<?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-21032150</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:24.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Held in His grip of grace...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-3896896117870110043</id><published>2007-02-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:41:20.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On days like today....</title><content type='html'>It is days like today that remind me of falling in love with him.  Days that i feel free and alive..... it was during this time that last spring that i realized he was the one...the one i wanted to spend the rest of my life with....the one that God had made for me and I for him.  It was during this time that last spring that i grew up the most.... on those amazing sunny days and those cool spring night....i became who i was supposed to be. I grew up and learned so much during that time......and the spring sunshine still reminds me of that feeling...it takes me back to that place that wasnt so long ago...it was and is still the best feeling in the world to be in love....and i wouldnt trade what God has given me and allowed me to experience for anything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-3896896117870110043?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/3896896117870110043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=3896896117870110043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/3896896117870110043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/3896896117870110043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-days-like-today.html' title='On days like today....'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-3519731061503251733</id><published>2006-12-07T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:20:49.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This tie that binds....</title><content type='html'>When is it time to cut the ties that bind me to my parents wishes and commands for my life?  At what point can i claim this step into adult hood and stand up to them?  When can i stop being their little puppet and start making my own decisions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn. Completely torn.  The past year, i have learned how to be my own person. And i think i have shown that to everyone. But not to my parents. Becuase they are paying for my education, i feel that i still owe them the gratification of still having their last child under thier control.  But i am 20 years old.....im not 12 anymore. I truly believe that it is time for me to break those ties.  And yes- i know that they want to pay for my education.....but when that starts becomming their excuse for not letting me do something, i loose all respect for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go against them, so badly. But i feel like i cant yet- because of the money thing. I feel like because they are paying, then i still must obey their every wish.  But i do not, by any means, agree with them on this....I think that i should be able to make me own decisions....and be my own person.  And the way its always gone, i am supposed to respect them in their decisions for my life and what they think is best for me. But i dont. Not anymore. Not on this decision. I dont respect them at all because i dont agree with it. If anything, i resent the fact that they wont let me make my own decisions. They think that it is a mistake.  But they have to realize that they cant protect me my entire life. They have to let me go. And even if the decisions i make are mistakes, then so be it. I will learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point im trying to make is that i am mad at them for not letting my go, but i am more mad at myself for once again giving into them and doing what they want me to do. I want to stand up to them. i want them to understand that they cant control me forever.  But like always, i feel obligated to respect them.  But can i pretend to respect them? That doesnt seem like something i should have to do. I would truley respect them if they let me be my own person. I would truley respect if they would let me go. I would truley respect them if they would understand that i am an adult now, and therefore, they have to treat me like one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like i said....it is the tie that binds.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-3519731061503251733?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/3519731061503251733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=3519731061503251733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/3519731061503251733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/3519731061503251733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-tie-that-binds.html' title='This tie that binds....'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-115950997343131847</id><published>2006-09-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:14:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorant words?... Where were you when I laid that foundation of the earth...Who laid that cornerstone as the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? Who defined the boundaries of the sea as it burst from the wormb, and as I clothed it with clouds and thich darkness?... Have you ever commanded the morning to appear and caused the dawn to rise in the east? Have you ever told the daylight to spread to the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the nights wickedness?...Have you explored the springs from which the seas came? Have you walked about and explored their depths? Do you known where the gates of death are located? Have you seen the gates of utter gloom?... Where does the light come from, and where does darkness go? Can you take it home? do you know how to get there?... Have you visited the treasuries of the snow? Have you seen where the hail is made and stored?... Where is the home of the east wind? Who created the channel of the torrents of rain? Who laid out the path for lightining? Who makes the rain fall on barren land, in a desert where noone lives? Who sends the rain that satisfies the parched ground and maked the tender grass spring up? Does the rain have a father? Where does the dew come from? Who is the mother of ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens? Can you hold back the movements of the starts?... Can you ensure the proper sequence of the seasons or quide the heavens? Do you know the laws of the universe and how God rules the earth? Can you shouth to the clouds and make it rain? Can you make lightning appear and cause it to strick as you direct it? Who gives intuition and instinct? Who is wise enough to count all the clouds?..." -God. Job 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-115950997343131847?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/115950997343131847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=115950997343131847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115950997343131847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115950997343131847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/09/job-38.html' title='Job 38'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-115895972833164183</id><published>2006-09-22T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:15:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/1600/DSCN3208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/320/DSCN3208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can I turn and face You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I ever feel righteous in Your eyes again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I accept the forgiveness you offer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I can't break free from my sin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I trust now-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After everything that has been done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I appreciate the love you give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I feel like the devil has won?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How can I get up and run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I am surrounded by walls on every side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I see You, Lord, there in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I see Your arms open wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But when will I loose sight of that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those are that embrace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When will it be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For me to turn around and see Your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My biggest fear await the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When You return victoriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know that I have sinned Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But will You still be disappointed in me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I push the line day after day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I see how far I can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate that when the time comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's always so hard to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You say in Hosea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That there is a time to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When You will lead me into the wilderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I can learn where my Help comes from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So is that what You are doing, God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is that where I am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or did I lead myself to this place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alone and standing of shifting sand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-115895972833164183?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/115895972833164183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=115895972833164183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115895972833164183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115895972833164183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/09/how.html' title='How...'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-115440558347274675</id><published>2006-07-31T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:14:47.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Harry Met Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/1600/DSCN2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/320/DSCN2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your cologne on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." -When Harry Met Sally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-115440558347274675?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/115440558347274675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=115440558347274675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115440558347274675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115440558347274675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-harry-met-sally.html' title='When Harry Met Sally'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-115341703404635455</id><published>2006-07-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:37:14.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Watching...</title><content type='html'>I love people watching...you learn so much from people- be it people that you know or people that you dont know, people that are your cloest friend or people that are merely aquaintences, people that are part of your family or people that have gone before you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember growing up- watching my grandmama and pappy.  My grandma was one of, if not the, strongest women i know. Not only did she raise my father- but she did it better than anyone could.  She was strong- both as a woman and a Christian and a mother.  I remember going to McLeoud and sitting by her.  During the service, i remember trying to do just what she did, trying to behave to make her proud.  I hope that i did- and i hope i still am now.  I remember when she died.  It didnt come as a surprise to me becuase she had been sick for a while.  I remember the hurt that i felt when she got the point when she didnt know who i was anymore.  I think that i saw her once in the last 3 months of her life.  I just couldnt bring myself to go see her. i knew that she would understand.  I wanted my last memories of her to be the same they had always been....i didnt want to remember her as a women so badley beat by age....i wanted to remember the same grandmama that i had already known my whole life.  It hurt more than i could ever put into words to ee my grandmama, the strongest woman in my life so phsically weak.  My only peace about her death wa knowing that she was not in pain anymore, and that her identity in Christ was her strongest attribute.  I know she is in heaven right now and God is busy filling her crown with all of the jewels she deserves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what made my grandma so strong was her marraige to my Pappy. My Pappy was a hell of a man....there is no other way to describe him.  He was amazing and there is no doubt that my father is a product of him.  He was one of the smartest men i know- probably the smartest- although he only completed 11 grades of school- thats all he needed. He was already smart enough.  He had a heart of gold.  He allowed God to be his strength.  in the 15 years of my life that he was in, i never heard him raise his voice.  When he spoke, everyone listened.  When he spoke, his words were soft, but firm.  I was his curly top.  His death came as such a shock to me- to everyone. He died in his sleep.  When grandmama was telling about that night, she said that he went to sleep before her, which never happened.  When she came to bed about an hour later, she patted him like they always did before they when to bed, and for the first time in her life, he didnt pat back.  She knew then- but in her strength, she wanted to spend one last night with the love of her life.  So she did.  She slept one more night with pappy in that bed, knowing that he was already gone.  The next morning, she called my aunt, her sister, and the day went on...I know that my pappy is in heaven now.  I cant wait to see him again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-115341703404635455?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/115341703404635455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=115341703404635455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115341703404635455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/115341703404635455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-watching.html' title='People Watching...'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-114969234200458885</id><published>2006-06-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:43:32.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundless Desire......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/1600/DSCN2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5704/2124/320/DSCN2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I can nno more stir my soul to move, And life is but the ashes of a fire....When I can but remember that my heart once used to live, long, love, and aspire....Be thou the first, the One thou art....Be thou the calling before all answering love, and wake in my hope, fear, and boundless desire.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-114969234200458885?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/114969234200458885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=114969234200458885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114969234200458885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114969234200458885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/06/boundless-desire.html' title='Boundless Desire......'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-114969167771702714</id><published>2006-06-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T07:55:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My World Apart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the only one to blame for this. Somehow it all ends up the same. Soaring on the wings of selfish pride, I flew too high. And like Icarus, I collide with a world I try so hard to leave behind. To rid myself of all but love, to live and die. To turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of the One who loves deeper than the ocean, more abundant than the tears of a world embracing every heartache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I be the one to sacrafice or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow? Take my world apart! I am on my knees- Take my world apart! I am broken on my knees. All said and done, I stand alone- amongst the remains of a life I should not own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It takes all I am to believe, in the mercy that covers me. Did you really have to die for me? All I am for all you are because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross forgetting what my life has cost, and I wipe away the crimson stain that dull the nails that still remain. More and more I need you now, I owe you more each passing hour. The battle between grace and pride i gave up not so long ago. So steal my heart, Lord, and take this pain, and wash my feet, and cleanse my pride. Take the selfish, take the tears, the sin soaked heart and make it yours. Take my world apart. Take it now and serve the ones that I despise, speak the words i cant deny, watch the world I used to know fall to dust and blow away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross fogetting what my life has cost. So wipe away the crimson stain that dull the nails that still remain. So Lord, steal my heart and take my pain, take the selfish, take the pride. Take the weak and all the things I cannot hide. Take the beauty, take the tears......Take my world apart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-114969167771702714?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/114969167771702714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=114969167771702714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114969167771702714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114969167771702714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-my-world-apart.html' title='Take My World Apart....'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-114140815049481766</id><published>2006-03-03T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:49:10.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of Mine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When you were a child, I called you my own.  And you were mine.  When you were a child, You could not standalone...but you were fine.  I want to know that child again.  Maybe time has changed you, but Love remembers when. You called my name and like the wind I carried you away.  It seems like only yesterday.  When You were a child.  When you were a child, the world was the unknown. But you were wise to simply trust in me that I will never leave and hold on tight." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What about sin blinds us? What about the enemy's tool hardens our heart so that our Joy can't be found? What makes us loose sight of our convictions? At Encounter last night, Matt was talking about Joy....and our fight to hold onto it! When we loose Joy, we loose perspective, the perspective of God's plan for our life.  And when we loose perspective, we are tempted.  The Enemy uses the sin that he tempts us wih to steal our joy.  The longer we walk without Joy, the weaker our perspective grows and the easier it will be for us to fall into the lies of Satan.  The less convicted we become about our sin and the more hard hearted we become, the hader it will be to climb back out of the valley that we will find ourselves in.  To fight for Joy is to actively engage everything about what is true of God.  If you loose sight of what is true about our God and about yourself- you will sin.  This steals your joy, it dishonors God, and cheapens his grace.  "cheapens His grace..." That is such a powerful statement. Think about it.....when you sin- it cheapens the value of grace in your life.  Even though God's grace is enough, and it always will be, it still cheapens the value of what it means to you.  If you sin, knowing that you are sinning, and also knowing that god's grace will be there to fix evereything when you decide to stop sinning, then it puts us in the mindset that God's grace is our clutch- and it is NOT our clutch....it is anything but that! It is a gift....a precious gift that God gives us so that we may live. and when we take advatage of that grace- we wil pay the consequences.  God is merciful, but he is also a vengful God.  so don't cheapen his grace.  Dont sell grace short....it will always pick us up, but only when God allows it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-114140815049481766?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/114140815049481766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=114140815049481766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114140815049481766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/114140815049481766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/03/child-of-mine.html' title='Child of Mine....'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-113920714745406174</id><published>2006-02-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:25:47.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance by My King.....</title><content type='html'>Why did God curse Eve with lonliness and heartache- with an emptiness that nothing can fill?  He did it so that he could save her.  God has to thwart her. In love, he has to block her attempts until, wonded and aching, she turns to Him and Him along for her rescue.  ***"Therefore, I will bock her path with thornbushes; I will call her in so she cannot find her way. She wil chase after her lovers but not catch them.  She will look for them but not find them..." Hosea 2:6-7*** Jesus has to thwart me too- thwart my self redemptive plans, my controlling and my hiding, thwart the ways that i am seeking to fill  the ache within me.  Other wise, I will never fully turn to Him for my resuce.  He will romance me- like never before, he will hold my heart in his hands and romance it and draw me back to him.  ***"Therefore, i am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the deert and speak tenderely to her." Hosea 2:14***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will allure her&lt;br /&gt;He will pursue her&lt;br /&gt;and call her out&lt;br /&gt;to wilderness with flowers&lt;br /&gt;in His hand&lt;br /&gt;she is respinding&lt;br /&gt;beat up and hurting&lt;br /&gt;deserving death&lt;br /&gt;but offereings of life&lt;br /&gt;are found instead&lt;br /&gt;She will sing&lt;br /&gt;She will sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to You&lt;br /&gt;She will sing as in&lt;br /&gt;the days of her youth&lt;br /&gt;as You lead her away&lt;br /&gt;to valleys low,&lt;br /&gt;to Acres of Hope... &lt;br /&gt;           -Shane and Shane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-113920714745406174?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/113920714745406174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=113920714745406174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/113920714745406174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/113920714745406174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/02/romance-by-my-king.html' title='Romance by My King.....'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21032150.post-113738753567466875</id><published>2006-01-15T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:58:55.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held...</title><content type='html'>"This is what it means to be HELD! This is how it feels when the sacred it torn from life, and you survive.  This is what it means to be loved, and to know that the promise was when everything feel, we'd be HELD..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, this is what it means to be HELD? to feel you so completly- maybe not all of the time- but for a few momenst of bliss- to feel you so intimatly and to fully understand the power of Your forgivenss?!?!? Is this what it means, God- for you to Hold me in your arms and be the Comforter and Provider, and Kindsman Redeemer that You promised? Your forgiveness is sweet, Your embrace is comforting, your intimacy is mine, Your romance is for me, Your mercy is amazing- as is your grace, your girp is on me, Your love is undending, Your precense is intoxicating.  This IS what it means to be HELD- when everything that was sacred to me is torn from my life- and to survive that because of Your forgiveness and grace and mercy- The promise that when I fall- You are the one that is Holding me- This is what sustains me- Your mercy and Your grace- and the knowledge that You are a God of forgivness and a God that wants so badley to romance me- and it is that romance and that forgivness that each time draws me back to You- My Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21032150-113738753567466875?l=held8668.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/feeds/113738753567466875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21032150&amp;postID=113738753567466875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/113738753567466875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21032150/posts/default/113738753567466875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://held8668.blogspot.com/2006/01/held.html' title='Held...'/><author><name>Katie Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931430222252637679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
