<?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-3225597177888664126</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:47.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><subtitle type='html'>Fall in love, fall in love and hold nothing back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-3939848045546733922</id><published>2009-04-07T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:29:55.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322131932780773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SdwCy4UpQYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Kmk63MnM990/s400/snowheart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Love will find you. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-3939848045546733922?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/3939848045546733922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=3939848045546733922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3939848045546733922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3939848045546733922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2009/04/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SdwCy4UpQYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Kmk63MnM990/s72-c/snowheart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-5747763869481859015</id><published>2009-04-07T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:52:45.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering...</title><content type='html'>How to act after being completely excluded by your classmates for over a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up on the people who used to be your closest friends and look to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, slowly try to return to your closest friends again, looking for some reconciliation and healing in the relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess.  I honestly wish this never would have conspired.  I'm still not sure why it did.  But I know that God is faithful and that He is helping me.  I love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight may have been the start of some change.  If words become actions, I think it will be...this is both exciting and scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three months of school are going to be so tough...for me, not because of school work, but because of relationship work.  These are the months in which I choose to pour myself into people, in hopes of getting anything at all back, or else just continue to float by invisibly.  And, unfortunately, slightly apathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this post made no sense to you, that is probably a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-5747763869481859015?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/5747763869481859015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=5747763869481859015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5747763869481859015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5747763869481859015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2009/04/pondering.html' title='Pondering...'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-2276989078304089253</id><published>2009-03-18T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:24:39.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/ScGsDHnrATI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q94v38tDTYo/s1600-h/lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718204858925362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/ScGsDHnrATI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q94v38tDTYo/s320/lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet, not a spotlight into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not see the whole picture, but I can know what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By your words I can see where I'm going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-2276989078304089253?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/2276989078304089253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=2276989078304089253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/2276989078304089253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/2276989078304089253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2009/03/lamp.html' title='Lamp'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/ScGsDHnrATI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q94v38tDTYo/s72-c/lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-3461924613687227962</id><published>2009-01-07T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:14:38.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>Do not hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust and stolen by burglars.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Store treasure in heaven, where it is safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from moths and rust and burglars.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;It's obvious, isn't it?  &lt;u&gt;The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are &lt;u&gt;windows&lt;/u&gt; into your body.  If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with &lt;u&gt;light&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  If you live squinty-eyed in greed and distrust, your body is a dank cellar.  If you pull the blinds on your windows, what a dark life you will have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't worship two gods at once...Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other.  Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other.  You can't worship God and the things of the world at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide for God, living a life of thanks and worship, it follows that you don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion.  There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body.  Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God.  And you mean far more to him than birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever added a single hour to their life?  All this time and money wasted on the outward appearance--do you think it makes that much difference?  Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers.  They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen colour and design quite like it?  The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers--most of which are never even seen--don't you think He'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you, love you?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm trying to do here is get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; so you can respond to God's &lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works.  Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions.  Don't worry about missing out.  You will find all your everyday concerns will be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.  God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's searching for treasure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-3461924613687227962?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/3461924613687227962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=3461924613687227962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3461924613687227962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3461924613687227962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2009/01/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-620146328031735136</id><published>2008-12-15T20:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:07:33.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SUcbLEhiIMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_RLQQbVTIF0/s1600-h/DSCN2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218965122097346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SUcbLEhiIMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_RLQQbVTIF0/s320/DSCN2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the rain, and its sweet smell as it falls on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I miss spring, and summer, and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-620146328031735136?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/620146328031735136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=620146328031735136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/620146328031735136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/620146328031735136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SUcbLEhiIMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_RLQQbVTIF0/s72-c/DSCN2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-9195913292195072631</id><published>2008-12-08T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:24:46.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608570463578722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/ST3VCGoJ6mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QeWrZQTN4NY/s320/bedroom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This heart was made to be stolen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to Wait--for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never should have had to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you to stop drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for your next Letter to come in the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for your Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made for travel and adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anticipation--held high as it boards:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A westbound train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was not made to--go Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to be Stored away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until things are better for you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more Convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to be free and Unbridled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not shut away--in a Rented room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to Long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not to sit alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a dark room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a Lumpy futon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are still at work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or...with "her".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to Live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to be stifled, suppressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extinguished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by a Secret Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to be covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by more than the remnants of a Corsage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and foot after foot of Snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piling, swirling, concealing--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Moving shroud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart was made to be stolen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not destroyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You did Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-9195913292195072631?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/9195913292195072631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=9195913292195072631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/9195913292195072631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/9195913292195072631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/12/polly.html' title='Polly'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/ST3VCGoJ6mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QeWrZQTN4NY/s72-c/bedroom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-2747508302184146262</id><published>2008-12-03T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:37:21.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STdMo5JHSpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jsM4xOyyfYY/s1600-h/rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275769753905351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STdMo5JHSpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jsM4xOyyfYY/s320/rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did you go looking for innocence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shame is holding you down, selling you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you come back again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you've found a way to go on for days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretending to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you are not okay, with all of that weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come, now, just let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it fall down, let it all flow like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water that's rushing in over your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til there's nothing left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you come to Me and rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, I know that you're scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To look in My eyes when you know that something's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll wait as long as it takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you to find grace, it's been here all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you've found a way to go on for days&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to live&lt;br /&gt;But you are not okay, with all of that weight&lt;br /&gt;You need to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come, now, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it fall down, let it all flow like&lt;br /&gt;The water that's rushing in over your soul&lt;br /&gt;'Til there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come to Me as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dirty and broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all your scars, from all the unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all of the words that you wanted to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you've locked them away inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come, now, just let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it fall down, let it all flow like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water that's rushing in over your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til there's nothing left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't you come to Me and rest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-2747508302184146262?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/2747508302184146262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=2747508302184146262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/2747508302184146262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/2747508302184146262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/12/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STdMo5JHSpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jsM4xOyyfYY/s72-c/rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-8840394640854379214</id><published>2008-12-01T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:01:02.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Were Coming in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STTAf6d7hLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X1GlH6zeTd4/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275052718060962994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STTAf6d7hLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X1GlH6zeTd4/s320/fall-leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you were coming in the Fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'd brush the Summer by&lt;br /&gt;With half a smile and half a spurn,&lt;br /&gt;As housewives do a Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you in a year,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wind the months in balls--&lt;br /&gt;And put them each in separate Drawers,&lt;br /&gt;For fear the numbers fuse--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Centuries, delayed,&lt;br /&gt;I'd count them on my Hand,&lt;br /&gt;Subtracting, till my fingers dropped&lt;br /&gt;Into Van Diemen's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If certain, when this life was out--&lt;br /&gt;That yours and mine, should be&lt;br /&gt;I'd toss it yonder like a Rind,&lt;br /&gt;And taste Eternity--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, uncertain of the length&lt;br /&gt;Of this, that is between,&lt;br /&gt;It goads me, like the Goblin Bee--&lt;br /&gt;That will not state--its sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Emily Dickinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I love this poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-8840394640854379214?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/8840394640854379214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=8840394640854379214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/8840394640854379214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/8840394640854379214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-were-coming-in-fall.html' title='If You Were Coming in the Fall'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STTAf6d7hLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X1GlH6zeTd4/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-7845527070695767261</id><published>2008-11-29T23:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:55:47.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I When I'm Alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STIlk7zYluI/AAAAAAAAADs/qZkHKiTky1E/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274319430063003362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STIlk7zYluI/AAAAAAAAADs/qZkHKiTky1E/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight, the power was out for a couple hours. It brought an almost eerie feeling...I went walking around outside at around 9:30, and everything seemed so abandoned. No street lights, no vehicles, no people; no light, save the glow of a few candles I could see through my neighbour's window. I felt very alone, but I didn't mind. It was actually a very peaceful evening, even though I wasn't doing what I thought I would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I always feel that content when I'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or at least understand that I can have peace because God knows me and loves me, inside and out, and that my worth and identity is found in Him alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just trying to find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I am, on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had you right beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're gone and I know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That when the room clears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who am I when I'm alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Nevertheless)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am alone, I am a child illuminated by light and love, blazing like a candle in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am alone, I am Yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-7845527070695767261?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/7845527070695767261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=7845527070695767261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7845527070695767261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7845527070695767261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i-when-im-alone.html' title='Who Am I When I&apos;m Alone?'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/STIlk7zYluI/AAAAAAAAADs/qZkHKiTky1E/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-1965576771091794889</id><published>2008-11-26T21:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:52:20.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Transmission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SS4YebMuIXI/AAAAAAAAADk/7HnKp_PSOm0/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273179124673683826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SS4YebMuIXI/AAAAAAAAADk/7HnKp_PSOm0/s320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can get all the love that you need once you give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;If you pick up this transmission, then it's safe to stay in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-1965576771091794889?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/1965576771091794889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=1965576771091794889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/1965576771091794889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/1965576771091794889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-transmission.html' title='Last Transmission'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SS4YebMuIXI/AAAAAAAAADk/7HnKp_PSOm0/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-6735542176217043526</id><published>2008-11-24T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:35:03.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSttaKfd5uI/AAAAAAAAADc/JUsGjakTS84/s1600-h/listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272428085027661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSttaKfd5uI/AAAAAAAAADc/JUsGjakTS84/s320/listen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; The leaden thunders crashed.&lt;br /&gt;A worshipper raised his arm.&lt;br /&gt;"Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not so," said a man.&lt;br /&gt;"The voice of God whispers in the heart&lt;br /&gt;So softly&lt;br /&gt;That the soul pauses,&lt;br /&gt;Making no noise,&lt;br /&gt;And strives for these melodies,&lt;br /&gt;Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,&lt;br /&gt;And all the being is still to hear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Stephen Crane)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I think it's too easy to confuse religious "noise" with the voice of God. When we are loud, we cannot hear a quiet voice, and not wanting to sacrifice, we listen only for the booming ones; we listen only for the ones coming from the man in front with a microphone, for the ones coming through as chords are strummed brilliantly on a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that God doesn't speak through these things, He definitely can, and does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying, think about what you're hearing. Question it. Pray about it, so that you can discern what is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a book, DVD, and CD set today online called "How to Hear to Voice of God: A 10 Week Home Study Course". It cost $249.95. That's ridiculous! As if anyone needs to pay $249.95 to hear God's voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how do we hear God's voice? I'm not sure I can fully answer that question. Read His Word. Think about it, pray about it, reflect on it. I think the answer for me personally is in here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:25-33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God proves to be good&lt;/strong&gt; to the man who passionately waits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the woman who diligently seeks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's a good thing to quietly hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quietly hope for help from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing when you're young&lt;br /&gt;to stick it out through the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When life is heavy and hard to take, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go off by yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enter the silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bow in prayer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask questions: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait for hope to appear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Take it full-face.&lt;br /&gt;The "worst" is never the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the Master won't ever&lt;br /&gt;walk out and fail to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he works severely, he also works tenderly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes no pleasure in making life hard.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wait for You.&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/3225597177888664126-6735542176217043526?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/6735542176217043526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=6735542176217043526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6735542176217043526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6735542176217043526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/livid-lightnings-flashed-in-clouds.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSttaKfd5uI/AAAAAAAAADc/JUsGjakTS84/s72-c/listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-390258617269666477</id><published>2008-11-23T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:55:05.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSo2gVqNCQI/AAAAAAAAADU/uCP-pTw3WF4/s1600-h/nightriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272086242988460290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSo2gVqNCQI/AAAAAAAAADU/uCP-pTw3WF4/s320/nightriver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me be like a river that flows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;silent through the night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not fearing the darkness and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reflecting any stars high in the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if the sky is filled with clouds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me know the clouds are water like the river, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let me, without remorse, reflect them too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the calm deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-390258617269666477?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/390258617269666477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=390258617269666477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/390258617269666477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/390258617269666477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/river.html' title='River'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSo2gVqNCQI/AAAAAAAAADU/uCP-pTw3WF4/s72-c/nightriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-5422117082157414266</id><published>2008-11-22T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:56:28.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSjUBJdB0yI/AAAAAAAAADM/O8h_MUJil3c/s1600-h/wakingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271696480019796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSjUBJdB0yI/AAAAAAAAADM/O8h_MUJil3c/s320/wakingup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember how sleep used to be so satisfying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how good it felt to wake up in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rested and ready &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for whatever the day may bring:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good, bad, exciting, surprising, painful, or unusual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frightened by what I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So deeply &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scared and nervous and anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I don't know what to do for them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I cried out to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and You held my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept me safe and protected and loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showered me in compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walked with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when no one else wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that in mind, I woke up today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without clouds of discouragement hanging over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without the weight of the world on my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without my feet in shackles&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a heart unbounded, overflowing with praise and awe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered You are faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered You are with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered that You will help me love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized that I don't need to hide myself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;under the covers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because You have wrapped me in Your Love&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always will.&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rest in You.&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/3225597177888664126-5422117082157414266?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/5422117082157414266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=5422117082157414266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5422117082157414266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5422117082157414266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSjUBJdB0yI/AAAAAAAAADM/O8h_MUJil3c/s72-c/wakingup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-7163673922488856473</id><published>2008-11-20T22:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:11:16.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSY71Kl_96I/AAAAAAAAADE/SR4Hy54Yhbs/s1600-h/telescope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270966198446585762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSY71Kl_96I/AAAAAAAAADE/SR4Hy54Yhbs/s320/telescope2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you lost your trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you never should have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, you never should have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't break your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever see this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't answer that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a bullet proof vest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the windows all closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be doing my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a telescope lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when all you want is friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see you soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why she believes hiding away is safer than being vulnerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure...no one can criticize you, no one can mock you, no one can look down on you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;but no one can know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't that the most dangerous thing of all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, let me be Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, let me be Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, let me be Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-7163673922488856473?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/7163673922488856473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=7163673922488856473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7163673922488856473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7163673922488856473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-you-soon.html' title='See You Soon'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSY71Kl_96I/AAAAAAAAADE/SR4Hy54Yhbs/s72-c/telescope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-613185581073125602</id><published>2008-11-19T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:13:25.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures in Clay Jars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSTtIwNuf9I/AAAAAAAAACc/zTAsFT4kcvY/s1600-h/jars2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270598198567534546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSTtIwNuf9I/AAAAAAAAACc/zTAsFT4kcvY/s320/jars2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Corinthians 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken."With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Therefore we do not lose heart.&lt;/span&gt; Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-613185581073125602?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/613185581073125602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=613185581073125602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/613185581073125602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/613185581073125602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-corinthians-4-therefore-since-through.html' title='Treasures in Clay Jars'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSTtIwNuf9I/AAAAAAAAACc/zTAsFT4kcvY/s72-c/jars2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-4026994619967697254</id><published>2008-11-18T14:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:51:16.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSMqpSpr8dI/AAAAAAAAACU/W4xRidY0QiU/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270102877823300050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSMqpSpr8dI/AAAAAAAAACU/W4xRidY0QiU/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't always have to hold your head higher than your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-4026994619967697254?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/4026994619967697254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=4026994619967697254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/4026994619967697254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/4026994619967697254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSMqpSpr8dI/AAAAAAAAACU/W4xRidY0QiU/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-504546921216318851</id><published>2008-11-16T22:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:43:59.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watercolours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSDtCDv86oI/AAAAAAAAACM/wd0-pSr6t54/s1600-h/writingasong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269472183645432450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSDtCDv86oI/AAAAAAAAACM/wd0-pSr6t54/s320/writingasong.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't mean to be intrusive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what did you mean by that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were you thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've dismantled a thousand songs, searching for the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;save, empty lyrics, empty melodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't mean to push...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when will things be different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will they be like you said they would?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thoughts run together like watercolours across the page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all you see are empty lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empty melodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empty love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when will I write a different song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-504546921216318851?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/504546921216318851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=504546921216318851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/504546921216318851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/504546921216318851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/watercolours.html' title='Watercolours'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SSDtCDv86oI/AAAAAAAAACM/wd0-pSr6t54/s72-c/writingasong.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-6351879525462532744</id><published>2008-11-13T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:49:07.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRzzgLWHqYI/AAAAAAAAACE/xC5Gbi4VdyQ/s1600-h/desks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268353398243568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRzzgLWHqYI/AAAAAAAAACE/xC5Gbi4VdyQ/s320/desks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sit down class, open up your textbooks to page 42.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porcupine-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antler-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;car-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bus-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;train-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plane-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;papa-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiss-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please-ology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's study class, let's study class. Sit down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology, Love-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology, Love-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology, Love-ology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology, Love-ology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology, Love-ology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love-ology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, forgive me, forgive me, forgive-me-ology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-6351879525462532744?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/6351879525462532744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=6351879525462532744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6351879525462532744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6351879525462532744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/loveology.html' title='Loveology'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRzzgLWHqYI/AAAAAAAAACE/xC5Gbi4VdyQ/s72-c/desks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-7007311168689440184</id><published>2008-11-12T22:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:28:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are No Mathematics to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRuxBwppwpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pFQ6PWYQCIM/s1600-h/loveexplosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267998832937517714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRuxBwppwpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pFQ6PWYQCIM/s320/loveexplosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love is not premeditated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can not be planned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love bursts up in extraordinary ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no mathematical certainty in Paul's category of love (1 Corinthians 13). This means I can not simply speak, "I am going to fully love NOW"; I must allow Love to be manifested in my own heart through the Holy Spirit. The springs of love are in God, not in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, my response must be to search him out with my whole heart, to wait for both his answer &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; his call. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My response must be to fall on my knees, face down before this incredible Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then allow it to move me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ephesians 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe this next thought will seem irrelevant at first glance, but it's how I'm feeling. I'm seeing more and more that hope and love are inseperable. I must hold onto the hope that will God move me with his love, and help me show his love to other people. I must hold onto the hope that God loves me like crazy, no matter what I'm feeling like. I must hold onto the hope that God is preparing love for me in this life, and that it's going to be awesome, but more importantly, he is preparing a place for me with Love eternal...a place with Him. I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamentations 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the woman who diligently seeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good thing to quietly hope, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quietly hope for help from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good thing when you're young to stick it out through the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When life is heavy and hard to take, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go off by yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter the silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bow in prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask questions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for hope to appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "worst" is never the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the Master won't ever walk out and fail to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he works severely, he also works tenderly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Lamentations 3. If anyone actually reads this, know you will hear me talk about this passage so often. I will definitely be discussing it in more detail on here; it is very close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-7007311168689440184?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/7007311168689440184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=7007311168689440184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7007311168689440184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/7007311168689440184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-no-mathematics-to-love.html' title='There Are No Mathematics to Love'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRuxBwppwpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pFQ6PWYQCIM/s72-c/loveexplosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-266468934019988524</id><published>2008-11-11T22:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:18:33.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe is Unsafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRphOY1Z2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SdPlOCcpONs/s1600-h/safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267629613975722482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRphOY1Z2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SdPlOCcpONs/s320/safe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that feeling too comfortable can put people into dangerous situations, without them realizing it. Being comfortable can create a kind of bubble...one that seems harmless enough, and generally viewed as positive, because it contains good friends, good situations, and just good things in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what if we get to a point where we find ourselves unable to leave that bubble? What if we enjoy being comfortable so much that we stop reaching out? What if we stop giving of ourselves? What if we cease to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May I never become too comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The safe is unsafe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Greta Salpeter of The Hush Sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-266468934019988524?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/266468934019988524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=266468934019988524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/266468934019988524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/266468934019988524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/safe-is-unsafe.html' title='Safe is Unsafe'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRphOY1Z2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SdPlOCcpONs/s72-c/safe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-1173562856574742282</id><published>2008-11-10T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:01:30.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRibd019wtI/AAAAAAAAABs/loB9jhuUMGE/s1600-h/Blog+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267130700913296082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRibd019wtI/AAAAAAAAABs/loB9jhuUMGE/s320/Blog+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was in Vancouver in February with my class, we spent an afternoon at the ocean. I collected a bunch of sea glass, which is basically just pieces of broken glass bottles that have been worn away at by the waves. I found it kind of cool...how the glass transforms from something so sharp, defined, and pointy to something much smoother and softer, kind of a refined version of itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is doing the same in me: slowly eroding away my old self, and changing me to be continually more like Him. On my sea glass, I wrote all the things that he is perfecting in me: hope, peace, discipline, wisdom, compassion, righteousness, faith, brotherly kindness, mercy, trust, patience, humility, unfailing love. I'm so thankful he has the power to create change in me, and that he loves me so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if anyone from the class going this year will love and enjoy the sea glass as much as I did... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-1173562856574742282?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/1173562856574742282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=1173562856574742282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/1173562856574742282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/1173562856574742282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/sea-glass.html' title='Sea Glass'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRibd019wtI/AAAAAAAAABs/loB9jhuUMGE/s72-c/Blog+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-4375289283648092141</id><published>2008-11-09T20:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:53:07.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Excellence of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRek1fHf3aI/AAAAAAAAABk/nmqGWnLmjRQ/s1600-h/heartcloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266859528026054050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRek1fHf3aI/AAAAAAAAABk/nmqGWnLmjRQ/s320/heartcloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient. Love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant; does not act unbecomingly, does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away. If there are tongues, they will cease. If there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part, but when the Perfect comes, the partial will be done away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man I did away with childish things. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; now I know in part, but then I will know fully, just as I also have been fully known. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now faith, hope, love: abide these three, but the greatest of these is &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You for your great Love, God.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to show Love like You do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-4375289283648092141?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/4375289283648092141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=4375289283648092141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/4375289283648092141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/4375289283648092141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/excellence-of-love.html' title='The Excellence of Love'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRek1fHf3aI/AAAAAAAAABk/nmqGWnLmjRQ/s72-c/heartcloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-8717405219339644647</id><published>2008-11-08T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:03:34.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Hand Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266533141897457058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRZ7_UCeraI/AAAAAAAAABM/7UwVs0miCqw/s320/Blog+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRZ8AZtL1II/AAAAAAAAABU/4cdSB8ot8MU/s1600-h/Blog+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266533160598623362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRZ8AZtL1II/AAAAAAAAABU/4cdSB8ot8MU/s320/Blog+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266533172819850658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRZ8BHO89aI/AAAAAAAAABc/PKMH_vTL-Qo/s320/Blog+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love these shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got them for $4.99 at Value Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder where the person who had them before me walked with them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder who they talked to in them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder what kind of adventures they had in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second hand clothing holds so many stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that's why I love it so much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-8717405219339644647?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/8717405219339644647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=8717405219339644647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/8717405219339644647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/8717405219339644647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-hand-shoes_08.html' title='Second Hand Shoes'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRZ7_UCeraI/AAAAAAAAABM/7UwVs0miCqw/s72-c/Blog+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-3457591092824946039</id><published>2008-11-07T16:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:48:25.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRS-55ThyvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeKjjQdox4A/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266043766147500786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRS-55ThyvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeKjjQdox4A/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hug Poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bradley Hathaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read about how you touched them, and they were healed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or even if someone just touched your cloak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were forever changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You let a broken woman bathe your feet in her tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you washed your best friends' feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just wondering though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever just hug people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean I know it's a silly question and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure you would have, why wouldn’t you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how whenever there was a touch from you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sins were forgiven and sickness fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I’m caught up in my sins, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing special here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just a kid with a heavy heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these passing sunrises and sunsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because all I really need is a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's okay for me to imagine right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay good, then hug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not one of these sideways one arm around the neck type hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pat pat on the back back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or you put your right arm over my left arm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I put my right arm under your left arm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, none of those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEAR HUG ME MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take your old school carpenter arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and throw them over my upper body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving my arms dangling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;underneath yours somewhere so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can barely move them because you're squeezing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then hold me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT TO CRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I just can’t seem to do it on my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drip down my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hold me in this hugging pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a hug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-3457591092824946039?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/3457591092824946039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=3457591092824946039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3457591092824946039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/3457591092824946039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SRS-55ThyvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeKjjQdox4A/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-6227118147392052216</id><published>2008-11-06T18:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:53:12.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SROK3DudEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5bywCM18Wv8/s1600-h/walkaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705067823829138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SROK3DudEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5bywCM18Wv8/s320/walkaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someday I will walk away without shame &lt;div align="center"&gt;be completely free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wash my hands of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for today, I will trust in Your unfailing Love--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take comfort, have peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because You are here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So loving, so faithful is he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I wait for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-6227118147392052216?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/6227118147392052216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=6227118147392052216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6227118147392052216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/6227118147392052216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SROK3DudEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5bywCM18Wv8/s72-c/walkaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225597177888664126.post-5323645014751649466</id><published>2008-11-03T22:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:53:33.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SQ_SgKV2VCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v7-u86XRqEY/s1600-h/map.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657939393041442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SQ_SgKV2VCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v7-u86XRqEY/s320/map.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inevitably, the identity of a person is affected by the circumstances, events, and people that surround them. Past hurts can evolve into a kind of road map, one that is intently and carefully followed, one that leads people to believe they are finding themselves when they are progressively losing themselves within the keys and legends of the atlas. If I choose to follow the map of my false identities at all cost, I am opting to live selfishly, and will bring destruction everywhere I go. There is nothing wrong about following a map, but it is important to realize it is only a snapshot in time. Future roadblocks, obstacles, and difficulties can not be predicted by a map. While useful as a reference point, a map will not provide all the information needed for a journey; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some things must be learned along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225597177888664126-5323645014751649466?l=letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/feeds/5323645014751649466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225597177888664126&amp;postID=5323645014751649466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5323645014751649466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225597177888664126/posts/default/5323645014751649466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letoldviceselapse.blogspot.com/2008/11/maps.html' title='Maps'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17925820902962177983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tR2E16SpGfY/SQ_SgKV2VCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v7-u86XRqEY/s72-c/map.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
