that! haha! =p We know what Obama stands for. So why freak out and act like you have no idea what will happen? You know what will happen. It might not be pretty, but calm down! I have been informed (by my daddy) that everyone was freaking out when Clinton won the election. He told me that everyone thought it was the end of the world and it wasn't. ha. I was only like 3 so I have no clue. lol All I know is God is sovereign. He is in control. I am still going to buy a gun tho. So, if some liberal comes running into my home and tries to take away my rights, I can dare him to take one step closer. lol =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-6731321069865805256?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6731321069865805256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6731321069865805256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6731321069865805256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6731321069865805256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/uncertain-times.html' title='Uncertain Times?!'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-807224857166468534</id><published>2008-11-04T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:31:23.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama 08</title><content type='html'>As much as everyone wants to freak out right now, that would be such a waste of our time. God is SO much bigger than some little President. I'm actually in the process of writing another one of those dumb papers for school. It is gonna be about how God used "devils from hell" as "messengers from heaven." God can use anyone. Anyhow. Anyway. Yes I was freaked out. Last night I couldn't sleep I was so worried. I was praying "In the Name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Devil LEAVE ME ALONE!" I finally fell asleep. Woke up this morning still a little nervous. Been worried all day. I kept praying, asking God to give me peace. "Help me trust You." My faith was wobbly all day today and last night. BUT God pulled through. Just like He always does. He caught me when I was falling. =) Falling into a pit of despair. But He saved me. God can use Obama. As hard as it is to believe. He really can. How do I know this? God is God. God is mighty to save. God is omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent. He can do anything He wants. Just be thanking God Hillary isn't our President. =) Obama is a blessing in disguise guys. However, I do not support him. Not one bit. His morals are not biblical. I'm not saying my morals are perfect, but I try my hardest to make sure they are based off of godly principles. Anwyho. Hope this is some encouragement to you guys. =) if anyone wants to debate I am ALL for it. I love talking about this stuff. &lt;div&gt;love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-807224857166468534?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/807224857166468534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=807224857166468534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/807224857166468534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/807224857166468534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-08.html' title='Barack Obama 08'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-6990580749216248676</id><published>2008-10-30T10:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:16:44.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama/McCain</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvc0tYG_YpA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxhYampll7A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-6990580749216248676?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/6990580749216248676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=6990580749216248676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6990580749216248676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/6990580749216248676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Obama/McCain'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-7821582557878984691</id><published>2008-10-27T08:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:16:38.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;give you a heart of flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I will put My Spirit within you cause you to walk in My statutes." Ezekiel 36:26, 27a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I will put My Spirit in you, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;you shall live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;." Ezekiel 37: 14a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;have become new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;." 2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Draw near to God and He will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;draw near to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;." James 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Isn't it comforting to know that Christ will make us new again? Doesn't it just blow your mind that the God of the universe will draw near to you? To you!!!!! =)  God must first empty us of our sin, or whatever is getting in our way of our relationship with Him. When He empties us, He cleans us out and then He can fill us with HIM! =) I pray that God empties me of my thoughts and desires and fills them with HIS thoughts and desires. For Him to do that tho, I have to first draw near to Him. He won't just do this or that for me without my asking Him, (although He could and He will do that sometimes!!). He is always there ready and willing to take us back, but He gives us that choice. I pray that you choose to accept Him. I pray that you choose His will over yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you do, He gives you a new heart. Ezekiel 36:26 says He will give you a heart of flesh. This means a heart that will feel. He will give you His heart. A heart that sees the things that God sees. Like Brandon Heath's song "Give Me You Eyes". It says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Give me Your eyes for just one second. Give me Your eyes so I can see everything that I keep missing. Give me Your love for humanity. Give me Your arms for the brokenhearted the ones that are far beyond my reach. Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten. Give me Your eyes so I can see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; He will replace that cold, hard heart and make it flesh -- warm and sensitive to the ones around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You think you're living now? Wait till you're living with Jesus! Now you're living! =) Don't let the things of your past get in the way of your future. Something I cannot do is forgive &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; forget, but God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;. He has the ability to completely forgive and completely forget. So when we keep thinking about our past mistakes, we're holding ourselves back from what God has planned for us. Through Christ, God has made all things new! It's like your sins never happened! All God sees is His daughter/son. And He loves you. He made you to be His.&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/5881340500848721573-7821582557878984691?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/7821582557878984691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=7821582557878984691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7821582557878984691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/7821582557878984691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/10/rejuvenated.html' title='Rejuvenated'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881340500848721573.post-2699594747439542882</id><published>2008-10-22T13:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:34:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog.</title><content type='html'>Since I have 66 notes on Facebook, I decided to leave Facebook notes in the past and move on to a Blogger! =) I will most likely copy and paste many of the notes I have written in the past(which I will so indicate when I post them). &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was written on September 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we always keep going back to the things that hurt us? Why do we allow ourselves to suffer so much? It's an addiction, like tobacco or alcohol or drugs. We might know it's bad for us, but we just can't stop doing it. It's such a part of our lives that we can't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always gotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want to change, but we don't ever do anything about it. We want to live our lives differently, but we're so stuck in that rut that we can't get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know with me, I don't ever know how to guard my heart. So 99.9% of the time I get hurt, and I don't seem to ever know why. silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others, maybe it's being in a relationship. An abusive one. Not necessarily physically abusive, but emotionally, or verbally. Maybe you dad was like that to your mom, so even tho as much as you wanted to never be around that again, all the guys you date are just like that. I'ts like you can't escape it. So you accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, you keep giving and giving of yourself to your significant other. Maybe you do everything to make him/her happy. They do nothing in return. Ever. They don't abuse you in any way... they just don't love you back. So instead of fighting, you accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe... a lot of things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe instead of you fighting the system, you just hunker down and take each blow. you sit there and let the same ol' same ol' happen to you. Day after day... You accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You choose to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refused to be bullied and beaten and battered by people who I love. I refuse to be the devil's little toy, that he can use and abuse and toss into the wind. I refuse to let anyone make less of me than what I really am. Cuz in Jesus, I am complete. I am whole. I am pure. So I will not accept the fate of this world. I will not sit down and let the same things happen to me over and over again. Christ through me, using me will allow me to be the one CHANGE that this world needs. To see a light. A hope. A future, in the will of God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that there won't be anymore suffering or pain. All eyes will be fixed on Him, who bore that pain FOR you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Him is peace. In Him alone, is salvation. Never again, will I allow myself to fall into that rut. Never again... I refuse to be the devil's footstool. I am the Lord's. Are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881340500848721573-2699594747439542882?l=kellyann122.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/feeds/2699594747439542882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881340500848721573&amp;postID=2699594747439542882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2699594747439542882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881340500848721573/posts/default/2699594747439542882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyann122.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-blog.html' title='First Blog.'/><author><name>Kelly :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311882111397819092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5y3wEVYKp8/Sl7i7Bac6II/AAAAAAAAAGg/0PUluoYcc-Y/S220/4683_197957065211_686600211_7335123_4814350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
