<?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-8984676821743372061</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:09:45.856-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='united pursuit'/><category term='teddy bears'/><category term='aproval'/><category term='oh bravo'/><category term='Dry'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Unitec'/><category term='refuge'/><category term='Calling'/><category term='christian'/><category term='pray'/><category term='THERE'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='obssesion'/><category term='sustain'/><category term='teddy bears looking at mirrors'/><category term='hope'/><category term='SOUL'/><category term='this is your life'/><category term='water'/><category term='journal'/><category term='JESUS'/><category term='license'/><category term='12:00'/><category term='senior year'/><category term='children 18:3'/><category term='friends'/><category term='the begining of the start'/><category term='future'/><category term='mirrors'/><category term='point is taken'/><category term='18'/><category term='grey'/><category term='judge'/><category term='God'/><category term='never fails'/><category term='college'/><category term='2010'/><category term='legal'/><category term='lecrea'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Meant for something More'/><category term='part of life'/><category term='life'/><category term='hip hop;Go hard'/><category term='day'/><category term='tedashii'/><category term='rely'/><category term='toystory 3'/><category term='animal'/><category term='club dreamlab'/><category term='let me in'/><category term='miike snow'/><category term='switchfoot'/><category term='fail'/><category term='love'/><category term='the glorious unseen'/><title type='text'>Dove Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>I dont want to talk about you like your not in the room...I want to look right at you I want to sing right to you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-2717892935811339939</id><published>2011-09-05T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:30:41.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JESUS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obssesion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the vision</title><content type='html'>The Vision&lt;br /&gt;  The vision?&lt;br /&gt;The vision is JESUS- obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.&lt;br /&gt;And they are FREE from materialism.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at 9-5 little prisions.&lt;br /&gt;They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldnt even notice.&lt;br /&gt; They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.&lt;br /&gt;They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no  passport. People write their addressess in pencil and wonder at their  strange existence.&lt;br /&gt;They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                What is the vision?&lt;br /&gt; The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and  adults angry. It gave up on the game of minimum integrity long ago to  reach for the stars.&lt;br /&gt; It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.  Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.&lt;br /&gt; It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Ssatan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.&lt;br /&gt;A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one  day win the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"&lt;br /&gt;                And this is the sound of the UNDERGROUND. The whisper of  history in the making foundations- shaking revolutionaries dreaming-  once again mystery is scheming in whispers conspiracy is breathing....&lt;br /&gt;                 This is the sound of the underground and the army is discipl(in)ed.&lt;br /&gt; Young people who beat their bodies into submission.&lt;br /&gt;Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tatoo on  their back boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."&lt;br /&gt; Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. martyrs.&lt;br /&gt;Who can stop them?&lt;br /&gt; Can hormones hold them back?&lt;br /&gt; Can failure succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Can fear scare them or death kill them?&lt;br /&gt;And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking,  with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of  laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waiting. Watching: 24-7-365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes they will give: breaking the rules.&lt;br /&gt; Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights  and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting  essentials.&lt;br /&gt; The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer  pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties  before the cockerel cries.&lt;br /&gt;They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside. On the outside?  they hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and  celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their  popularity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They would lay down their very lives- swap seats with the man on death  row- guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair. With blood and  sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they  pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.  Their DNA transfusion with JESUS. ( He breathes out, they breathe in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their subconscious sings, They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.&lt;br /&gt; Don't you hear them coming?&lt;br /&gt;Herald the weirdos!&lt;br /&gt; Summon the losers and the freaks.&lt;br /&gt; Here comes the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed  by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds  of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.&lt;br /&gt; And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it willc ome easily; it  will come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation  itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow  is his today. My distant hope is his 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous,  resounding, bone-shaking great "Amen!" from countless angels, from  heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original  dreamer, the ultimate winner.&lt;br /&gt; Guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pete Greig- Author of RedMoonRising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2717892935811339939?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2717892935811339939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/09/vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2717892935811339939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2717892935811339939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/09/vision.html' title='the vision'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-3911875310416231384</id><published>2011-08-31T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:20:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your calling is..</title><content type='html'>"Your calling is ...&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; your calling is to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Find out who he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. To go on a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Treasure hunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;Discover &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who he is &lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we are made to think thoughts of God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take verses and press them into our minds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ask Questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        questions are the doorway to revelation .. God asks us questions to give us revelation of who he is..&lt;br /&gt;- Cory Russel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-3911875310416231384?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/3911875310416231384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-calling-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/3911875310416231384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/3911875310416231384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-calling-is.html' title='your calling is..'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-4456386733489427054</id><published>2011-07-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:57:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians+3:17&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Corinthians 3:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the &lt;b&gt;Lord&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Spirit&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;where&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Spirit&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;Lord&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;, there &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-4456386733489427054?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/4456386733489427054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-corinthians-317-now-lord-is-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4456386733489427054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4456386733489427054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-corinthians-317-now-lord-is-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-8920584899582677409</id><published>2011-07-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:45:14.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united pursuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Let Me In (song by United Pursuit Band)</title><content type='html'>the lyrics to this song &amp;lt;3 they move me so much ..this is what God feels for you.   &lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1m4vRL_HwhM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your heart and let me in &amp;lt;3 ..  I am aching with love for you ,&lt;br /&gt;I am longing for you ..&lt;br /&gt;look my way , look my way , look my way my love&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be great its gonna be wild .. its gonna be full of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his heart is aching with love for you ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-8920584899582677409?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/8920584899582677409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-me-in-song-by-united-pursuit-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8920584899582677409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8920584899582677409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-me-in-song-by-united-pursuit-band.html' title='Let Me In (song by United Pursuit Band)'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1m4vRL_HwhM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-7807569168736819681</id><published>2011-06-29T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:06:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abandonment</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A1GAzRHiOyo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="299" width="359"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what counts , this is what i want ..&lt;br /&gt;how far can i Go?&lt;br /&gt; God is looking at my heart&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day .. did i learn to love ?&lt;br /&gt;one thing ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-7807569168736819681?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/7807569168736819681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/abandonment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/7807569168736819681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/7807569168736819681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/abandonment.html' title='abandonment'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A1GAzRHiOyo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-6636631580688836073</id><published>2011-06-28T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:57:33.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the glorious unseen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sustain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>sustain</title><content type='html'>Cover me - there's a battlefield ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Cover me - there's an enemy that wants to have my head.&lt;br /&gt;Why do You let evil have its way? How can You let orphans die in vain?&lt;br /&gt;When will You give answers for the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place where hope can still sustain? ...where hope can still sustain?&lt;br /&gt;Cover me as I walk this out alone - as I search deserted streets -&lt;br /&gt;for a place to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;I've wandered over all the earth - like an angel without wings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a song without a voice. I'm a ghost without a grave.&lt;br /&gt;Why do You let evil have its way? How can You let orphans die in vain?&lt;br /&gt;When will You give answers for the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place where hope can still sustain? ...where hope can still sustain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please come, take the burdens that have held me down so long... so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I scream Your name again, will You reach my bloody hands?&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm holding on to You - for You can make me new.&lt;br /&gt;If I scream Your name again, will You reach my bloody hands?&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm holding to Your arms. I've been holding on so long.&lt;br /&gt;(If I scream Your name again, will You reach my bloody hands?&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm holding on to You - for You can make me new.)&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding on so long.&lt;br /&gt;(If I scream Your name again, will You reach my bloody hands?&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm holding on to You - for You can make me new.)&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding on so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WGYEHN_VUzg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-6636631580688836073?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/6636631580688836073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/sustain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6636631580688836073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6636631580688836073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/sustain.html' title='sustain'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WGYEHN_VUzg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-6341419718324631478</id><published>2011-06-19T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:43:46.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the grace of God, our experience of Gods love is not to be quenched nor drowned by any flood. many have a quenched heart in which their ability to experience God love has been drowned. the truth about songs unlocks  our heart by the fire of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Set me (Jesus) as a seal upon your heart .. for love( Gods love in us) is a strong as death... its flames are flames of fire many waters (persecution,sin,condemnation,pressures) cannot quench this love, nor the Floods can drown it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;song of songs 8:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from Mike Bickle-song of songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-6341419718324631478?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/6341419718324631478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6341419718324631478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6341419718324631478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire.html' title='fire'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-1889393862522579168</id><published>2011-06-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:48:27.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refuge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>hope is ..</title><content type='html'>.. i  was listening to  t&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzZDNP9KyjE"&gt;his song by misty Edwards ..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point during this song she says in the lyrics disillusionment is your gift  for me&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i heard this.. it didnt make sense to me .. how can it ever be Good to be disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;how can this be a gift?&lt;br /&gt;now i know why ..now i know what this means.. God has been showing me somthing lately ..... this is  .. if  put my Hope in ANYTHING  that isnt him i WILL   be disappointed  ..this world is going to disapoint me .. even  the people that i look up to .. they are going to make mistakes . because people are unstable .. people change.. if i put my hope in people, my hope will be unstable.. i will have hope sometimes but..not always... if people fail me .. where does my hope Go?&lt;br /&gt;God is showing how much i need him .. how much i need his guidance .. his counsel..&lt;br /&gt;there comes a point in my life where im aware .. im aware he is the only one, he is the only one who will NEVER fail me .. he is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the  only TRUE source of Hope&lt;/span&gt; , here is where my faith needs to be.. i cant be without him.. he is what keeps me Going.. he is the only place where our faith and our hope will sustain .. we can  find a temporary refuge somewhere else.. but it will eventually crumble .. its like finding refuge in a cardboard box when you are in a storm .. God is a rock .. and no matter what .. no matter how BIG and terrrible this storm is ..this rock is stable ..&lt;br /&gt;this gives me so much peace.. i know that no matter what happens .. i have my Jesus .. he will not leave me .. he takes care of me . i find my peace my hope and my refuge in him ..&lt;br /&gt;this world.. is getting more and more disturbing with time .. my heart breaks for it .. because i know not everyone knows about this Rock  and it goes  and hides inside a cardboard box ..&lt;br /&gt;when the storm comes (and it will come ) oh I pray .. may you Get to know this refuge.. MAY YOU FEEL what this feels like .. may you feel his coverage.. may you feel his love. his shelter ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMa6vrBD6NY/TgrIo7ohmhI/AAAAAAAAANg/fFf9Zb8KJsY/s1600/4489529524_771c5b5e14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMa6vrBD6NY/TgrIo7ohmhI/AAAAAAAAANg/fFf9Zb8KJsY/s320/4489529524_771c5b5e14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623527690253474322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-1889393862522579168?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/1889393862522579168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/1889393862522579168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/1889393862522579168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope-is.html' title='hope is ..'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMa6vrBD6NY/TgrIo7ohmhI/AAAAAAAAANg/fFf9Zb8KJsY/s72-c/4489529524_771c5b5e14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-6426061152773273544</id><published>2011-05-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:20:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iW_f8aO77sc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="286" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;There is a light&lt;br /&gt;It burns brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;He steals the night&lt;br /&gt;And casts no shadow&lt;br /&gt;There is hope&lt;br /&gt;Should oceans rise and mountains fall&lt;br /&gt;He never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take heart&lt;br /&gt;Let His love lead us through the night&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to hope&lt;br /&gt;And take courage again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In death by love&lt;br /&gt;The fallen world was overcome&lt;br /&gt;He wears the scars of our freedom&lt;br /&gt;In His Name&lt;br /&gt;All our fears are swept away&lt;br /&gt;He never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And all our tears&lt;br /&gt;God our hope&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our failure&lt;br /&gt;And all our fear&lt;br /&gt;God our love&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our heartache&lt;br /&gt;And all our pain&lt;br /&gt;God our healer&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our burdens&lt;br /&gt;And all our shame&lt;br /&gt;God our freedom&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And all our tears&lt;br /&gt;God our hope&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our failures&lt;br /&gt;And all our fear&lt;br /&gt;God our love&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God our justice&lt;br /&gt;God our grace&lt;br /&gt;God our freedom&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God our refuge&lt;br /&gt;God our strength&lt;br /&gt;God is with us&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-6426061152773273544?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/6426061152773273544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6426061152773273544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/6426061152773273544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-heart.html' title='take heart'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iW_f8aO77sc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-5380751237563208169</id><published>2011-05-29T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:21:19.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that feeling .. when you are in his arms, he is calming your spirit .. giving you a peace that cannot be described or understood.. this is what this song make me feel .. and by him I mean my beautiful God :)i just want to be in his arms .. &amp;lt;3 and never leave this song can be downloaded free here ------&amp;gt; :)&lt;a href="http://www.comeandlive.com%20/"&gt; comeandlive.com &lt;/a&gt;http://www.comeandlive.com/CLD/TheEmberDays/index.htmlthe video , is them singing it live what an amazing song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-5380751237563208169?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/5380751237563208169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/5380751237563208169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/5380751237563208169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='in arms'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-8444447888145982476</id><published>2011-05-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:30:40.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a crack on the wall</title><content type='html'>last night, in that moment .. im laying in my bed.. not falling asleep yet, but getting ready to... i started to pray, being vulnerable.. in front of My God .. just telling him my deepest thoughts.. i continued.. God brought an image to my mind.. i closed my eyes.. and i saw&lt;br /&gt;it was a guy sitting in a dark room, he was sitting there looking into the darkness, i couldnt  even see his face, i saw his shadow.. he looked comfortable there.. he was sitting in chair .. until there was sudenly a little crack on the wall.. and some light came in.. this light .. it bothered him.. he was accustomed to being in the dark.. this light , it hurt his eyes.. he tried covering the light  .. putting things to cover the hole but when they touched the light they disintegrated  this light was so strong he couldnt stop it.. he went close to where the light hit .. he see through the hole.. outside was so different .. it was warm.. he saw the sun ,he saw the landscape, he loooked at he where  was..its was cold.. it was dark .. he was alone .. he looked around  and he saw nothing worth staying for  . he wants to go outside. he looks again through the hole  he feels the warmth of the sunlight, the crack becomes bigger .. he gets closer ... starts looking for a way out , he gets desperate to leave.. he want to feel the suns warm embrace.. he starts looking .. he finds a switch .. he finds that he is in   big  room .. turns out there are other people there too..doing what he was doing just sitting there .. they dont like him .. the lights make them uncomfortable .. he sees the is a door.. someone came and turned the light off again.. but he already has his hand on the knob.. he opens the door.. even more light comes in ..some people yell at him.. some people look in shock ...  he goes outside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-8444447888145982476?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/8444447888145982476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/crack-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8444447888145982476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8444447888145982476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/crack-on-wall.html' title='a crack on the wall'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-7216999862972713792</id><published>2011-05-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:24:37.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never fails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMgSYecO9Jc/Tb-hPffd80I/AAAAAAAAANE/jn2lVZNoZRM/s1600/j%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMgSYecO9Jc/Tb-hPffd80I/AAAAAAAAANE/jn2lVZNoZRM/s320/j%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602373748995781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     found my old journal a couple days ago .. read through it,&lt;br /&gt;                        i still remenber the day i wrote this ..  i was probably 15 or 16 ..&lt;br /&gt;                                     it was during this age that i started having questions..&lt;br /&gt;                      did anyone really care about me? (other than my parents of course) ..&lt;br /&gt;for some reason ..i thought i was alone in this world ... me against .. well ..everyone&lt;br /&gt;and since.. i knew i couldnt win against ..everyone.. i just shut myslef down..&lt;br /&gt;and wouldnt let anyone in.. that way,  i wouldnt be rejected.. ( this doesnt even make sense to me now. .. but back then it was so real to me)&lt;br /&gt;as i look back .. what i needed the most was to feel loved,  and when i found this amazing place&lt;br /&gt;.. this never ending source of love.. i was just so in awe...&lt;br /&gt;I know God is many things. he is this big majestic God.. .. sometimes i remember  feeling intimidated .. he is so big ..so powerful.. and im so unperfect.. this  sinner.. with so many flaws.. what if im not good enough? wouldnt he want someone better?&lt;br /&gt;he came to me .. he knocked on my door.. he wants me&lt;br /&gt;this majestic ... big powerful God. .. loves me , .. wants me .. cares about me ..&lt;br /&gt;and loves me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;his love keeps me going..&lt;br /&gt;its genuine.. this love wont force its way into your heart.. it wont try to manipulate you .. it wont leave when you mess up..&lt;br /&gt;this is the type of love he mentions .. this is the type of love he has for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; his Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 5:8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 8:37&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor  principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor  height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to  separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="article_ad"&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 8:17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love those who love me; And those who diligently seek me will find me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-7216999862972713792?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/7216999862972713792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/05/found-my-old-journal-couple-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-3809537958029038630</id><published>2011-04-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:22:40.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cyheJ480LYA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/iframe&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this skit speaks for itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your all i want.. your all i need .. your everything (8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-3809537958029038630?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/02/purpose-of-your-life-on-starbucks-cup.html' title='The Purpose of Your Life on a Starbuck&apos;s cup.'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-4403336698392206971</id><published>2011-01-11T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:19:52.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hhrBOLG11Vo?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we feel the rains of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;we feel the winds of your love&lt;br /&gt;now the heartbeat of heaven let us hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-4403336698392206971?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/4403336698392206971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4403336698392206971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4403336698392206971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-it-rain.html' title='Let It Rain'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hhrBOLG11Vo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-487563916872202563</id><published>2011-01-11T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:08:26.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1w2UUhPJAwA?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glorious unseen- how he loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are his portion ,&lt;br /&gt;he is our prize ,&lt;br /&gt;drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;if grace is an ocean ,... we are all sinking.&lt;br /&gt;then heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart﻿ turns violently inside of my chest....&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have time to think about theese regrets when i think about .. oh how he loves , oh how he loves us &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-487563916872202563?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/487563916872202563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-he-loves_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/487563916872202563'/><link 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something More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is your life'/><title type='text'>the resolution</title><content type='html'>i never make new years resolutions.. im always like "why bother?, im not gonna do it anyway"&lt;br /&gt;i used to   always say ... im gonna eat healtier.. do more excercise .. that kind of thing.. but nothing ever changed so then  i came to a point where. why even bother...right? i gave up even  before the year started ,&lt;br /&gt;i dont remenber what goals i had set for 2010.. but i do know this year set a big mark in my life&lt;br /&gt;it was a big year ..i feel like ive grown  ...spiritually , emotionally,  .. ive changed.&lt;br /&gt;big things happened this year..some Good some bad..some  in between.&lt;br /&gt;i feel different,&lt;br /&gt;i know im not perfect...but i feel more confident , this year i am actually making alist of things i want to accomplish..to me this is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;this year 2011 i want to be more disciplined.. that is my biggest goal..&lt;br /&gt;i want to grow closer to God this year, fall in love with him even more, and i never want to stop&lt;br /&gt;last year i recognize ive been  lazy ... in so many ways,  but i renounce .. i have so much more to live for i refuse to live a life of feeling "blah"..i know there will be days where i wont feel this way ...&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want this to take over my life.  i know what i need to do.. read my bible, pray, fast.. seek him insesantly&lt;br /&gt;i want to live a radical life for my God.. and i refuse to conform.. this year 2011, I want even more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-7882011805143040708?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' 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music .. and it hit me.. this song .. what its  about( at least for me )&lt;br /&gt;im that little girl the song is talking about ..how many times have i felt like im never Good enough.. seriously ... ive felt like im up against the best ..(in this song its a clown and a beautiful ballerina) but seriously to me  .. ive never felt like im the best at anything ..there is always someone better .. there is always someone who makes it look prettier,someone smarter someone who is more of this and more of that ... someone ,who i compare myself to ..i look at them then i look at myself .. and i feel like im nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like that little girl with her little unimpressive song ..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run off the stage with bitter tears of shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Close my eyes and try so hard to make it go away,I just wanna go home and tell my teddy bear "I failed, I failed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the eyes of the world.. im nothing special.. i am very aware of that..  just a heart with a willingness to try my best ..and many times even  my best  just isnt enough ..&lt;br /&gt;ive had sooo ,soo many issues with not feeling good enough ..low selfesteem..,guarding myself with low expectations&lt;br /&gt;but then there came my heavenly father..&lt;br /&gt;and just like in the song..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turned around the corner just to hear my daddy say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, bravo, you're the best, you're my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, bravo, that will always be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Look at me, your song was beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And even if nobody ever knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ...Bravo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has opened my eyes ,i no longer want to see myslef through the eyes of the world.. he loves me ..he sees my heart  and he thinks im beautiful.. this is where i find my validation.. this is where i feel like im something .. and with him .. i feel like i can do things .. i feel like it no longer just me and my little unimpressive attempt .. he has my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-3596822733629967075?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/3596822733629967075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/12/clown-and-ballerina-oh-bravo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Fellowship of the Unashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I have Holy Spirit power.&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped over the line,&lt;br /&gt;The decision has been made,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disciple of His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.&lt;br /&gt;My past redeemed, my present makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;My future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished and done with low living, sidewalking,&lt;br /&gt;Small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Tame visions, worldly talking,&lt;br /&gt;Cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need preeminence, position,&lt;br /&gt;Promotion, applause or popularity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized,&lt;br /&gt;Praised, regarded or rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience.&lt;br /&gt;I'm uplifted by prayer, and labour empowered.&lt;br /&gt;My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;My road is narrow, my way is rough,&lt;br /&gt;My companions are few, my God reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission is clear.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bumped, compromised, detoured,&lt;br /&gt;Lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.&lt;br /&gt;I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate in the presence of my adversaries,&lt;br /&gt;Negotiate at the table of my enemy&lt;br /&gt;Or ponder at the pool of popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up, shut up, let up&lt;br /&gt;Until I've stayed up, stored up,&lt;br /&gt;Prayed up, preached up for the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Disciple of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will fight for You,&lt;br /&gt;We will die for You.&lt;br /&gt;We will go&lt;br /&gt;For You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-4571721836121395178?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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cant see it because its hidden really well,your anxious to get it, you cant stop thinking about , you start imagining what this gift is like .. your tempted to start looking around ,but deep down you know you have to wait till you get it... all you can do have faith that there is something for you, and that you are going to like it..&lt;br /&gt;im currently studying in a university ..and its ok ,  for now i know  this is where im sposed to be&lt;br /&gt;it was hard in the begining,but  as the this first  semester ends.. and i am looking foward to christmas break , i see that i am starting to settle in .. ive made new friends and ive learned things i never thought i was capable of doing, i dont get lost anymore .. and im learning to  make the best of it ..but i can honestly tell you, i dont know if i will stay here .. not that i dont want to finish my college education ..but i  want so much more.. something inside tells me, your here for now .. but your not here for good .. you will go ..but  just wait for the right time, wait till i show you where ..wait till i show you how..&lt;br /&gt;this is where i  wait .. and this is where my faith has to kick in .. i have a promise, i have a calling&lt;br /&gt;and i know .. no matter where i am .. no matter what .. everything is Going to be ok ..&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan for me .and .i know its perfect...When God wants something to happen He WILL make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;i have hope, and i have hope because he is in me ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-6746666950739673343?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/6746666950739673343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 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left out..&lt;br /&gt;drawing: the worst part of this class is i dont need to take it.. its my "elective" but its the class that requires the most amount of work .. its always this class.. i try really hard , i spend hours in a drawing or drawing excersise and still get a C .. its frustrating, and it makes me feel bad about myslef.. i like art.. i enjoy drawing.. but im never good enough.. im not an artistt i know that.. i just like art.. im not talented...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my best friend, but i dont want her to know it .. because i know she is doing something Good for herself ..and she is where she is where she is sposed to be right now .. but im selfish and im sad she is not here.. i know things would be so much better if she where here&lt;br /&gt;i have friends here in college but i have felt so lonely lately ..i get to see them but i we dont "talk-talk" we just chat .. you know .. i dont know them that well yet and they dont know me that well either our friendships are still very fragile and no one want to rock the boat and go somewhere uncomfortable ..i think they are awsome poeple.. and im really thankful God put them in my life.. but i wish i could get to know them more.. i wish i could just stop the small talk.. small talk is fine .. i guess.. but i want more .. when i was in highschool i was this quiet, shy,lonely girl .. who felt unnoticed.. i eventually found this group of girl and started feeling like a part of something.. i started to open up and started to show  them who i was ..and wasnt scared of being myslef anymore.. and i know im not the same girl from highschool anymore ... ive grown, ive changed .. but i dont want her to come back .. i still feel insecure,  im ok with being by myself from time to time .. but i hate feeling lonely .. i dont want to go back there.. and i dont want that wound to be dealt with ... it hurts  too much.. i know the people i hang out with dont make me who i am, i know people shouldnt be my joy.. but part of me longs to feel like im a part of something, and i miss having my support system.. my group of friends who i met with every tuesday for bible study.. i miss having teachers who where more than just teachers.. i miss it very much.. and right now i am venting .. i have had this building up inside of me for quite a while and today i couldn't hold it in anymore..&lt;br /&gt;today i was sitting in my room procrastinating ( as i usually do when i have lost motivation)&lt;br /&gt;i prayed For God to put people in my life that i can grow with and help grow and for  people i can be a blessing to. i trust my God , and i know eventually things will work out today a friend of mine reminded me  that the best things are worth waiting for.. the things the really matter are never easy .. i remenbered i asked God to put me out there, out of my comfort zone, and now im realizing he did, this isnt my comfort zone.. and i know in the long run this is all going to be ok.. i remenbered i told God that i want to live by faith.. and im seeing faith is a journey .. part of why im so weak today, the reason why today my soul feels broken and crushed is because I forgot about him..  its so easy to get caught up in the everyday, to lose yourself in the small details of life .. dumb i know .. but it happens..it happens to me .. i cant be shallow .. and giving up at this point for me just simply isnt an option..lToday God told me he loved me... i felt it ..  and the tears wouldnt stop.. i love my God so much.. he gets me and honestly ive never felt ive belonged anywhere, ive never felt like i fit in completely, and today .. when my wounds and insecurities feel out&lt;br /&gt;in the open, he came told me gets me .. and he loves me.. and im not alone&lt;br /&gt;i love my God ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-1370715080113343548?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-392843707466014249</id><published>2010-10-23T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:53:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the type</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i recently discovered my love for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flyleafmusic.com/"&gt;flyleaf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, im not usually into hard rock ( sorta).. well im not that into screamo.. im ok with a little screaming  in the background.. but not too much .. but i do like a little edge.., well anyyywaay.. the other day i was on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://jesusfreakhideout.com/"&gt; this websit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e and i saw flyleaf had a new album out ,( well sorta, it was an old post the album came out a while ago, but new to me ) ive heard some flyleaf before .. the popular ones .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;All around me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .. which i loved for a while... and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;cassie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. but i never had any interest in them as a band or any of their other music.. i don't know why though .. i guess i thought they where to" hardcore" for me or something ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but Ive learned a couple things since then,  i can like all sorts of music .. its ok to like a little bit of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its easy to label people according to the music they listen to,the thing is  if i did that i don't know where i would fall into.. i like everything .. from Taylor swift, to animal collective.. to aarmin van buuren, to random indie music to frank Sinatra  according to Wikipedia: stereotypes are standardized and simplified conceptions of groups based on some prior assumptions." why do we insist on putting people in boxes? giving them labels, and sorting them out like if they where articles of clothing .. people are way to complex to be put into one definite category .. we cant know the whole story just by looking at  someones appearance, yes, the music we listen to can show a glimpse about who we are ... but there is more to a person then just the music they listen to, what they wear, what they eat.. who they hang out it with .. theese factors may be a part of it .. but not they are not the whole package ...it cant be that simple ... we have soo much inside us .. if we rely on theese thing to find our identity, we will loose it .. because .. these things change all the time .. people change; circumstances change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and before we know it we don't know who we are .find ourselves  trying to be somebody else, but its exhausting .. emotionally draining ..and worst of all .. we feel  fake, where  posing,  .. why do we do this?, when we where created to be ourselves.. fearfully and wonderfully made .. loved since the moment you  where in ur mothers womb,  love unconditional, love that will never leave .. ever.. you don't have to pretend to be someone your not .. because he knows you .. more than you know yourself..  he knows .. he knows your insecurities .. he know your fears. he knows the deepest parts of your soul, the things you would never want anyone to see .. he knows and he doesn't judge you .. he feels for you .. when your heart breaks, his breaks too .. he loves you that much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he love you for who you are.. his creation .. his work of art..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you think you don't matter.. if you feel like you are uninteresting .. if you feel like a nobody ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you feel like someone who will never become something relevant.... know.. this is a lie.. know  .. know that you are so much more.. you where meant for greatness.. you have a reason to live , God doesnt create "accidents" God doesn't create "mistakes" and you where places on this earth for a reason .. stop thinking less of yourself and start living up to what you where meant to be .. Gods beloved, his son, his daughter .. to him you are unique .. special, if you let him in, if you let him break down your shell, let him break what you feel as a thick layer of protection ... your big wall.. he sees right through it  anyway ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you feel like you don't belong anywhere.. if you feel like nobody really knows you, the real you .. well he does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you don't need to pretend.. he loves you already.. you belong with him,&lt;br /&gt;we where meant to live with him .. to know him .. to love him and have him love you,&lt;br /&gt;dont settle for less..&lt;br /&gt;search for him and he will find you let him  wrap his arms around you..this is where you belong.. this who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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roasted on a stick.. theyre delicious....u  lick your lips to get it all .. its a quick treat..  a moment of  yum.&lt;br /&gt;just like  when you hear song you love, read something that make you go awww, laughing with friends, going down waterslide, snuggling with your cat,having your doggy get excited when you get home...finding an outfit that you like,wining a game, a cute guy,having things go your way ..having a moment of bliss... life's little peaks ..&lt;br /&gt;but is this  really all there is?&lt;br /&gt;these things are great, they give life a little umphff ..a little excitement ..they are marshmellows..one moment you have them .you enjoy them ...but then they're gone...&lt;br /&gt;can i want more than marshmellows? am i too serious?, too deep?.. yes i love these moments.. but can there be more? if I Admit this will anyone understand?too much? there is a possibility that i might be left alone on the campfire ..&lt;br /&gt;wether we know it or not ..we all have a longing for something greater..but  sometimes we choose to ignore it..and wait for the next thrill.. the next marshmellow ..until the bag runs out..all along feeling shallow ..truth is we all have some sort of depth.. even if we choose not to see it .. inside us we want something that will last .. not for a moment..not for a second.. fluffiness is okay in the begining..until it fades..then you want more..&lt;br /&gt;i used to live for marshmellows.. and i sometimes i still do..but i when i do .. it feels like a giant part of me is  unfulfilled.. because i was meant for so much more.. we all are&lt;br /&gt;there is more.. there is so much more besides myself,.. there is so much more beyond just a momentary thrill ..we just need to open our eyes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-6597928384829879117?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dry'/><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i think i have reached a place with my God, that i cant live without  him.. without him nothing makes sense.. he makes me who i am.. and who i  want to be.. he is my purpose.. my hope.. my future and my present .. king, father, creator,lover, friend.. i need him to be complete.. when i stray away from him .. when for some reason i feel he is far away from me .. i feel  empty.. and dry.... my soul dies without him..i need him.. i love him and i am see how much he loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when i feel everything is just to hard.. its too hard to follow him .. when i feel no one understands me and i choose to go against him .. when i choose to live for less than i was meant to .. when i choose to believe what the world feeds me even when i know it is all lies .... he opens my eyes ..  i see him everywhere.. i feel his embrace .. i see him pursing me .. loving me .. no matter what .. no matter what i have done .. no matter who i have become .. he loves unconditionally .. his love is greater that anything i have ever felt .. and i have never felt it anywhere else ..his love makes me understand how one is willing to sacrifice oneself  for another person. to go to great lenghts just to serve someone else .. his love changes people .. his love changed me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;he makes our hearts sensitive of him, of his spirit.. moves us ..  breaks us .. melts us.. shakes our inner being from the core to the point  that what breaks his heart breaks yours.. you want to love how he has loved you .. its hard .. if I said it any other way i would be lying, its exhausting .. it takes time ..  you have to search for him, pursue him .. want him with all your heart .. but i do not regret it.. i do not regret being who i was .. because i Got to feel him lifting me up .. i got to feel him changing me .. telling me who i am .. loving me for the girl he created.. his love never fails &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuzT8dgW-6Q/TJsbie3vXrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vpG6-9Lt96s/s1600/my+soul+pants+for+u.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2820463943206855390?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2820463943206855390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/09/water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2820463943206855390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2820463943206855390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/09/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-2804290046491519672</id><published>2010-09-21T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:54:47.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the better, the greater</title><content type='html'>I have this theory.. that in some point in our lives we all go through some sort of existential crises.. i had mine not that long ago .. this theory of mine could be a way of me not feeling like a weirdo or a deep realization about our human nature ( or something like that) we all want to know why we are here.. why are we alive?  am i special to anybody out there ? ..Do i have some special purpose here on earth?  if i where to die tomorrow.. was  the life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;I  know the answer to most of these questions.. deep down in the core of my heart.. I know the moment my life stopped being my own.. the moment i decided i didnt want to live just to live .. my life started to mean something.. i was always special to Him.. he always Loved me.. and will always love me no matter what.. but i was didnt see it .. i was too consumed in  myself... i never saw anything but me..sometime i go back to that.. life starts giving me crap .. and i focus on that .. i get stuck in my sucky littly rut .. focus on stupid little things .. and forget about the greater.. the better ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2804290046491519672?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2804290046491519672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-this-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2804290046491519672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2804290046491519672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-this-theory.html' title='the better, the greater'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-2422474141246148774</id><published>2010-08-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:07:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toystory 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>toy story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bsckids.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/toy-story-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.bsckids.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/toy-story-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so .. my new favorite movie right now is toy story three... i saw it a couple weeks ago..and i still remember it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i laughed.. i cried.. i even think it taught me something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the same day i went to see this movie, i went to the airport to say goodbye to a really close friend of mine. who i know i will miss...and well i have been having to say goodbye to a lot of people recently..they are going to study in the states.. or going to the other half of the world and who knows when i will ever see them again .. or worse  IF i will ever see them again.. the day i saw toy story three was a really sad day .. and im glad i saw it when i did.. i definitely lightened my day up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a part of me wants my friends to stay here and be with me always.. but that's just me being selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want them to be happy .. i want them live and have a wonderful life .. whether im in it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im sure there are people in my class i will probably never see again..it a part of life..and i accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end of the movie Andi didn't take his toys to college .. of course he didn't.. ( it would've been weird )  but he left them somewhere he knew they would be happy.. i cant do that for my friends..but i can pray for them .. i can encourage them .. i can be there for them no matter what.. loving  them someone doesn't always mean wanting them to be with me  forever.. part of loving is wanting to see them happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2422474141246148774?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2422474141246148774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/08/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2422474141246148774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2422474141246148774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/08/toy-story-3.html' title='toy story 3'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-8070586642822678099</id><published>2010-08-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:13:46.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club dreamlab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dreamlab- Love to Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WMgWKB3ezsQ/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMgWKB3ezsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMgWKB3ezsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-8070586642822678099?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/8070586642822678099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreamlab-love-to-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8070586642822678099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/8070586642822678099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreamlab-love-to-love-you.html' title='Dreamlab- Love to Love You'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-14039960208971846</id><published>2010-07-20T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:17:59.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='point is taken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>the point is taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont lie to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but dont tell me im wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; because i know im not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it would ruin  the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whos the person in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess i just go along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow ill be thinking clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the end is like a tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the point is taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel like the im a funnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ... its mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why does it have to be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is when i go and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just learned in this place i will stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will  love you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my heart goes out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you know this is not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i cant judge you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel so Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im in alphanumeric display &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="YontooInstallID"&gt;223B6DA0-2F21-BD4D-6E08-F07ED41E1E02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="YontooClientVersion"&gt;1.02.28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-14039960208971846?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/14039960208971846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/point-is-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/14039960208971846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/14039960208971846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/point-is-taken.html' title='the point is taken'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-2487893813577592066</id><published>2010-07-04T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:06:58.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unitec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>im THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i think im coming to a point in my life.. yes, if you have read my other posts, you know.. im there..right after high school, right before college.. and now its two months in between.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and im facing probably one of the biggest decision im ever going to make in my life.. what do i want to study?, what life to i want to live?, who am i going to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in the end i kind of know.. yet don't know the answers to my questions&lt;br /&gt;-what am i going to study? psychology, or something like that .. im still not sure.. but i do know something along that realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what life am i going to live?, i want to live a life that is pleasing in the eyes of my God,im in love with him.. i trust him ,not going to say im not scared.. i am, i have no idea whats coming.. i went to a small christian school.. and im going to yes.. a private,Honduran university.. but..its huge, yes, some of my friends will be there.. well two of my high school friends.. but .. its not like im going to be following them around..were probably going to have different classes.. different groups of friends..i mean were still going to be friends  but.. its not like im going to see them everyday... its not going to be like in high school.&lt;br /&gt;_who am i going to be? well this one, i could say is the easiest one ..but its not... the first thing i would say .. me, im just going to be me.. of course,but i know im going to change.. its natural, people change..and this something that i have no idea .. time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now the first thing i want to do, is to put it off... egh, its two months, whatever..i have time .&lt;br /&gt;but then.. time flies by in front of my eyes..june went by..and i didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;its going to be the same with these two months.&lt;br /&gt;its scary it really is..&lt;br /&gt;i guess all i can do is put it in Gods hands, trust him&lt;br /&gt;everything is going to be ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this bible verse.. the moment i read it, it brought peace to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Therefore do not worry  about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has  enough trouble of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; im  ok.. and i will be ok.. no matter what.. there is always someone looking out for me&lt;br /&gt;God says: im there, i always have been..always will be..things change.. people come..people go..but im still the same.rely on me..&lt;br /&gt;dont be scared.. im here.. and im not going anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2487893813577592066?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2487893813577592066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2487893813577592066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2487893813577592066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-there.html' title='im THERE'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-4544500062143666049</id><published>2010-07-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:24:06.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop;Go hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obssesion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecrea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tedashii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>my latest obssesions</title><content type='html'>well, it all started when i got introduced into&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lecrae"&gt; lacrea&lt;/a&gt; s music, at first i thought  was oh just another rapper ... whatever.. im not usually into hip- hop, why would this be different ?&lt;br /&gt;but   i youtubed him, and loved it.. just like that.. it was love.. i love his music ..its got a sick beat not to mention his songs speaks truth. the first time i heard this song i remember i felt so inspired.. this is my passion, if im living for myself, whats the point, he gives me a reason to live and Im done being just luke-warm i want to GO HARD for my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e5IPf6d_02g/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5IPf6d_02g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5IPf6d_02g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another day, i randomly found this other dude called Tedashii, another rapper.. yes another christian rapper.. it was in youtube and i just saw it looked like an good video, it had pretty color&lt;br /&gt;( im not gonna lie, yes that is why i clicked on it) but im glad i did, this song talks about war... spiritual war.. yes its there.. we dont see it but its going on right now..&lt;br /&gt;and we have to fight against our nature.. and take up our cross&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Q4lwYRUwDRM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4lwYRUwDRM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4lwYRUwDRM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-4544500062143666049?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/4544500062143666049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-latest-obssesions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4544500062143666049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/4544500062143666049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-latest-obssesions.html' title='my latest obssesions'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-3690371208209700442</id><published>2010-06-25T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:48:04.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is who i am.</title><content type='html'>i grew up , and still am in a very strong christian family&lt;br /&gt;but when i was little i hated going to church.. i didnt hate God or anything like that, i just thought it was extremely boring.. especially sunday school where they always made me color with used up crayons in a very hot .. AC-less room... with lots of kid i didnt know..&lt;br /&gt;as a little kid my parents tried to make me go.. and i do remenber going&lt;br /&gt;but later my parent never made us go to church.. it was always our choice.&lt;br /&gt;we could chose not to go.. and i usually did.and i went to grandmas and spent the afternoon watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up not liking church.&lt;br /&gt;i went to a christian school,  we took bible class , in elementary i remenber trying to memorize bible verses for the usual spellig/bible test on friday. we had a bible workbook and a bible in our cubbies. i knew of God, i knew all the bible stories, adam and eve in the Garden, noahs ark, the walls of jerico, daniel in the lions den, and all the usual..the songs..   my parents&lt;br /&gt;they bought us bible story books and this is what they read to us before bed..&lt;br /&gt;but it went beyond that.. i saw my parents were really passionate about this God,&lt;br /&gt;when there where hard times .. it was him who they realied on.. when my sister couldnt sleep at night because she was scared.. my dad prayed with her .. read scripture with her&lt;br /&gt;to me .. this God was their rock and thier refuge&lt;br /&gt;to me this God meant i wasnt allowed to do what i heard the other kids where doing,&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to fit it.. desperately .. and the worst part is that im shy .. but it used to be worse&lt;br /&gt;when i was in elementary,  i remenber sitting alone in recess.. being the last one to be picked.. always having to tell the teacher i didnt have a partner for the project.. it came to the point.. when i was in highschool that i wouldnt talk to anyone.. unless spoken to first.. unless i had to&lt;br /&gt;i had no friends .. i was just there.. i felt unoticed.. unloved.. i hated myself for being this way.&lt;br /&gt;i used to pretend i didnt care, i was the loner .. but in my heart i wished i was going to that party.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i had been invited to her house,  i sat in class and heard .. what they did in the weekend .. how they did that stupid thing in the mall ..and my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;then, in ninth grade this one teacher started a bible study.. i was curious so i went&lt;br /&gt;i remenber the first biblestudy i went to.. there where like 15 girls crammed in her little apartment living room.. i continued to go .. and there where less and less girl.. and it ended up being a group of around 9 or ten girls that where the ones that always came.. i was still shy, but i started to feel like was part of something.. i remenber it was here that i started opening up.. i started to share my heart.. feel like someone cared.&lt;br /&gt;that year, in the anual school retreat...&lt;br /&gt; i prayed to God ..&lt;br /&gt;i prayed .. father.. this is your life... father this is forever.. this is our journey.&lt;br /&gt;im still friends with the group that went to bible study .. im still really close to some of them,&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you whole heartedly, that my life has changed since i was in seventh grade..&lt;br /&gt;im still shy.. its just the way i am .. but now i know i am loved.. this is who i am .. this is who i was created to be.. i am loved.. yes .. i have friends now.. close friends&lt;br /&gt;but even more than that, i know there is some one who loves me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;i dont to pretend im someone im not for him to love me&lt;br /&gt;he knows me more than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;and he LOVES me, more than anyone else is even capable of loving&lt;br /&gt;its been a long journey since.. im not in ninth grade anymore ..in fact im not even in highschool anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i graduated last week.  i wont have chapels every monday, or bible class&lt;br /&gt;i dont HAVE  to read my bible&lt;br /&gt;i dont HAVE  to pray&lt;br /&gt;i want to .&lt;br /&gt;i now know the God my parents so passionately pursue, and want to please.&lt;br /&gt;and i love him, and i want to pursue and please him too&lt;br /&gt;i know what real love is, i know this sounds cheesy.. but its true.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to understand who i was.. in fact i dont even like to remenber who i was before ninth grade.. who was that girl?, why was i that way?&lt;br /&gt;truth is I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;right now .. right after highschool.. right before college... three months in between.&lt;br /&gt;i pray God puts amazing people in my life..&lt;br /&gt;even if they let me down, my identity is in God not people... they might think im some girl..&lt;br /&gt;but i know who i am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-3690371208209700442?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/3690371208209700442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-1030662991335176349</id><published>2010-06-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:37:03.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Summer Soundtrack - Free Music from Tooth &amp; Nail Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freetoothandnail.com/?action=fill"&gt;Your Summer Soundtrack - Free Music from Tooth &amp;amp; Nail Records&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. its pretty sweet ..&lt;br /&gt;as always im a sucker for free music&lt;br /&gt;check this out ..&lt;br /&gt;tooth and nail records give aways 15+ song for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ZOENIC%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ZOENIC%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/1030662991335176349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-summer-soundtrack-free-music-from.html' title='Your Summer Soundtrack - Free Music from Tooth &amp; Nail Records'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-351229507820798501</id><published>2010-06-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:16:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>so, after many stressful tests and long, long weeks of school, I can officially say i am done with high school. whats next? well honestly, i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;right now im focusing on right now...and right now i have the baccalaureate thing ( im still not sure of what it is),  graduation and .... yes, prom.&lt;br /&gt;it feels surreal... i don't if has really gotten to me yet.. maybe after graduation, after i see say goodbye to my classmates, and teachers.. after i go to the airport to say goodbye to my friends that are leaving to the states for college .. maybe then&lt;br /&gt;its weird.&lt;br /&gt;right now im in a state of.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-351229507820798501?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/351229507820798501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/351229507820798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/351229507820798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>znge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210927571049342523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-9130521939987415390</id><published>2010-05-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:27:45.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healing</title><content type='html'>today , i experienced something new.. and it feels really good.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kind of emotionally exhausted , but in a good way ( its hard to describe)&lt;br /&gt;on Wednesday, a couple of 9th graders have a bible study in my house .. i usually join them.&lt;br /&gt;my friend was telling me the other day how she had done this thing called inner healing ,i was intrigued, so she told me more, i kind of understood, but i still wanted to know more, .. i wanted to do it myself , so she suggested we do it on  9th grade b- study's Wednesday, and i was all for it&lt;br /&gt;we brought it up that day, but the leaders didn't know much about it..so my friend said she would ask her youth pastor to come and help out&lt;br /&gt;the next Wednesday.. only one kid showed up.. we still had bible study and it was good, it was just him, my sister, my friend and me..but we didn't do the inner healing thing &lt;br /&gt;i was disappointed.. but i knew, it still wasn't time, this wasn't the day it was sposed to happen,&lt;br /&gt;last  Wednesday we had bible study as we usually do and my friend called her youth pastor, he gave us bible verses,  and asked if we had any questions about it..and it took a while , just to explain what it was all about, inner healing is basically examining our lives..seeing aspects we might not have thought of before.&lt;br /&gt;he started by telling us to divide a sheet a paper into three separate parts..&lt;br /&gt;for the first part.. we listed things that have been in our family for a long time .. sicknesses, divorces, fights between families.. eating disorders, cancer .. that we see have caused hurt and pain from generation to generation .. what we can call generational curses..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote everything i could think of ..&lt;br /&gt;after we all finished he told us to repeat the prayer he was saying out loud, to be confident in it and to believe it with all our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;" dear God, we believe you have set us free you on the cross  you beat death, and we are your children.. father we come today to leave this at your cross.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;we are free from this sin that has been weighing us down.. we live for you and this is not going to keep us from you &lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;we are free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. after that we prayed by ourselves.. and started reading our list out loud but quiet enough for no one else to hear.. as we read the list out loud he started praying over us along with his two other friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the next section of the list we made a list of the sins we struggle with .. the sins that no matter what ..we keep falling to ..that seem to have a strong  hold on us .. that we keep repenting of .. but we still keep coming back to them.. he gave as an example a kid he knows who no matter how hard he tried , he couldnt stop watching pornography.. no matter how much he resisted.. his body  even woke up at the exact hour , even when he didn't want to ..&lt;br /&gt; as I started doing my list i started to feel heavy .. my stomach was in a knot.. i felt guilt ,shame.. I even thought of leaving out some things...but i didn't&lt;br /&gt;..we started praying again.. this time when i was praying, I felt like I was struggling ..as i read my long-long list  i started to&lt;br /&gt;stutter..  felt like if everyone was listening to my words.. I opened my eyes to see everyone completely absorbed into their own prayer.. and youth pastor and friends praying over us going around the room.. I feel to my knees and continued praying.. this time with even more intensity&lt;br /&gt;when i finished reading my list, he did a final prayer, when i stood up .. i felt like i had released something i had been carrying for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;after that.. he said.. this is probably the hardest part.. think of everyone that has ever hurt you ..anyone that has given you a hard time..&lt;br /&gt;- as i started making my list I noticed most of the people on my list where people i love.. my sister, my parents..and my close friends.. and it was for things they probably didnt even remember .. a hurtful comment.. having something i want and didn't get..making me feel less.&lt;br /&gt;when i was in elementary ... i was teased by my class and I was the kid that had no friends and was always picked last, .. ..Certain people who gave me nicknames and gave me a hard time , most of them are totally different from who they where in elementary .. but sometimes.. on rare occasions i still remember who they used to be .. and I don't want that .. the past is the past. I added my class to the list.&lt;br /&gt;-when i read this list out-loud.. in my heart i knew thees people had been forgiven..&lt;br /&gt;i started to cry..not because of sadness but because i hadn't felt this way in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we all finished praying we all got our papers and ripped them into tiny pieces.. into a bowl&lt;br /&gt;we suggested to burn them .. but it was late ...so for time matter we just discarded them.&lt;br /&gt;i volunteered, and smiled as i poured the tiny bit of paper into the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Isaiah 53:4, "Surely he hath borne our griefs, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;carried our  sorrows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and  afflicted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Psalms 147:3, "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their  wounds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;1 Peter 5:7, "Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Matthew 11:28-30, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden,  and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for  I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;James 5:16, "Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for  another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that ye may be healed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. The effectual fervent prayer of a  righteous man availeth much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Psalms 23:3, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He restoreth my soul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: he leadeth me in the paths of  righteousness for his name's sake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:15, "Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of  God; &lt;u&gt;lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and  thereby many be defiled&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2 Timothy 1:7, "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of  power, and of love, and of a sound mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="quote"&gt;Psalms 103:12, "As far as the east is from the west, so  far hath he removed our transgressions from us."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="quote"&gt;Romans 5:1, "Therefore being justified by faith, we  have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="quote"&gt;Isaiah 43:25, "I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy  transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="quote"&gt;Hebrews 10:22, "...draw near with a true heart in full  assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience,  and our bodies washed with pure water."Colossians 1:22-23, "...he has brought you back as his  friends. He has done this through his death on the cross in his own  human body. As a result, he has brought you into the very presence of  God, and &lt;u&gt;you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a  single fault&lt;/u&gt;. But &lt;u&gt;you must continue to believe this truth and  stand in it firmly&lt;/u&gt;. Don't drift away from the assurance you received  when you heard the Good News. The Good News has been preached all over  the world, and I, Paul, have been appointed by God to proclaim it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-9130521939987415390?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/9130521939987415390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/05/healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/9130521939987415390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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started looking for blogs to follow.. an no i dont mean just clicking follow to every single blog that i land on .. actually reading them ..actually taking the time to read thier new and old blogposts&lt;br /&gt;and I found some cool, interesting,inspiring , moving stories .. and i love it&lt;br /&gt;i remenber when I first started this blog .. i just wanted a place to vent.. and write down my thoughts...like a diary .. i never thought anyone would ever see this..&lt;br /&gt;one day it occured to me .. its a blog, i should join a comunity or something&lt;br /&gt;and i did.. and now people actually read my blog.. and follow it .. its kind of exciting&lt;br /&gt;i like this whole blogging thing.. i like that i get to get a glimpse into other peoples lives, i like that i can open up and bassically pour my thoughts and feelings to strangers .. i like it , it feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I want to be adventurous..I want to be the crazy traveller person type.. i want to go places.. enjoy them.. savour them,embrace them, get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;when i am able to ... i want go on ramdom spur of the moment roadtrips, even if i dont know where im going .. roll down the windows , breath the fresh air, plug in my ipod and play my music loud&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the type of person that gets down  frown  the car and walks and takes pictures... even if its in the middle of nowwhere ..&lt;br /&gt;i guess deep  inside me there is an adverntourous heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2646235548612147979?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2646235548612147979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life .... are you who you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple.. yet it pierces my heart to the deepest part... who do i want to be?,&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-2065889538363598490?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/2065889538363598490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/2065889538363598490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your life .&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know if youve ever felt this .. but i felt God speaking to me through that song&lt;br /&gt;during theese months( me being a senior and all), i  have been feeling , like .. well its hard to describe.. like my life hasnt started yet..&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS YOUR LIFE , ARE  YOU WHO YOU WANT TO BE?"&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS YOUR LIFE, ARE YOU EVERYTHING YOU DREAMED THAT IS WOULD BE WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNGER, AND YOU HAD EVERYTHING TO LOOSE"&lt;br /&gt;theese words, i can just feel them  ressonating in my insides, its like they go deep inside to somehwere even I didnt know existed in me&lt;br /&gt;I have a bassic idea of what I want to be when i Grow up, i have this bassic idea of what i want my life to be ..&lt;br /&gt;and i keep thinking about me in the future, looking back to where i am right now, what would i think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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( For me giving up would mean staying to study here in Honduras, i thought it was fine but its not, I WANT MORE), so I started to freak out, as I saw other people getting accepted into colleges, certain of their future, I felt like I was in the air, not knowing where to fall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....but before I applied to Calvin I prayed, in fact I even mentioned it in the essay "if its Gods will for me to Get into this college, i will be accepted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I didnt Get accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when my mother, (who kept the letter from me for a week,before i saw it ) told me I didnt get accepted, I have to admit, I wasnt happy,  but I wasnt Sad either .. its wierd.. I didnt feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Im just like.. ok, so I guess that not it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the next couple weeks after this, a Sudden fear came into my life, I applied to this university for the sole fact that it had a fee waiver, I started to Obsses with anything college related, but since my Gpa(1.7) and my sat ( not extraordiny) was still the same, I felt like I wasnt Good enough for any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NOW, I have come to the Realization I was Meant For something more, I dont need a college to me who I am.I have HOPE and A FUTURE, and im not Going to let anyone one else decide what to do with my life, when i decided I  to Give my life to God, I wanted to do so completly, whether I go to college or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and lately I have been feeling, college shouldnt be what i should Focus on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;last weekend when I was in my schools retreat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there was this time, where everyone who wanted to make a stand for God came to the front and the teachers started praying over us, I feel to my knees... literally fell to my knees, I started crying.. weeping.. sobing..and just pouring my heart out  to God,  My worries about my future, My desire to live a life worthy of His name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;somebody started praying over me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my Body started shaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the words from the bible verse came into my mind ... YOU HAVE A HOPE AND A FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God has been working in me lately, I can feel it, I know it, and I know my purpose in this life is to serve him, and I feel I have a calling For this to be my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; this next year, after Graduating from Highschool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will not be Going to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dont know if eventually, i will,  i want to study psycology, perhaps further along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but Right now.. I Know God has something else for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God Says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;         SERVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;         FOLLOW ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and this is what im going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ive been thinking, maybe I could do A mission trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my friend mentioned YWAM,  or i could Go to Ihop (international House of prayer),  but I dont know if ther accept internationals yet...or i could go to CFNI (Christ for the nations).. I still dont know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;im searching, fasting, praying.. to see what God has in store for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you feel like you know of a place for me to go, or know something from theese places .. please tell me ..i would really apreciate it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;leave a comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;or email me to zoegarcia_92@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-992900925149077000?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/992900925149077000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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loved beyond measure. and not just "love" love .. but LOVE&lt;br /&gt;the type of love that doesnt stop loving after i do something stupid&lt;br /&gt;the type of love that wont ever stop loving  even if i dont love back&lt;br /&gt;the type of love where i dont have to pretend to be someone im not, because he already knows me, yes, even more than i know myself&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand..&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i ever wil&lt;br /&gt;but i am overwhelmed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-1977272014732321319?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/1977272014732321319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-is-something-that-im-in-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8U6BS9ZeI/TX2mC9FnUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LVT_eiWDvOk/s220/Snapshot_20101130_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984676821743372061.post-3940476533130960015</id><published>2009-05-18T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:46:19.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo . if crappy could be put in a dictionary ...today would be in it ..( now that i think about it crappy could be put in a dictionary...whatever) i have had a day from hell, full of stress, and thoughts about my future, and thoughts about next year.. which would be of me as a senior.. and then..out ouf school, iwould definitely not miss the whole school thing actually.. i dont really enjoy being bombarded with projects and stupid assignments every day.. but i know i will miss the school, the teachers( some of them) and of course my friends...&lt;br /&gt;i know i should live today .. today , and wait till tomorrow comes to worry about it, ( that is what i usually do.. sometimes it works and well sometimes it just creates trouble) right now.. yes now . i should be doing my algebra.. and my history homework.. but no .. im doing this instead.. this is therapeutic to me .. and i have had the worst day ever.. i dont really know.. how .. the truth is that its not like its the end of world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-3940476533130960015?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/3940476533130960015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guitar hero , reading . tons of movie and a roadtrip here and there, probably the beach... yeah. i love easter.. here we call it semana santa. and EVERYONE travels ...my family doesnt like to travel though .. they say its dangerous and dont eanto leave the house alon . there fore we go to the beach and come back the same day , it kind of sucks..but hey its better than nothing right? in my palns are to get a tan its embarrasing for ur legs to be as white as mine .. that is probably becaude i never wear shorts or skirts .... probably becasue my legs are so white.. i also want to read .. particularly in the beach ..i wiil make my attempt to read in the car .. but success is not garrantied. i want o read on friday .. the strory of resurrection ..... i want to make it a tradition of my own..  i mean that is the reason we celebrate.. because he died on a cross for us beacuse ehe loved us soooo much.. i dont think we are even close to understing fully the kind of love he has for us .. its a love so ..big we cant fully understand it .... and the most amamzing part for me is how he ressurected ..i mean, that is the point of everything ..he beat death .. he died for our sins ...oh it give me chills ..... i love u God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984676821743372061-1096506310024100830?l=znge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/feeds/1096506310024100830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://znge.blogspot.com/2009/04/sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/1096506310024100830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984676821743372061/posts/default/1096506310024100830'/><link 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