<?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-169267375546260931</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:26:42.236-08:00</updated><category term='silence'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='victory'/><category term='pride'/><category term='creation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='grace'/><category term='following God'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='light'/><category term='the gospel'/><category term='culture'/><category term='Creator'/><category term='justification'/><category term='theology'/><category term='Savior'/><category term='goals'/><category term='nature'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Christ&apos;s return'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='sanctification'/><category term='sanctity of life'/><category term='time'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='people'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='family'/><category term='book review'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='God&apos;s sovereignty'/><category term='Word of God'/><category term='Revival'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fight the Good Fight</title><subtitle type='html'>"Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses." -1 Timothy 6:12</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5687245977807581877</id><published>2012-01-31T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:48:05.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Party</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures from a costume party my friends and I attended. Obviously, I am late posting these considering it is almost February. Better late than never I suppose! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whimsyforhim.blogspot.com/2011/10/costume-party.html"&gt;http://whimsyforhim.blogspot.com/2011/10/costume-party.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5687245977807581877?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5687245977807581877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2012/01/costume-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5687245977807581877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5687245977807581877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2012/01/costume-party.html' title='Costume Party'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3244367906478249584</id><published>2012-01-08T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:18:24.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>"Friendship isn't about whom you've known the longest.....it's about who came and never left your side."&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo thankful for the friends God has blessed me with. These girls, in particular, are my dear sisters in Christ whom I can count on for anything. We had a blast getting together and enjoying sweet fellowship while also celebrating Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695355597844877394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCLJ2Ym-in0/Twn3va8TkFI/AAAAAAAABKk/Z9b4SmAy_Aw/s400/100_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGb81Rt_jGY/Twn3wrUElxI/AAAAAAAABLU/t90YLXiDI3s/s1600/DSC01727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695355619419395858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGb81Rt_jGY/Twn3wrUElxI/AAAAAAAABLU/t90YLXiDI3s/s400/DSC01727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76vr2KVbpmg/Twn3we2a0MI/AAAAAAAABLE/JeKq6I4BXog/s1600/404447_2903288029555_1481114854_32930599_110304224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695355616073797826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76vr2KVbpmg/Twn3we2a0MI/AAAAAAAABLE/JeKq6I4BXog/s400/404447_2903288029555_1481114854_32930599_110304224_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Icszl67erdw/Twn3wcRIZSI/AAAAAAAABK8/zSPqi9vKRQo/s1600/396560_2903287509542_1481114854_32930598_1643094555_n5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695355615380530466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Icszl67erdw/Twn3wcRIZSI/AAAAAAAABK8/zSPqi9vKRQo/s400/396560_2903287509542_1481114854_32930598_1643094555_n5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3244367906478249584?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3244367906478249584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3244367906478249584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3244367906478249584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCLJ2Ym-in0/Twn3va8TkFI/AAAAAAAABKk/Z9b4SmAy_Aw/s72-c/100_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-412423733310120719</id><published>2011-12-16T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:53:08.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May we remember what Christmas is really all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/eVqqj1v-ZBU"&gt;http://youtu.be/eVqqj1v-ZBU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-412423733310120719?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/412423733310120719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-we-remember-what-christmas-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/412423733310120719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/412423733310120719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-we-remember-what-christmas-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-88815332555426328</id><published>2011-10-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:35:11.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“If sympathy is all that human beings need, then the Cross of Christ is an&lt;br /&gt;absurdity and there is absolutely no need for it. What the world needs is not "a&lt;br /&gt;little bit of love," but major surgery. If you think you are helping lost people&lt;br /&gt;with your sympathy and understanding, you are a traitor to Jesus Christ. You&lt;br /&gt;must have a right-standing relationship with Him yourself, and pour your life&lt;br /&gt;out in helping others in His way— not in a human way that ignores God. ” -Oswald&lt;br /&gt;Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-88815332555426328?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/88815332555426328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-sympathy-is-all-that-human-beings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/88815332555426328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/88815332555426328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-sympathy-is-all-that-human-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-6321570536242586919</id><published>2011-10-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:24:28.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sign the Petition for our sister in Christ, Asia Bibi who had the bravery to stand up for Christ and is now being persecuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/public/newsroom.aspx?story_ID=NDMx"&gt;http://www.persecution.com/public/newsroom.aspx?story_ID=NDMx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-6321570536242586919?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6321570536242586919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/sign-petition-for-our-sister-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6321570536242586919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6321570536242586919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/sign-petition-for-our-sister-in-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1375022900906461157</id><published>2011-10-13T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:16:06.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my friends! Two of my dearest friends and I started a book blog! Check out: &lt;a href="http://theeagerreader.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theeagerreader.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings on your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;-Stacie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1375022900906461157?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1375022900906461157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-my-friends-two-of-my-dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1375022900906461157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1375022900906461157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-my-friends-two-of-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-7698353102662411245</id><published>2011-10-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:03:39.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage and Boldness at the Heart of Christianity</title><content type='html'>Philippians 1:12-30&lt;br /&gt;"Now I want you to know, brethren, that my circumstances have turned out for the greater progress of the gospel, so that my imprisonment in [the cause of] Christ has become well known throughout the whole praetorian guard and to everyone else, and that most of the brethren, trusting in the Lord because of my imprisonment, have far more courage to speak the word of God without fear. Some, to be sure, are preaching Christ even from envy and strife, but some also from good will; the latter [do it] out of love, knowing that I am appointed for the defense of the gospel; the former proclaim Christ out of selfish ambition, rather than from pure motives, thinking to cause me distress in my imprisonment. What then? Only that in every way, whether in pretense or in truth, Christ is proclaimed; and in this I rejoice, yes, and I will rejoice. For I know that this shall turn out for my deliverance through your prayers and the provision of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, according to my earnest expectation and hope, that I shall not be put to shame in anything, but [that] with all boldness, &lt;strong&gt;Christ shall even now, as always, be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.&lt;/strong&gt; For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if [I am] to live [on] in the flesh, this [will mean] fruitful labor for me; and I do not know which to choose. But I am hard-pressed from both [directions], having the desire to depart and be with Christ, for [that] is very much better; yet to remain on in the flesh is more necessary for your sake. And convinced of this, I know that I shall remain and continue with you all for your progress and joy in the faith, so that your proud confidence in me may abound in Christ Jesus through my coming to you again. Only conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ; so that whether I come and see you or remain absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel; in no way alarmed by [your] opponents—which is a sign of destruction for them, but of salvation for you, and that [too], from God. &lt;strong&gt;For to you it has been granted for Christ's sake, not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake,&lt;/strong&gt; experiencing the same conflict which you saw in me, and now hear [to be] in me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7698353102662411245?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7698353102662411245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/philippians-112-30-now-i-want-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7698353102662411245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7698353102662411245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/10/philippians-112-30-now-i-want-you-to.html' title='Courage and Boldness at the Heart of Christianity'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-6795273271227643738</id><published>2011-09-17T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:20:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653534079287832514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoKM8bC2yHM/TnVjSpmEL8I/AAAAAAAABAM/Cawx7Ad3TAk/s400/DSC01273.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the beauty of each hour&lt;br /&gt;Of the day and of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Hill and vale, and tree and flower,&lt;br /&gt;Sun and moon and stars of light,&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all, to thee we raise&lt;br /&gt;This our grateful hymn of praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653534068544118946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iaVMURs4o8/TnVjSBkkIKI/AAAAAAAABAE/6AzW1ZV4dp4/s400/DSC01272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-6795273271227643738?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6795273271227643738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-beauty-of-each-hour-of-day-and-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6795273271227643738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6795273271227643738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-beauty-of-each-hour-of-day-and-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoKM8bC2yHM/TnVjSpmEL8I/AAAAAAAABAM/Cawx7Ad3TAk/s72-c/DSC01273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-6512623325284054826</id><published>2011-09-15T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:12:24.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following God'/><title type='text'>Holy Anguish</title><content type='html'>May I live each day with an urgency to share the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Father, I pray that I will show others Your love and Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;May I deny myself and take up my cross and follow You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You have changed me and lifted me out of death.&lt;br /&gt;I will share my story with others about how I was dead and bound in sin.&lt;br /&gt;About how You lifted me up, and now I am fully alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoihnOBevPs/TnVhc3bjaZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/k05Wp-LFaa4/s1600/tumblr_lr4tw37xYS1qg4xgso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653532055777274258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoihnOBevPs/TnVhc3bjaZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/k05Wp-LFaa4/s400/tumblr_lr4tw37xYS1qg4xgso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to live my life in mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;Instead may I live each day with burning passion for my King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;May I see each person as one for whom Christ died.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, please give me a holy anguish for those who so desperately need You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-6512623325284054826?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6512623325284054826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-anguish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6512623325284054826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6512623325284054826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-anguish.html' title='Holy Anguish'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoihnOBevPs/TnVhc3bjaZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/k05Wp-LFaa4/s72-c/tumblr_lr4tw37xYS1qg4xgso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-7875121081548300021</id><published>2011-08-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:39:31.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz86r1_Kww/TjqutaCbxBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8k1Z87fYrfI/s1600/passionhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz86r1_Kww/TjqutaCbxBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8k1Z87fYrfI/s400/passionhome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637009978714473490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But God who is rich in mercy, for His great love wherewith He loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ (by grace ye are saved;) And hath raised us up together and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus. That in the ages to come He might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in His kindness toward us through Christ Jesus." -Ephesians 2:4-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7875121081548300021?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7875121081548300021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/08/grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7875121081548300021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7875121081548300021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/08/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz86r1_Kww/TjqutaCbxBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8k1Z87fYrfI/s72-c/passionhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-8867405535032132310</id><published>2011-08-02T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:29.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Captain America</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JerVrbLldXw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing." -Edmund Burke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-8867405535032132310?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8867405535032132310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/08/captain-america_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/8867405535032132310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hard to Know</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is hard to know&lt;br /&gt;What is right&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong&lt;br /&gt;When the world is so hazy&lt;br /&gt;And we are so lazy&lt;br /&gt;Oh sometimes, it’s hard to know&lt;br /&gt;Because our culture has sank so tremendously low&lt;br /&gt;But we can always know&lt;br /&gt;By the Word Of God&lt;br /&gt;He is always clear on the way we should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stacie (2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3674168003951280729?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3674168003951280729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/hard-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3674168003951280729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3674168003951280729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/hard-to-know.html' title='Hard to Know'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1022932081401964046</id><published>2011-06-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:02:20.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jostie Flicks - Sole Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KhbQQ47F0gg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!! This is one of the funniest videos ever!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1022932081401964046?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1022932081401964046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/jostie-flicks-sole-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1022932081401964046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1022932081401964046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/jostie-flicks-sole-mates.html' title='Jostie Flicks - Sole Mates'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KhbQQ47F0gg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-2032623771892189285</id><published>2011-06-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:16:37.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ&apos;s return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Christ's Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week, I have really been pondering about Christ's return. It will be the most incredible event ever! I thought about how that I should long for Christ to come for me. He will come for His bride. Yet, often I live my life not thinking about how my Heavenly Prince will come for me. He has promised to return. We don't know the hour or the day, but we do know He is coming. The reason I have been pondering this more lately is because I thought of a parallel at work. The regional manager was supposed to be coming this week. We always keep the store really clean, but we especially made sure everything was in perfect shape since we knew she was coming. We didn't know when she was coming, but we cleaned the store from top to bottom. She didn't ever come last week, but we know she will sometime. That's kind of like Jesus coming back for us. He will come and we must be ready!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631546466761713154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho3AsyUIQB8/TidFrJ9wJgI/AAAAAAAAArg/bk4Ufwbe3zA/s400/6437_tumblr_ln1vo81tmQ1qf9rj8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;Why aren't we sharing the gospel with our lost friends if we know He is coming back? Why are we living apathetic lives without passion for our Savior? What's the point of looking forward to His return, if we're doing nothing to prepare for His coming? How can we neglect Christ's coming if we can be prepared for other things in our lives? I should live everyday as if Jesus were coming back. I imagine I would waste a lot less time. I feel compelled to live my life with a burning passion for sharing the gospel. I want to be ready for my Savior's return!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-2032623771892189285?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2032623771892189285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/christs-return.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2032623771892189285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2032623771892189285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/christs-return.html' title='Christ&apos;s Return'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho3AsyUIQB8/TidFrJ9wJgI/AAAAAAAAArg/bk4Ufwbe3zA/s72-c/6437_tumblr_ln1vo81tmQ1qf9rj8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4744585902099488992</id><published>2011-05-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:16:04.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exNw2xUwejU/TidFkdNf3DI/AAAAAAAAArY/4k-HHu7YJzk/s1600/187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631546351668943922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exNw2xUwejU/TidFkdNf3DI/AAAAAAAAArY/4k-HHu7YJzk/s400/187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I once was lost, but now I'm found!! Was blind, but now I see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4744585902099488992?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4744585902099488992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4744585902099488992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4744585902099488992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exNw2xUwejU/TidFkdNf3DI/AAAAAAAAArY/4k-HHu7YJzk/s72-c/187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5213914001702106709</id><published>2011-05-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:31:13.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Will Follow</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends! I have created another blog particularly for Christian young women. I hope to edify my sisters in Christ and encourage them to live cross centered lives. I want to challenge this generation to stand for purity no matter what the cost. http://istillwillfollow.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Stacie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5213914001702106709?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5213914001702106709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-other-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5213914001702106709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5213914001702106709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-other-blog.html' title='I Still Will Follow'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1721539371003595837</id><published>2011-05-14T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:14:28.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sinner's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the darkness of night let the sinner appear&lt;br /&gt;In the form that he is, which is the essence of fear.&lt;br /&gt;When his soul is revealed it’s ugly and black&lt;br /&gt;It preps for the battle of Satan’s attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of joy that comes with abuse&lt;br /&gt;Is a thrill like no other when he lets it all loose.&lt;br /&gt;A hate filled world is all that he wants&lt;br /&gt;The souls of the weak are the souls that he haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the devil appears it is evil he seeks&lt;br /&gt;And the soul of the sinner is open and weak.&lt;br /&gt;The king is the light that floods out the dark&lt;br /&gt;And helps all the sinners find a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JOSHUA HARRIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1721539371003595837?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1721539371003595837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sinners-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1721539371003595837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1721539371003595837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sinners-prayer.html' title='A Sinner&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1537449944821286625</id><published>2011-05-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:15:32.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following God'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAkfTj3BkZg/TidFYZWN6QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aQtQYooYyc8/s1600/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631546144473344258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAkfTj3BkZg/TidFYZWN6QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aQtQYooYyc8/s400/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As artists give themselves to their models, and poets to their classical pursuits, so must we addict ourselves to prayer." ~ C. H. Spurgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1537449944821286625?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1537449944821286625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/prayer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1537449944821286625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1537449944821286625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/05/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAkfTj3BkZg/TidFYZWN6QI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aQtQYooYyc8/s72-c/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4340119747894004759</id><published>2011-04-26T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:06.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Doctrines of Justification and Sanctification</title><content type='html'>As David Platt explains it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Justification is the gracious act of God by which He delcares a sinner righteous only through faith in Jesus." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, sanctification is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:"Sanctification is the process by which God transforms our lives into the image of Christ."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The difference:"Justification is an insantaneous event; sanctification is a gradual process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justification is a one time event, not a process. Sanctification on the other hand is a process of pursuing holiness and becoming more like Christ. Of course we will sin because we are human. Yet, I believe it is only natural after being born again that we desire to be more like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is possible for a Christian to fall away, yet not possible to lose their salvation. When saved, always saved. The way I see it, if one is a believer and he or she falls away then God will bring him back to Him. If one never ever desires to pursue holiness and be like Christ, quite bluntly I wonder if they were ever converted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is sancitification permanent?" Yes, from the momement Christ saves someone, sanctification is a process. It will not be made complete in this world. (1 John 1:8-10) (Romans 7:18-19) &lt;strong&gt;The great paradox is that although we have a sinful nature, we should strive to become more and more like Christ.&lt;/strong&gt; Sanctification is running towards holiness and saying, "Because Christ died for me, I want to be more like Him! I want to behold His glory!" It's a way of life that demonstrates though none go with me, I still will follow!! It's not a drudgery of avoiding sins because it makes one more righteous. No, it's a transformation that God does, just like in justification. (1 Thess. 4:3-7) Our righteousness is as filthy rags to God. &lt;strong&gt;It is only by His grace alone, we can behold His glory and be conformed to the image of Him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from John Murray on sanctification: &lt;em&gt;Indeed, the more sanctified the person is, the more conformed he is to the image of his Savior, the more he must recoil against every lack of conformity to the holiness of God. The deeper his apprehension of the majesty of God, the greater the intensity of his love to God, the more persistenet his yearning for the attainment of the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus, the more conscious will he be of the gravity of the sin that remains and the more poignant will be his detestation of it......Was this not the effect in all the people of God as they came into closer proximity to the revalation of God's holiness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4340119747894004759?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4340119747894004759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/doctrines-of-justification-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4340119747894004759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4340119747894004759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/doctrines-of-justification-and.html' title='The Doctrines of Justification and Sanctification'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1721735985788819497</id><published>2011-04-14T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:50.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Walking in the Light</title><content type='html'>Imagine that utter darkness is all around you except for the candle burning brightly, providing light for all to see. The darkness doesn't overpower the light. Rather it intensifies the brightness. In our lives, why does the darkness overpower the light? Shouldn't we allow our light to burn brightly? Sometimes, we experience a melting candle flame. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My candle was burning brightly, but slowly when the winds came, the flame dimmed somewhat. Slowly, it lost its brightness and eventually only a small flicker remained. I tried to carry my candle with me to church and places where I was comfortable doing so. Yet, when I succumb to the world's enticing, I would hide my candle. This form of molding into the world started out as subtle as gossiping, selfishness, and materialism. Satan was attacking me right and left with His lies and doubt. I didn’t realize how I spent less and less time truly knowing and spending time with my Savior. As days flew by, I would continue to leave my candle hidden away; it became safer and easier to not take it out anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle wax dripped slowly and steadily on the carpet, unbeknownst to me. The darkness seemed to be reaching out to swallow me up, but the world didn't seem to care about my dilemma. Rather, it seemed to have its grip on me and I felt as if I couldn't turn around. When I discovered the effects of my melting candle flame, I imagined it was too late to burn my flame brightly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to never take my candle out again. I closed my eyes to what effect this would have on others or on the inner sanctuary of my heart. The wax continued to drip off the candle until only half of the candle remained. It only served as a reminder of the darkness that engulfed me. The flame was slowly dying and I could no longer see anything but shadows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 6:12 "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell on my knees sobbing in the darkness. Why did I ever stop shining my light for Christ? When did I allow the world to dim my candle? Through tear stained eyes I looked up to see a shadow of someone picking up the remains of my candle. He set it in the middle of the house and began picking up the remnants of the melted wax. I heard him whisper, “My child, I am the light of the world. He who follows me will never walk in darkness. I love you." As he spoke these truths to me, the room filled with light and the darkness quickly left. The shadows no longer loomed and my candle was no longer dim, but it was shining brightly. Oh, what a renewed passion I had for Christ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly wiped my tears away, but I couldn't keep the tears of joy from flooding down my face. The darkness had escaped. All I could see was light. It overwhelmed me that I could shine my light to this dark world. I walked boldly everywhere I went, holding my candle high. Its flame was beautiful, burning brightly for all to see. As the rain fell strongly upon it and the winds howled around me, it did not dim the flame. My light shone boldly because of Jesus Christ. He helped me resist the temptations of the world. Although I would still sin, I purposed to be more like my &lt;br /&gt;Savior because in him was freedom, joy, and peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion of serving my Christ is a journey of telling my world about the Savior that overpowered the darkness. For, He is the One who took my melting candle flame and replaced it with His light, love, forgiveness, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." -1 John 1:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1721735985788819497?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1721735985788819497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/melting-candle-flame.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1721735985788819497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1721735985788819497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/melting-candle-flame.html' title='Walking in the Light'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1511540676966044454</id><published>2011-04-09T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:19:30.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Unearthing What I Believe and Why it Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A2DUKPUKgAI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;"Dug Down Deep" by Joshua Harris is an incredible book that encourages you to build your life on the rock. I listened the audio version going to and from work and school. It definitely helped me grow in my walk with Christ, and I highly recommend this thought provoking book. Here are my favorite quotes found in "Dug Down Deep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■"The doctrine of Scripture teaches us about the authority of God's Word. Scripture must be the final rule of faith and practice for our lives. Not our feelings or emotions. Not signs or prophetic words or hunches."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;■"If we don't feel the need for atonement, it's probably because we assume God has the same nonchalant attitude toward evil that we do." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;■"I think that a lot of Christians look around, see the diversity of standards, and assume that since nobody agrees, maybe it doesn't really matter. So they do whatever works for them. Sadly, few check in with God." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;■"Love has to fuel mission. We can't go to the world because we want their approval; we can't go for power or to prove ourselves right. Mission has to be the overflow of a love for God that aches to see others experiencing His grace, love, and compassion for people who are lost and destined for hell."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1511540676966044454?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1511540676966044454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/unearthing-what-i-believe-and-why-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1511540676966044454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1511540676966044454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/04/unearthing-what-i-believe-and-why-it.html' title='Unearthing What I Believe and Why it Matters'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A2DUKPUKgAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3760211428911999317</id><published>2011-03-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:23:39.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God's Blessings in Everyday Living</title><content type='html'>God is good. All the time God is good. Oh how much God has blessed me!!! I could never thank Him enough for all that He has provided for me....The best family ever! Awesome friends! The list goes on....I don't deserve any of the things God has blessed me with, but yet He chooses to bless me because He loves His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has really revealed to me how much that I should see Him through my everyday life. In mundane tasks, I can see God. When I work at my part-time job, I can work my hardest for the Lord. I can be cheerful to customers because Christ gave me joy. I can have a strong work ethic because I am working for the Lord and not for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes I always complain about homework. I love college, just not the homework part. Why am I not always thankful that I have the opportunity to go to college? That I have the capacity to learn and hunger for knowledge. Why do I not remember when I am studying long hours for a test that I am not alone? I don't have to drown in self-pity because I have a long paper to write. I can use my writing to glorify Him. Every detail of my life reveals God working in me. Yet, I am often too busy to even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I don't see God in every single detail of my life? I tend to think He only cares about the "big" stuff. NO! God is showing me that He cares about every tiny detail of my life! He orchestrates everything....so why do we think He doesn't care about every single detail of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to give a 5-7 min speech in my Communications class. I was really rather nervous at first. I am not a huge talker in front of people I don't know. For those of you that &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;know me personally, that's probably a shock. Just kidding. ;) Anyways, I don't like speaking in front of people and when I do, I talk too fast and my hands shake. Well I decided to give my speech about Time Management. I included things about how God is my first priority so the biggest amount of my time should be spent on what is most important to me. I also included a Bible verse in my speech and talked about how that God has given us these days on earth to glorify Him. I want to use my days effectively and quit wasting time. God is continuing to show me alot about not wasting my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When three o'clock came and Communications started, I was really rather nervous. I prayed that God would help me and a peace washed over me. I was no longer nervous at all. A few people gave their speeches and then a Baptist preacher got up and gave a speech about the Bible! He explained how the Bible is a road map for life and how it will never let you down. He shared Scriptures and invited people to read the Bible everyday. How awesome is that at a secular college! What shocked me again was that right after him a youth minister got up and gave a speech about knowing the Lord. He shared Scriptures and encouraged people to get saved! Remember how I said these were 5-7 minute speeches...My lost friends in that class got to hear the gospel for 10-14 minutes. Some people I know in that class might not ever step foot in a church....yet here they were at class hearing about Christ. I couldn't stop praising God for how he works!!! It is just incredible!! I got up and gave my speech next and I felt an overwhelming peace. I wasn't nervous, and I easily talked 5-7 minutes. It just showed me once again that I should God is in control and He is absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really is showing me that He is there with me at all times. When I experience joy, He is smiling. When I am suffering for Him, He wipes my tears away. Every single day, no matter what I am doing He is with me. For example, when I babysat tonight and played school with the five year old, I saw God's joy in him. His eyes gleamed with excitement over learning the numbers 11-40. If we were all that excited about learning and counted it a joy to learn! I smiled when I thought about how the baby I was watching had no worries. He would just mess my hair up and giggle. Then, he would go back to crawling and playing with his stuffed animal. If life were so simplistic. Children take pleasure in small things. Honestly, we shouldn't have worries either. Because we have a Savior that says, "Come here my child. &lt;em&gt;Abide&lt;/em&gt; in me.&lt;em&gt; Know&lt;/em&gt; me. &lt;em&gt;Rest &lt;/em&gt;in me." Yet, why do we struggle so hard to step back and just be still. Why is it so hard for us to trust God wholeheartedly? This abandonment for God is joy. It is experiencing the most amazing peace. It is an overwhelming sigh of relief that we don't have to have it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587485736587663394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPRTTIBN7vc/TYq8rHTemCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U8a2cVFphuc/s400/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us." -Romans 8:31-34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3760211428911999317?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3760211428911999317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/gods-blessings-in-everyday-living.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3760211428911999317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3760211428911999317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/gods-blessings-in-everyday-living.html' title='God&apos;s Blessings in Everyday Living'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPRTTIBN7vc/TYq8rHTemCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U8a2cVFphuc/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5011309341997204169</id><published>2011-03-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:56:13.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." -Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586670501305945554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBjlBCJ0vhI/TYfXOLN-jdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XsNrsJHwhgQ/s400/Purple.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect."- Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojdn6AyPazo/TYfWDKhtEaI/AAAAAAAAAes/JK7sByITSiE/s1600/Flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586669212630061474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojdn6AyPazo/TYfWDKhtEaI/AAAAAAAAAes/JK7sByITSiE/s400/Flowers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord."-Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_Ccre69l8/TYfWCpfXjSI/AAAAAAAAAek/n_DhWx8e9EY/s1600/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586669203761892642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_Ccre69l8/TYfWCpfXjSI/AAAAAAAAAek/n_DhWx8e9EY/s400/flower.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come." -2 Corinthians 5:17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5011309341997204169?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5011309341997204169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-they-that-wait-upon-lord-shall.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5011309341997204169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5011309341997204169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-they-that-wait-upon-lord-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBjlBCJ0vhI/TYfXOLN-jdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XsNrsJHwhgQ/s72-c/Purple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3690865670975035226</id><published>2011-03-07T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:04:02.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The God-breathed Book</title><content type='html'>The Bible is for certain inspired. &lt;strong&gt;It is literally the very breath of God&lt;/strong&gt; transferred to man on paper. It is His love letter to us, His guide book for life, His plan of redemption laid out, the gospel foretold, and truths conveyed in each and every word. All of Scripture is inspired by God. When we move from this belief, it is like building our house on sinking sand. How can we follow a Savior whom we don't think His Word is entirely true and profitable? Believing the Bible is truly inspired by God is based on faith, but it also has proofs backing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways that people reject the inspiration of God. Most of the people I know that don't believe that God inspired the Bible, believe "parts"of the Bible are true. They don't believe God inspired them and gave them the words to write. They just think the authors wrote the books like any other author. They think of it as just their account of what happened....This belief rejects that the entire Bible is true and can lead to belief that it is instead a mixture of truth, historical documents, mistakes, and allegories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they hold to these beliefs because they can accept what they want to from the Bible. If they don't like certain verses, they can claim they weren't true. If they are able to convince themselves and everyone else that only certain parts of the Bible are true, then they can pick and choose what they want to accept. If they don't like the fact that God created the world in 6 days, then they can say that that was just an allegory and there was no possible way that God could created the world like that. Or they can justify that God may have used evolution to create the world because they don't believe in the literal interpretation of "day" in Genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling they are not accountable to a Holy God is another reason for rejecting the true inspiration of God. This may not be the reason for all who choose to not believe in verbal inspiration. However, ultimately that is what one can draw from not trusting the inspiration of God. In denying that every single word of the Bible is truth, it provides an escape for following God with complete obedience to His Word. No matter how one reaches the conclusion that the Bible is not the inspired Word of God, then they feel they are ultimately not accountable to God. If they don't believe He even cared enough for them to write the Bible, then how can they trust the Bible? How can they find strength to obey God's commands in Scripture if they believe "parts" of the Bible are true? How can they trust God's promises? How can they share the gospel if they can't have the confidence to know that God wrote out His plan of salvation for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Word. He is the life. Satan is out to attack Christians and make them believe that the Bible was not the inspired word of God. &lt;strong&gt;If Satan can make one believe that lie, then the gospel, the plan of redemption, Creation, and every promise in the Bible becomes in one's mind nothing more than a nice story.&lt;/strong&gt; Believing the Bible is the inspired word of God is absolutely crucial in one's walk with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Timothy 3:16. "All Scripture is inspired by God...."&lt;/em&gt; The word "inspired" literally mans, God-breathed. How incredible is that!? I can trust what God tells me in His Word about the Bible being totally inspired because I can trust God. He will never fail me. His Word speaks to me and changes my life, and I know He is changing the lives of others through His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fact that He used 40 people over the course of 1500 years to pen Scripture and nothing in Scripture ever contradicted each other is proof in itself that God breathed the words he wanted to be in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Of the many influences that have shaped the United States into a distinctive nation and people, none may be said to be more fundamental and enduring than the Bible.” -President Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We account the scriptures of God to be the most sublime philosophy. I find more sure marks of authenticity in the Bible than in any profane history whatsoever.” -Isaac Newton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just absolutely crucial to our faith to know that Scripture is God-breathed.&lt;/strong&gt; It is His love letter, His guide book for our lives, and every single word is truth. It is reliable, profitable, and is radically changing my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3690865670975035226?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3690865670975035226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-breathed-book.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3690865670975035226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3690865670975035226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-breathed-book.html' title='The God-breathed Book'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3081244409989902162</id><published>2011-02-26T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:56.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The American Drought</title><content type='html'>We're dry like the grass from the drought&lt;br /&gt;Send Your rain&lt;br /&gt;Don't withhold a drop&lt;br /&gt;We are thirsty and broken&lt;br /&gt;How we need to hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;We're thirsty for You God&lt;br /&gt;Like a dying plant, we are slowing fading&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are turning brown&lt;br /&gt;Send Your rain, Father to drown us out&lt;br /&gt;Let revival fall on this place&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, America is in a desperate awful drought&lt;br /&gt;We fall on our face and cry out for revival&lt;br /&gt;This nation needs You&lt;br /&gt;We have turned our back from you&lt;br /&gt;But oh how we must humble ourselves to You, to turn from our wicked ways&lt;br /&gt;Turn America upside down for You&lt;br /&gt;Revive us&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionize our culture&lt;br /&gt;Transform us to Your likeness&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves that turn brown we are fading&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, stir our hearts and convict with Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Send the rain&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, please send revival upon us&lt;br /&gt;We look up to You and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stacie (2008)&lt;div 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Drought'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-7837932261991648257</id><published>2011-02-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:58:23.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Nutrition with Martha Mahinsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xbqIOr9CxNQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Yet another hilarious Jostie flick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7837932261991648257?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7837932261991648257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/02/nutrition-with-martha-mahinsky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7837932261991648257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7837932261991648257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/02/nutrition-with-martha-mahinsky.html' title='Nutrition with Martha Mahinsky'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xbqIOr9CxNQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-7908308747788635497</id><published>2011-02-14T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:59:03.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s sovereignty'/><title type='text'>Sovereignty of God</title><content type='html'>God amazes me more everyday that I live upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;I am so small and cannot understand His ways, yet His Sovereign will is perfect&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He gives and sometimes He takes away&lt;br /&gt;He has absolute control over everything even though we can’t understand His ways&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts are higher than our thoughts and His ways are higher than our ways&lt;br /&gt;The God of the Universe challenges us with situations in our lives&lt;br /&gt;It may involve suffering, but He knows what will make us stronger&lt;br /&gt;Once a Child of God we can never be plucked out of His hand&lt;br /&gt;He holds us in the palm of His hand and we are safe in Him&lt;br /&gt;Although the world may be crashing around us, we have a refuge&lt;br /&gt;His Sovereign Will is not always what we expected.&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s more than we could have ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;Every piece of our lives fit together to support God’s plan for our lives&lt;br /&gt;It is as if our lives are an essay and the things that happen to us all support God’s thesis statement&lt;br /&gt;The paragraphs flow perfectly together; each of them having their own purpose in the story&lt;br /&gt;The climax of the story is that God has done a radical work in our lives&lt;br /&gt;He sent His Son Jesus so that we would not have the deserved condemnation placed upon us&lt;br /&gt;Instead He chose to give us life and the gift of salvation&lt;br /&gt;This is the most amazing event that has ever happened in all of humanity&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus Christ came to earth to shed His blood and die on a rugged cross&lt;br /&gt;So that we would not have to be condemned&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to comprehend this kind of love&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love takes the place of one who is supposed to pay for the punishment of sins?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of unfailing love opens up His hand to take the nails?&lt;br /&gt;It is only the grace and love of Jesus Christ that paid the price for our sins&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing to deserve this overwhelming gift of grace and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Yet God offers this gift of salvation to us for free because He loves us&lt;br /&gt;His Sovereignty declared that we would need a Savior in order to have communion with God&lt;br /&gt;So God gave us His only Son so that we could be able to have everlasting life&lt;br /&gt;So that we would have fellowship with God and die to our old sin nature&lt;br /&gt;This overwhelming grace and unfailing love only leads me to rely on my Savior&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t I trust that a God who gave up His Son for me would have the best plans for me?&lt;br /&gt;How can I not believe that everything in life happens for a reason regardless of whether we&lt;br /&gt;understand it or not?&lt;br /&gt;God’s sovereignty is the most beautiful demonstration of unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;His grace is unsurpassable and His mercy is unfailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stacie (2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7908308747788635497?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4547613008225805003</id><published>2011-02-05T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:59:23.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Jostie Flicks - Cooking with Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_ooxbYcaWHQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha If you have always wanted to learn how to make a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich, then this video is for you. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4547613008225805003?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_ooxbYcaWHQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-6875082495240521563</id><published>2011-01-30T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:00:40.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Mr Bean - Asleep in Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bh__g-ZZ6WA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahaha Nothing this entertaining happens at my church....I'm assuming that's a good thing. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-6875082495240521563?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6875082495240521563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-bean-asleep-in-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6875082495240521563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6875082495240521563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-bean-asleep-in-church.html' title='Mr Bean - Asleep in Church'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bh__g-ZZ6WA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5622347918143512915</id><published>2010-12-28T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:00:10.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Why I love Christmas....</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome Christmas and I hope everyone else did as well. I have really enjoyed having some time off school and getting to spend time with family and friends. My sister and I have really enjoyed being home together as we go to different colleges and don't see each as often when school is in session. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved making Christmas candy, watching Christmas movies, and exchanging gifts- all the things that we do to celebrate Christmas but most importantly knowing that I have a relationship with the Savior of the world. Christ came so that we could have life. He came knowing He would die on a cross and give His life for us. THAT is the reason we can enjoy life and celebrate Christmas. Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and may God abundantly bless you in 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta Ta For Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5622347918143512915?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5622347918143512915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-love-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5622347918143512915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5622347918143512915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-love-christmas.html' title='Why I love Christmas....'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-8439787934466106914</id><published>2010-12-19T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:52:29.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-8439787934466106914?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8439787934466106914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/12/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/8439787934466106914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/8439787934466106914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/12/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html' title='MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VF9-sEbqDvU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-2724123052643637935</id><published>2010-11-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T06:57:56.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>God has blessed me beyond measure!! He loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for us!! He woke me up from my dead and sinful nature, and saved me-making me alive in Him!!! I fall short everyday, but God's grace overwhelms me. His love encompasses me and has blessed me with an abundant life!!! Without Him, I would be nothing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TO8qxUaFx0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2VEjk3HFtqE/s1600/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543696693096466242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TO8qxUaFx0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2VEjk3HFtqE/s400/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very thankful for my awesome family. For friends, for food, for our house, and the list goes on. I could never stop listing all the things God has blessed me with. It is to Him, I owe my thanks. This Thanksgiving was enjoyed with family, good food, and laughter. Everyday from now on, I want to live my life in thankfulness rather than taking things for granted. Thankfulness is not just thinking about things to be thankful for on Thanksgiving. Instead it is a lifestyle of knowing you have been amazingly blessed by a loving God. So often, I almost act as if I deserve these blessings. Rather, I am just a victim of grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-2724123052643637935?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2724123052643637935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-has-blessed-me-beyond-measure-he.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2724123052643637935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2724123052643637935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-has-blessed-me-beyond-measure-he.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TO8qxUaFx0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2VEjk3HFtqE/s72-c/l_dac0c85b373344a393f7b31eeb98e14b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5906054971482542924</id><published>2010-09-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:23:08.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Happiness?</title><content type='html'>Happiness is defined as: The state or quality of being happy. The definition of happy is having, showing, or marked by a feeling of joy or pleasure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many unhappy people, yet fortunately, there is also a great percentage of happy people in the world.  Happy people are marked by a smile.  Often times when we see someone smile, there are genuinely happy.  However, there can be someone living as an imposter that’s not truly happy trying to pretend they are a happy person.  If we are around an individual long enough though, we will most likely be able to determine if they are happy or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy people look at life positively and see the glass half full instead of half empty.  They enjoy life and are happy with their circumstances.  However, that’s where I tend to disagree with the definition of happy.  Happiness is based on circumstances around you, whereas, joy is the overflowing peace inside your heart that causes you to be happy regardless of your circumstances.  Happiness is &lt;br /&gt;limited by effects of life.  Rather joy is a gift of God that causes you to look on life with a peace in your heart although your world may be crashing around you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we live in a world where there are many unhappy people.  The causes are greatly varied. Some people are unhappy because of the circumstances that they were brought up in.  Maybe their dad was an alcoholic and never showed them the fatherly love that they needed.  They go around with a wound in their heart that their father left them and never heal from the wound.  The cause of others’unhappiness may be  because they don’t like their job or can’t stand their boss. So, in turn they take it out on everyone else and determine to not be happy. Many are unhappy because they have lost someone dear to them through death, divorce, or a broken relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;Still others are unhappy because they have never learned to be happy with themselves.  According to an online article, unhappy people are usually unhappy because they have not mastered the ability to be happy within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not implying that unhappy people can never become happy.  Rather, an unhappy person can change the way he or she thinks and become a happy, positive person.  They can also receive counseling to overcome their hurt.  It may take a while to be move on from whatever has caused them to unhappy, but no one is unreachable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy people can become joyous as well if they turn to the One who gave freedom to the oppressed.  The world would be a different place if people were filled with a residing joy regardless of their circumstances. Yet sadly, the world is filled with many people seeking happiness and joy, yet many never find it. Instead they are distinguished by a miserable unhappy appearance or wear a mask and pretend that they are as happy as everyone else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being content with life is a way to gain happiness.  David Steindl-Rast said, “Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands, because if we are not grateful, then no matter how much we have we will not be happy because we will always want to have something else or something more.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy people have a smile.  Happiness drives people to focus on others rather than themselves. Happiness is a beautiful sunny day and running through the meadow.  It is laughing with a friend.  It is expectant of tomorrow.  Happiness is a beautiful thing, and joy is even sweeter. I’m very grateful for the gift of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5906054971482542924?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5906054971482542924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5906054971482542924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5906054971482542924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-happiness.html' title='What is Happiness?'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1782535300832902672</id><published>2010-09-06T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:10:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke for the day</title><content type='html'>Two guys were driving down the road. They accidentally hit a rabbit. So, the guys get out of the truck to see if they had killed the rabbit. The rabbit was dead, and they thought "Oh no. I hate I killed this rabbit-one of God's creatures." One guy pulls a can out of his pocket and sprays the rabbit. Strangely, the rabbit comes to life and starts hopping. It hops down the road and waves. It hops over a fence and waves. It keeps hopping and waving until it is out of sight. One guy says to the other,"I've got to know what you sprayed on that rabbit!" "Oh, just hair restorer with a permanent wave." ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1782535300832902672?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1782535300832902672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/09/joke-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1782535300832902672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1782535300832902672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/09/joke-for-day.html' title='Joke for the day'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4599666931482919897</id><published>2010-08-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:26:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check this video out! This rebelutionary is competing in the 104.7 The Fish Opening Act contest on YouTube. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he gets in the Top Five (in total views), $10,000 will go towards a student led mission organization!!!&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/eAfych1zWsc/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAfych1zWsc&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/eAfych1zWsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4599666931482919897?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4599666931482919897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/08/andrew-cunningham-mathew-7-1047-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4599666931482919897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4599666931482919897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/08/andrew-cunningham-mathew-7-1047-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-236465770444941093</id><published>2010-07-28T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:05:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Widow's Might - Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HPuYvVh6Cfw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPuYvVh6Cfw&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/HPuYvVh6Cfw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just watched "The Widow's Might" tonight!! I definitely recommend this movie...it is an excellent family film that teaches the importance of doing what is right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-236465770444941093?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/236465770444941093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/07/widows-might-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/236465770444941093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/236465770444941093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TEzu6duRwnI/AAAAAAAAATE/ptHJfNOolQw/s400/187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, Jesus for Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is bigger than the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will praise You all my days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ocean tide rolls in and out again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You forgive me of my sins and wash them away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was dead in my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, You saved me from my wretched state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gave me a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I ever thank you enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all You've done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You died for me on a cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave your life so I could have life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You saved me and made me a new creature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my Savior and Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Use my life as You will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll abandon all these earthly pleasures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To follow hard after You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-649869859591977094?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/649869859591977094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you-jesus-for-your-love-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/649869859591977094'/><link 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type='text'>The Ultimate Director</title><content type='html'>We have a clipboard in our hands&lt;br /&gt;We are now the official director of the play&lt;br /&gt;Yet, God was supposed to be the director&lt;br /&gt;We shove Him off the stage&lt;br /&gt;We grab the clipboard and pen out of His hand&lt;br /&gt;We start scrawling furiously, marking out His plans&lt;br /&gt;We take our place on the stage and start casting roles&lt;br /&gt;We say, "You need to go there&lt;br /&gt;And you need to go here&lt;br /&gt;I’d like you to play the part of Juliet&lt;br /&gt;I’d like you to play the part of Romeo&lt;br /&gt;You need to play this character or that"&lt;br /&gt;We cast the whole play&lt;br /&gt;The time for the performance of the play comes&lt;br /&gt;It is disastrous&lt;br /&gt;No one knows where they are supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone forgets their lines&lt;br /&gt;We get mad and ask God, "Why didn’t you bless us?"&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t you let us have a good play performance?"&lt;br /&gt;His answer, “Because you took me out of the show.”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we realize how foolish it was for us to take the role of the director in our lives&lt;br /&gt;We had selfishly cast the characters on our own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God switches the roles of characters&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is all planned perfectly and in His will when He directs it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God moves characters to a different scene because He knows it will make the play better&lt;br /&gt;Yet, His casting is perfect&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we step aside and let Him direct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Stacie (2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-9011523611138463613?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/9011523611138463613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimate-director.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/9011523611138463613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/9011523611138463613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimate-director.html' title='The Ultimate Director'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-629605648830090554</id><published>2010-06-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:05:15.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's beautiful creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEDFhOkHBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xN2ADJAp3-A/s1600/418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty of God's creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEDFRk3MOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kVFxwj4KJZ0/s1600/417.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;should be a reminder of how loving God is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEDEnSgt5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Cm5wh965lC4/s1600/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He could have made everything black and white.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEDEcnUHwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ESLfQbQQDS4/s1600/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yet, he chose to use beautiful, vibrant colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEBKb0fLlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ITwj6oRbBk4/s1600/413.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because He loves us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEBKHr3rrI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ezjVEQKliGk/s1600/420.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves us SO much that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He gave His only Son.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEBJKboT3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/vsCQtG3Cgwk/s1600/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So that we could be forgiven of our sins.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEBId9A6qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4lS6zZ3PN0E/s1600/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And have fellowship with God.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/TBEAf4ippEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xP68nnOWi6U/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May God bless you today and always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stacie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-629605648830090554?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/629605648830090554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-beautiful-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/629605648830090554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/629605648830090554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-beautiful-creation.html' title='God&apos;s beautiful creation'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-6365617486227720558</id><published>2010-04-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:22:07.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Person in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>"God, sometimes I feel as if I am holding on so dear to invisible things and not wanting to see the real thing. Broken, I come running. Running back into your arms of grace, and bowing at your nail pierced and blood stained feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once held on to pride with a strong grip. However, now I’m tossing it into the shore, where I will see it no more. I’m determined to live for so very much more than mediocrity. In humbleness, my tears trickle onto Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up all my fears, I ask you to change my heart. Mold me into the person I am to become. What are my virtues and how will I be able to hear your voice? Hear it over all of life’s noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so in love with You, my Savior. This is my desperate cry. Jesus, you are the grace of my life. Without You, where would I be? I can’t go a single day without Your precious love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had to let go of EVERYTHING before You could turn me into the best me that I could possibly be. I had to let go of all my fears in order to hear Your voice and to know and find Your will. I was letting other things overtake me where I no longer had a photograph of the person I wanted to be. To gain integrity and to become the person God designed me to be, I had to kneel in surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph is coming into focus. Now things don’t always seem clear, but I rest assured, knowing my Savior is ever so near. I no longer conform to this world, but I ask you to transform me by the renewing of my mind so that I may be able to test and approve what Your will is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I can feel You shining through me. How can I keep from shining? How can I keep from singing? You are my life. I see Your grace ready to forgive. I am learning what is pure and noble. I saw what I didn’t want my character to become. Also, You showed me Your love. Most of all, I learned that NOTHING is impossible with You. I resolve to do hard things for Your glory. I just found myself. There is no turning around. My feet are planted on this solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, help me reflect Your love and capture the image of what it means to mirror You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S9elUiu4TWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kn_4m6-Re60/s1600/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465018445176786274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S9elUiu4TWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kn_4m6-Re60/s400/mirror.jpg" 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/169267375546260931-6365617486227720558?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6365617486227720558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/person-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6365617486227720558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/6365617486227720558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/person-in-mirror.html' title='The Person in the Mirror'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S9elUiu4TWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kn_4m6-Re60/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3326038036944943684</id><published>2010-02-13T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:14:24.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/712/712198cficbcc2g0.gif" width=101 height=101 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/169267375546260931-3326038036944943684?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3326038036944943684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/02/urlhttpwww.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3326038036944943684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3326038036944943684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/02/urlhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-2868851668294592558</id><published>2010-01-07T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:24:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S0ZeAXMqwkI/AAAAAAAAANc/Emjtxszu-Q8/s1600-h/580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424126161534501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S0ZeAXMqwkI/AAAAAAAAANc/Emjtxszu-Q8/s400/580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very fortunate to have been raised by godly parents. They taught me about Jesus ever since I was very young and I have been in church all my life. When, I was six years old I made a decision. However, later I realized I hadn’t truly understood the plan of salvation. I knew I wanted to go to heaven, but I really didn’t understand what it meant to follow Jesus and to become a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of eleven, I had been feeling convicted for quite a while. However, I wasn’t sure why, because I thought I was already a Christian. It was on August 13, 2003 that I realized that I was lost and was a sinner. On that Tuesday morning, I knelt down in my living room and cried out to God and asked Him to save me. Tears were trickling down my face as I experienced salvation. The curtains were open in our living room, and the sun was pouring in. Just as the sun was pouring into the windows, Jesus was pouring His light into my soul. As I was praying, I experienced a peace that I had never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;After becoming a Christian, it doesn’t stop there. Jesus wants us to grow closer to Him. Recently, I realized how my life needs to be totally and completely surrendered to God. I want only what is in His will for my life. With many important decisions coming up, I want to make sure that I am right where God wants me to be. I desire to have more of a thirst for God’s Word. We can never be too passionate about Him. I pray that I will fall more and more in love with Jesus every day of my life. It amazes me and leaves me speechless that the omnipotent God indwells me. Christ gave His all for us, so we must give our all to Jesus. I praise Jesus Christ for the gift of salvation that He has freely given for all mankind. My life has never been the same since I got saved!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-2868851668294592558?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2868851668294592558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2868851668294592558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2868851668294592558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S0ZeAXMqwkI/AAAAAAAAANc/Emjtxszu-Q8/s72-c/580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4393782289673230975</id><published>2009-12-29T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:27:37.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script&gt; document.write(unescape("%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20 src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/rsgallery/original/Happy-New-Year.gif %22%20border%3D%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4393782289673230975?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4393782289673230975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/12/document.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4393782289673230975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4393782289673230975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/12/document.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-2646098835333661679</id><published>2009-12-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:12:57.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>16 days.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everyone. I hope ya'll are doing great!!! I am very excited about Christmas! It is SO incredible that God sent His one and only Son for us!!! What an awesome God to send us a Savior to save us from our sins. We have so much to celebrate at Christmas! The Savior of the world came as a baby so He could die for us one the cross. His gift of salvation is free to everyone and if you don't know Him, he wants you to accept His gift!! It is the greatest gift you will ever recieve!!!! Jesus came and died on the cross for our sins. Salvation is here.....Will you accept the gift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-2646098835333661679?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2646098835333661679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2646098835333661679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2646098835333661679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-days.html' title='16 days.......'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5834908850133726633</id><published>2009-09-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:22:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384389067015465090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SrkxVCf0KII/AAAAAAAAANE/wr-xR8O5YKs/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                             Love God...Love People. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5834908850133726633?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5834908850133726633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gods-will-never-takes-us-where-grace-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5834908850133726633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/5834908850133726633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gods-will-never-takes-us-where-grace-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SrkxVCf0KII/AAAAAAAAANE/wr-xR8O5YKs/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1399068950665513453</id><published>2009-08-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:54:48.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>More Photos I took</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpX0PTDv_RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kRC3mX2OSMw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzr51tUXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ww1wL4J_mzE/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzrgL_SPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NY7ShaaysW0/s1600-h/451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374469659036698866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzrgL_SPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NY7ShaaysW0/s400/451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzqzMwjYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bZC7_PyRCqo/s1600-h/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374469646960332162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzqzMwjYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bZC7_PyRCqo/s400/318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biltmore Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyME10vdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oehYv4IPW84/s1600-h/436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468019608403410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyME10vdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oehYv4IPW84/s400/436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Conservatory at Biltmore in Ashville, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyLumEgfI/AAAAAAAAALs/zff0nO9gXbg/s1600-h/431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468013636747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyLumEgfI/AAAAAAAAALs/zff0nO9gXbg/s400/431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyLE7sGyI/AAAAAAAAALk/3My9EXCbd9M/s1600-h/445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468002453134114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyLE7sGyI/AAAAAAAAALk/3My9EXCbd9M/s400/445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyKx-5s-I/AAAAAAAAALc/K3eBvNP66cE/s1600-h/473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467997366334434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXyKx-5s-I/AAAAAAAAALc/K3eBvNP66cE/s400/473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1399068950665513453?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1399068950665513453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-photos-i-took.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1399068950665513453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1399068950665513453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-photos-i-took.html' title='More Photos I took'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXzrgL_SPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NY7ShaaysW0/s72-c/451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-5160174759901411838</id><published>2009-07-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:34:54.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Photos I took</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_grj6XqOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h2lWFIzMrsk/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_grbg5NeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/AN_mP8VDJ2U/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249118318900706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_grbg5NeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/AN_mP8VDJ2U/s400/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_gq7Xl7oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pRL3ZjDQwjY/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249109689953922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_gq7Xl7oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pRL3ZjDQwjY/s400/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_b4AUx06I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jy6jOoS3MXk/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_b36ALQzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RsVmPLXLJro/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359243835103462194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_b36ALQzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RsVmPLXLJro/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-5160174759901411838?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/Sl_grbg5NeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/AN_mP8VDJ2U/s72-c/221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1357280021085720875</id><published>2009-06-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:56:00.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Child of the King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S3SK9yo-zpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Mi0jvv6xkzw/s1600-h/10117_1235556177301_1481114854_30646179_5014333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S3SK9yo-zpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Mi0jvv6xkzw/s400/10117_1235556177301_1481114854_30646179_5014333_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437123444313345682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;I only wish to be near You; to be near Your wounded side.&lt;br /&gt;Why did You, my King, have to die?&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Your love,&lt;br /&gt;But tell me who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with the King of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;I sing to You my song of praise.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am, and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is who I will always be.&lt;br /&gt;At your side is where I will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;That's my only desire.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is fading away&lt;br /&gt;I fall face down at Your blood stained feet.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that I am in You, and You are in me.&lt;br /&gt;That is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;I ask You, "Where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;Am I in the center of Your will?&lt;br /&gt;Have I been running from You this long?&lt;br /&gt;To be in Your shadow is where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Who should I be?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now?&lt;br /&gt;At Your nail pierced feet, I run back to you and surrender.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear Your voice and I see Your smile, I run into Your open arms.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fill my eyes and trickle down my face.&lt;br /&gt;It is in that moment, I realize Who I am, and Whose I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, forever I am yours."&lt;br /&gt;And forever will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with the King of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;I sing to You my song of praise.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am, and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is who I will always be.&lt;br /&gt;At your side is where I will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;That's my only desire.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is fading away&lt;br /&gt;I fall face down at Your blood stained feet.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that I am in You, and You are in me.&lt;br /&gt;That is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Stacie (2007) &lt;Photo 3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1357280021085720875?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1357280021085720875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-child-of-king.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1357280021085720875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1357280021085720875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-child-of-king.html' title='I am a Child of the King'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/S3SK9yo-zpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Mi0jvv6xkzw/s72-c/10117_1235556177301_1481114854_30646179_5014333_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1023672356783274381</id><published>2009-06-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:16:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>He doesn't know that there is another way&lt;br /&gt;Everything he's tried won't work&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that money will buy him happiness&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that someone to love will make him less lonely&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that finding his talent will show the world&lt;br /&gt;Yet the hole remains&lt;br /&gt;All the empty space&lt;br /&gt;The world is crashing in around him&lt;br /&gt;He drowns because of the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he will drink his pain away&lt;br /&gt;Yet it doesn't go away&lt;br /&gt;It just becomes deeper&lt;br /&gt;He can't get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;A bigger hole remains&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is all he can find&lt;br /&gt;He can't find anything to make him happy&lt;br /&gt;The alcohol isn't the answer&lt;br /&gt;He only craves more&lt;br /&gt;The drugs aren't the answer&lt;br /&gt;The addictions become bigger and bigger in his life&lt;br /&gt;Gambling to get what he thinks he needs&lt;br /&gt;Yet the hole in his heart remains&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;And he aches so&lt;br /&gt;But does he really know&lt;br /&gt;What the answer is in his life?&lt;br /&gt;He's learned that pride isn't the answer&lt;br /&gt;It only led him to destruction&lt;br /&gt;Drinking won't stop the tears&lt;br /&gt;That stream down his face&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it numb his pain&lt;br /&gt;The empty bottles lay scattered across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Parties with people that he won't even remember&lt;br /&gt;The tears never stop&lt;br /&gt;The hurt never ceases&lt;br /&gt;The hole in his heart stabs harder&lt;br /&gt;He falls deeper and deeper into sin&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what caused it&lt;br /&gt;He tries hard to push against the walls&lt;br /&gt;But he can't knock them down&lt;br /&gt;The empty room only gets smaller&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because he can't run away&lt;br /&gt;He knows that something is wrong with him&lt;br /&gt;That something is wrong with the world&lt;br /&gt;He realizes that everyone tries to give him something to fill him up&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't realize WHO can fill him up&lt;br /&gt;Who can take his pain and emptiness away&lt;br /&gt;So, he falls deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;And it's that much harder to find happiness&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that it is a useless pursuit&lt;br /&gt;All bottled up inside are his feelings&lt;br /&gt;He feels all alone&lt;br /&gt;The pictures begin to disappear from the frames on the wall&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles along through the road of life&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;He stops at the intersection staring at which direction to take&lt;br /&gt;Hurt cause he's falling&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Getting harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Running from everything he's tried to make him happy&lt;br /&gt;He wrestles in his own sin&lt;br /&gt;The bottle wasn't the answer&lt;br /&gt;It just becomes empty&lt;br /&gt;The world screams at him that everyone is that way&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he has no choice&lt;br /&gt;But to live life like he is&lt;br /&gt;While his life rushes by him&lt;br /&gt;And he cries&lt;br /&gt;His years are whizzing by&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing&lt;br /&gt;Choking tears back&lt;br /&gt;That he's tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;But he can't hide them anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cause he can't find the answer&lt;br /&gt;To to why his heart hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;He falls apart in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;He falls on his face wanting more&lt;br /&gt;He needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He is the One that will fill this emptiness up&lt;br /&gt;God is the one who can truly give him happiness&lt;br /&gt;He needs Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He need His love&lt;br /&gt;His mercy&lt;br /&gt;How he needs to see God's love&lt;br /&gt;But does he know of God's grace?&lt;br /&gt;Will someone tell him of the man that gave his life so that we can have life?&lt;br /&gt;Show him that God is the way&lt;br /&gt;The answer to his pain&lt;br /&gt;He lay there suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Thinking emptiness is all there is to life&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;The empty pictures frames fall off the walls&lt;br /&gt;Glass shatters all around him&lt;br /&gt;He sobs desperately&lt;br /&gt;Falling apart inside&lt;br /&gt;With all the hurt that he is trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Stacie (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the WAY, the TRUTH, and the LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;No man comes to the Father except through me." -John 14:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1023672356783274381?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1023672356783274381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1023672356783274381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1023672356783274381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-1523794718460036955</id><published>2009-05-31T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:17:06.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>If I only had a time machine&lt;br /&gt;To go back in time&lt;br /&gt;But would I really want to change it all?&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on&lt;br /&gt;The second hand keeps ticking&lt;br /&gt;And the music keeps playing on your stereo&lt;br /&gt;If I could only pause life&lt;br /&gt;Admist the busy rushed world&lt;br /&gt;If only there were a fast forward or rewind&lt;br /&gt;But then we’d be in control&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s the problem anyhow&lt;br /&gt;The second hand keeps ticking&lt;br /&gt;And the music keeps playing through your stereo&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pause anything&lt;br /&gt;I just have to laugh that much more&lt;br /&gt;Know God will work it out&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on&lt;br /&gt;Keep on dancing to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Keep on singing and praising God&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever spend another minute wasted on bitterness&lt;br /&gt;For unhappiness wastes your precious time&lt;br /&gt;And it continues to play on&lt;br /&gt;No rewind.&lt;br /&gt;No fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;When you make a mistake you can’t erase it&lt;br /&gt;But God can forgive&lt;br /&gt;And you can move on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste a minute of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast&lt;br /&gt;Tell someone you love them&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;The second hand keeps on ticking&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that time moves on&lt;br /&gt;If it didn’t I guess that we’d never live on the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna live extreme&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on&lt;br /&gt;If the sun doesn’t shine tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to worry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I spent today in the joy of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on&lt;br /&gt;The second hand keeps on ticking&lt;br /&gt;And the music keeps playing through your stereo&lt;br /&gt;So get out there and sing to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Stacie (2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-1523794718460036955?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1523794718460036955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1523794718460036955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/1523794718460036955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-4703716704003933098</id><published>2009-05-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:53:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SgW07Rf7ShI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7NJXHaslPx8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333868264092813842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SgW07Rf7ShI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7NJXHaslPx8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4703716704003933098?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SgW07Rf7ShI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7NJXHaslPx8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-7281141446579063252</id><published>2009-05-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:00:59.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctity of life'/><title type='text'>Sanctity of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXwpnTQAWI/AAAAAAAAALM/qYKlEcvFpGs/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374466328051581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUWQDBXnKA4/SpXwpnTQAWI/AAAAAAAAALM/qYKlEcvFpGs/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We become human beings at conception. Beginning at that moment, we are a life seen by God and knitted in our mother's womb. (Psalm 139:15-16) Our hearts begin to beat only weeks after we are conceived. We each have our own genetic code. Why do we see that it is alright to kill a life before it is born? Just because it is a baby, does not mean that it does not experience the terrible pain and agony inflicted on it during an abortion. Whichever method is used during abortion, it kills an innocent human being. What these 1.2 to 1.7 billion individuals were destined to become, no one will ever find out. Abortion is a heart-wrenching trajedy. What will become of our nation if something does not change? We are a free nation, yet so many of our country's children are not even allowed to experience one day here in America. Soldiers gave their lives for our freedom, but so many individuals won't get to experience our nation's freedom. They never had one single chance to live, to experience the things we experience, and to witness life here on earth. Will we turn from our wicked ways? (2 Chronicles 7:14) Oh, America won't we turn back to what we were founded upon-life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7281141446579063252?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7281141446579063252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/05/fight-foca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7281141446579063252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7281141446579063252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>When it’s hard to see the light&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the candle flame&lt;br /&gt;Does not the flame make the room bright?&lt;br /&gt;It is not that the darkness is making the flame invisible&lt;br /&gt;So, why in our lives, does the darkness overpower the light?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t it overcome the darkness, burning brightly for all to see?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine, light!&lt;br /&gt;Shine brightly in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness has to flee&lt;br /&gt;But now, the flame in your candle is fading&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it melts into the wax&lt;br /&gt;Is your candle wax dripping into the world?&lt;br /&gt;Is it putting out your flame?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine, light!&lt;br /&gt;Shine brightly in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;Hold your candle for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s shine and be the light&lt;br /&gt;He gave so much out of love for us!&lt;br /&gt;And we can’t even keep our flame lit.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let your flame melt away&lt;br /&gt;The world tries to blow it out&lt;br /&gt;Will we listen to God’s shout?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine, light.&lt;br /&gt;Shine brightly in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s hard to see the light...Melting Candle Flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written By Stacie ( 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-4834325733342928578?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4834325733342928578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/melting-candle-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4834325733342928578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/4834325733342928578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/melting-candle-flame.html' title='Melting Candle Flame'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-484396759522606834</id><published>2009-02-03T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:34:40.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Silent Celestial Sky</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it seems as though silence&lt;br /&gt;Comforts me the most&lt;br /&gt;Gazing up at the late, night sky&lt;br /&gt;My breath is taken away&lt;br /&gt;By my Omnipotent Creator&lt;br /&gt;My Omniscient Savior and Sustainer&lt;br /&gt;It overwhelms my soul&lt;br /&gt;That the God of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;Gives me sunshine every morning&lt;br /&gt;And stars at night to gaze upon&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think of it&lt;br /&gt;Silence overtakes my heart&lt;br /&gt;And all there is room for&lt;br /&gt;Is God and I&lt;br /&gt;As I look up at the silent celestial sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Stacie in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-484396759522606834?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-3699402249508298495</id><published>2009-02-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:28:35.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Longing for a Home</title><content type='html'>Verse 1:Baby blue eyes / He cries unheard / Precious gift from God / Has nowhere to lay his head at night / No one to sing him nursery rhymes / Baby blue eyes that long for someone to love him / But how will he ever know anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Does anybody know about this beautiful baby boy? / Are his cries unheard? / He only wants someone to rock him to sleep / To feed him when it’s time to eat / Yet does everyone so easily ignore his cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:Five years old / Longing for a home / A family adopts him and takes him in as their own / Just like Jesus did for us / They love him like their own / They gave him their home / And now his baby blue eyes don’t cry /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:They share the love of Jesus / The boy has someone to hear him laugh / A song is always in his heart / He becomes a Christian. / Grows up to be a godly man / When he thinks about how life could have been, he thanks God the Father for adopting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:Big brown eyes. / This little girl cries every day out of fear / Someone who has grown up that way too, raises her a loves her / Like a Daddy should / Now her clouds aren’t gray / She is taught how to love others and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie written 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3699402249508298495?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3699402249508298495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/longing-for-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3699402249508298495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3699402249508298495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/longing-for-home.html' title='Longing for a Home'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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bee&lt;br /&gt;Always ringing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;The second hand seems to tick faster everyday&lt;br /&gt;Spiraling, I keep spinning&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I need Jesus to help me&lt;br /&gt;I need His love to guide me when there is no light&lt;br /&gt;I need to carry his candle when it is dark&lt;br /&gt;I must read His Word&lt;br /&gt;In a whirl, my life goes&lt;br /&gt;Am I coming?&lt;br /&gt;I should stop and prepare for war&lt;br /&gt;Am I going?&lt;br /&gt;I must study His life manual&lt;br /&gt;Will I try to do it all on my own strength?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I rely on God that's living inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;The one who will never leave me nor forsake me&lt;br /&gt;So I can know how to use my two-edged sword&lt;br /&gt;I fight the good fight of faith with God on my side&lt;br /&gt;The light is my Father&lt;br /&gt;For His breath and love letter guide my crooked steps&lt;br /&gt;They lead me unto the way everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Into the light of day&lt;br /&gt;My night time becomes as bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;I follow the light&lt;br /&gt;I take up the sword&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the good fight of faith&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing love, godliness, and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;Are you prepared for war?&lt;br /&gt;With God and His Word, we will experience victory&lt;br /&gt;Fight the good fight of faith!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Stacie in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-3233750398606372477?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3233750398606372477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/fight-good-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3233750398606372477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/3233750398606372477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/fight-good-fight.html' title='Fight the Good Fight'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-8708046326042340164</id><published>2009-01-31T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:10:30.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Loud Silence</title><content type='html'>I stand there by the creek&lt;br /&gt;Watching my reflection in the waters below&lt;br /&gt;My barefeet run through the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Silence all around&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems to speak so loud&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a pew in an empty church&lt;br /&gt;I feel Your presence&lt;br /&gt;I hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever say anything?&lt;br /&gt;Anything in this loud silence to describe&lt;br /&gt;How that I feel when I hear you silently speak?&lt;br /&gt;The horse gallops down the field&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my feet from dancing&lt;br /&gt;When I open my mouth to say something&lt;br /&gt;About what happened&lt;br /&gt;No words will roll off my tongue&lt;br /&gt;All that is there to explain what I felt&lt;br /&gt;Is silence that speaks so loud to me&lt;br /&gt;Louder than anything I could ever say&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever thank You enough&lt;br /&gt;For speaking so loud to me?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I heard it through the silence of the fluttering butterfly&lt;br /&gt;When the ocean tide rolled in and back out again&lt;br /&gt;When the sun set beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that silence could make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Stacie in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-8708046326042340164?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8708046326042340164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/loud-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savior'/><title type='text'>Divine Goal</title><content type='html'>It is all falling apart&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Cause it is breaking his heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet God is with him&lt;br /&gt;He will help him see&lt;br /&gt;Though his world is ripping away&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is all he can see&lt;br /&gt;His eyes stay steadily on the goal&lt;br /&gt;And when he plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;Tears trickle down and hit the keys&lt;br /&gt;Picks up his guitar&lt;br /&gt;And keeps on praising God&lt;br /&gt;With his blue heart&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the reason for all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Yet God sees beyond his stubborn heart&lt;br /&gt;He showed him the divine goal&lt;br /&gt;Just need to keep his eyes on it&lt;br /&gt;Don't wander tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;Stay focused on your light&lt;br /&gt;God is speaking to him&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words of life to him tonight&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "My child, everything will be alright."&lt;br /&gt;That is when the young man experienced a taste of heaven&lt;br /&gt;He saw God's angels watching over him&lt;br /&gt;While he sang his heart away&lt;br /&gt;Finally saw in God's shining door&lt;br /&gt;God gave peace divine&lt;br /&gt;Seen the evil in this place&lt;br /&gt;And he knows that Jesus is his only answer&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is stronger than any problem he will face in life&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen to him&lt;br /&gt;But he chooses to keep his eyes looking up to God&lt;br /&gt;His focus is set on the divine goal&lt;br /&gt;God's angels watch over his soul&lt;br /&gt;Although all of life's strife seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;He knows his Savior truly does care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Stacie in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-8865939632989892615?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8865939632989892615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/divine-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/8865939632989892615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/8865939632989892615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/divine-goal.html' title='Divine Goal'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015182954995634032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T7b6Kc92Mw/Tptvh-V-p8I/AAAAAAAABH0/vvFM84dmTEE/s220/5638_DSC01507.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169267375546260931.post-8918947420452720045</id><published>2009-01-31T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:23:51.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>I can't open the door&lt;br /&gt;Only God and He will&lt;br /&gt;I can't close the door&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I had planned&lt;br /&gt;But I know that it is all in His hand&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you believe in something,&lt;br /&gt;But fear seems to dominate?&lt;br /&gt;Is that when fear and faith collide?&lt;br /&gt;It's like all your feelings are lost in fear.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is then that you realize that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Something makes you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Your faith shines over you fear,&lt;br /&gt;Leading to an open door with so much more&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with God opening and closing doors&lt;br /&gt;So we can praise Him only more&lt;br /&gt;I want my lifesong to be written and sung by God himself&lt;br /&gt;If we glorify God in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing can be impossible with Him.&lt;br /&gt;So, I choose to never give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;I am not holding back&lt;br /&gt;I will not lose heart&lt;br /&gt;God can do anything if we just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Stacie in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-8918947420452720045?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8918947420452720045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/collide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Subtle&lt;br /&gt;Looks so appetizing&lt;br /&gt;You decide to put it on&lt;br /&gt;It grows on you&lt;br /&gt;You start acting different&lt;br /&gt;Soon you can’t get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;It overwhelms you&lt;br /&gt;You think you can’t live without it&lt;br /&gt;It consumes you&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know who you are becoming&lt;br /&gt;Soon, all you want is revenge&lt;br /&gt;It becomes harder to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;Than it was to put it on&lt;br /&gt;It changes your whole way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;You soon don’t care about anyone but yourself&lt;br /&gt;You no longer know you your friends are&lt;br /&gt;It changes your whole way of acting&lt;br /&gt;You no longer know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;You no longer know who you are&lt;br /&gt;You want revenge&lt;br /&gt;People ask you who you are&lt;br /&gt;You say you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;You forget what it was like&lt;br /&gt;What you were like&lt;br /&gt;Before you were entangled&lt;br /&gt;Consumed in the dreadful disease known&lt;br /&gt;As Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Stacie in Spring of 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-7460378467782595927?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7460378467782595927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2008/12/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7460378467782595927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/7460378467782595927'/><link 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/&gt;Oh sometimes, it’s hard to know&lt;br /&gt;Because our culture has sank so tremendously low&lt;br /&gt;But we can always know&lt;br /&gt;By the Word Of God&lt;br /&gt;He is always clear on the way we should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie- written 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169267375546260931-2261025822851934330?l=stacieswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2261025822851934330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacieswritings.blogspot.com/2008/12/hard-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169267375546260931/posts/default/2261025822851934330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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