<?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-9124405166068004799</id><updated>2011-12-08T06:50:37.515-08:00</updated><category term='falling for fall'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Heart in Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>Your Presence Is Joy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-8465790354741291151</id><published>2011-12-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:50:37.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will it be possible for individuals in the World, built up so long on consumerism... be able to value their own life differently and therefore live differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not each man live according to what he values most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you today to truly ask yourself: What do I value most in all this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ask yourself with your answer from up above: Is _____ worth living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't know what you value most... or if you value anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to look at your everyday, what are you doing the most and why are you doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, sleeping, working, talking, nothing, television, reading, eating, music, sports, decorating, art, people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... all these things are good things, but none of them are worth living for. They CAN all be done living for something, rather SomeOne greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Solomon searched HIGH and low for life. This wise man claims there is only one answer to a life worth living: "Fear God and keep His commandments, for this is man's all." Ecclesiastes 12:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you still cannot think of what you value most... maybe you could think about what you would fear loosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear not being able to run anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear losing your wife and children?&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear not getting enough work?&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear not feeling 'in love' anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear the future?&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible reveals to us that JESUS has a promise in HIM and a reason to hope in HIM that defeats every and any worldly fear that you could ever have. He even says that He is more worthy of our lives than our own family members. Average men left work and family IMMEDIATELY to follow Jesus. (The book of Mark shows well the immediate reactions of those who chose to value Christ Jesus the most.) It seems to me that it is rare that many are called 'literally' away from their family... but are we heart-fully and joyfully willing and ready to leave all for Jesus? Do we live our lives in such a way that we are free from this world? Really, perhaps the question is, do we 'trust in God' or do we 'trust in ourselves'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about other countries coins and dollars, but I pray, that as people use American money... that when we look closely at the words 'in God we Trust', that through the power of the Holy Spirit we will turn our lives over to God and truly Trust in God and Believe in Jesus who was sent from God the Father, was made man, who suffered and died and was raise again, that we might be like Him in life and death and resurrection, and be with Him forever! Repent and Believe!&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/9124405166068004799-8465790354741291151?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8465790354741291151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=8465790354741291151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/8465790354741291151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/8465790354741291151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-is-impossible-with-god-luke-137.html' title='NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-5981398978281307414</id><published>2011-02-01T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T06:39:23.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi-F-RoNcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6hstv_uSM1Q/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Baudmea%2Be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi-F-RoNcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6hstv_uSM1Q/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Baudmea%2Be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909949069178306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh nooorr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi-BpF5uvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V7W5VHR9yj4/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bvioletmea%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi-BpF5uvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V7W5VHR9yj4/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bvioletmea%2Ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909874663373554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi955nPKnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1QBWX2JTmCU/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bsunrise%2Be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi955nPKnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1QBWX2JTmCU/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bsunrise%2Be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909741659204210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forest light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9r4oml5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lSAVDQsUH-w/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bsunrise%2Bh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9r4oml5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lSAVDQsUH-w/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bsunrise%2Bh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909500878329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9jpFczTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WYNusMZ6Zww/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9jpFczTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WYNusMZ6Zww/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909359265402162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9Vz6mROI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n8mTwleixxE/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9Vz6mROI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n8mTwleixxE/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568909121654506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a walk for dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi9PbzwQfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c-JCcxCQjys/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-5981398978281307414?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5981398978281307414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=5981398978281307414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/5981398978281307414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/5981398978281307414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/02/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUi-F-RoNcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6hstv_uSM1Q/s72-c/2011%2Bjan%2Baudmea%2Be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-7737361932314491611</id><published>2011-01-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:21:12.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHXix_4pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6m1S_yo9c9g/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bguitar%2Bd%2Bfav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHXix_4pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6m1S_yo9c9g/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bguitar%2Bd%2Bfav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568075721600918162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHRDrAzII/AAAAAAAAAG0/ItFNOOQdINU/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bguitar%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHRDrAzII/AAAAAAAAAG0/ItFNOOQdINU/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bguitar%2Ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568075610170903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHMKNkSqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-UoV7A6iUI4/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHMKNkSqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-UoV7A6iUI4/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568075526027102882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joy wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHFxqlUtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e6hBf1mDR4w/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHFxqlUtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e6hBf1mDR4w/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568075416358703826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy beyond the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHACx_GrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/c-pcLLk7n-c/s1600/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHACx_GrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/c-pcLLk7n-c/s400/2011%2Bjan%2Bbluerthanblue%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568075317873941170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy... comes in all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-7737361932314491611?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7737361932314491611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=7737361932314491611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/7737361932314491611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/7737361932314491611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-guitar-snow-joy-joy-wonders-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TUXHXix_4pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6m1S_yo9c9g/s72-c/2011%2Bjan%2Bguitar%2Bd%2Bfav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-1143532937011657086</id><published>2011-01-30T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:39:02.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Removed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="syn-para"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Definition of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABORT&lt;/span&gt; according to Merriam Webster Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="vt"&gt;intransitive verb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to bring forth stillborn, nonviable, or premature offspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to become checked in development so as to degenerate or remain rudimentary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to terminate a procedure prematurely &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;the&gt;abort due to mechanical difficulties&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="vt"&gt;transitive verb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;em class="sn"&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to induce the abortion of or give birth to prematurely &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;span class="break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="sn"&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to terminate the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/abort#" style="font-weight: normal ! important; font-size: 100% ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important; border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen ! important; padding-bottom: 1px ! important; color: darkgreen ! important; background-color: transparent ! important; background-image: none; padding-top: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;" class="iAs"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/a&gt; of before term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;em class="sn"&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to terminate prematurely &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cancel"&gt;cancel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;span class="break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="sn"&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to stop in the early stages&lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="r"&gt;— &lt;strong&gt;abort·er&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/abandon"&gt;abandon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cancel"&gt;cancel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/call"&gt;call&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/call+off"&gt;call off&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cry+off"&gt;cry off&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/drop"&gt;drop&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/recall"&gt;recall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/repeal"&gt;repeal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rescind"&gt;rescind&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/revoke"&gt;revoke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/scrap"&gt;scrap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/scrub"&gt;scrub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ant-para"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonyms:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/continue"&gt;continue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/keep"&gt;keep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Where do their little bodies go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Who buries the children aborted?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Where are their graves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Crushed, murdered, removed and thrown away into the trash are the aborted children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh merciful Father, how unspeakable!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Please heal this land O God. Please heal this land O God. Please SAVE mothers and children, fathers and abortionists. PLEASE SAVE SOULS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Please win this battle, Conqueror King Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-1143532937011657086?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1143532937011657086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=1143532937011657086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1143532937011657086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1143532937011657086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/removed.html' title='Removed.'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-5588572248514557344</id><published>2011-01-23T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:53:00.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Presence Is JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Presence is Joy, O Lord My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long to be in the courts of my Living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gaze upon Your Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To behold You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see You face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the most Beautiful in all existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be near You forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the day when the trials of fighting my selfish sin are over. And the Evil one is under Your feet forever. Oh come Lord Jesus. Come, in all Your radiance and glory. I can't wait to hug You! You are what life is all about. You are LIFE itself. :) And that makes my heart fill with joy of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You, can't wait to see You,&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SarBear&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/9124405166068004799-5588572248514557344?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5588572248514557344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=5588572248514557344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/5588572248514557344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/5588572248514557344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-presence-is-joy.html' title='Your Presence Is JOY'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-3089303139485977803</id><published>2011-01-15T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:15:41.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still, my Soul be Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Still Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Still Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM here and you are here, we are here together, just be with Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, just be still. Do not Run Sarah&lt;/span&gt;. God spoke this to me this morning... But I would not Be Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the whisper came... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still Sarah, Be Still Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my mind wanderings did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it was time to make breakfast for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all this restlessness, I was pondering what I would use for a devotional. I was thinking about a Psalm... and I was thinking about "Streams in the Desert".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go, make breakfast. Go, be faithful with making breakfast... but, when you are done, just Be Still with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Snow had come the night before and our steep driveway was not plowed. I had to call to potentially cancel. While waiting for the plow, I sat. I stilled. And I read Psalm 40 it was encouraging sweet love from God. But, not exactly fitting in my soul for the morning devotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends unexpectedly showed up even though I warned them of the hill of snow! We talked, we ate... then we read from "Streams in the Desert" for today, even though I did not know what it would be about, smiling from up above, our loving Father knew and planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And the Lord appeared unto Isaac the same n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt;." (Genesis 26:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Appeared the same night," the night on which he went to Beer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sheba&lt;/span&gt;. Do you think this revelation was an accident? Do you think the TIME of it was an accident? Do you think it could have happened on any other night as well as this? If so, you are grievously mistaken. Why did it come to Isaac in the night on which he reached Beer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sheba&lt;/span&gt;? Because that was the night on which he reached REST. In his old locality, he had been tormented. There had been a whole series of petty quarrels about the possession of paltry wells. There are no worries like LITTLE worries, particularly if there is an accumulation of them. Isaac felt this. Even after the strife was past, the place retained a disagreeable association. He deter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mined to leave. He sought change of scene. He pitched his tent away from the place of former strife. That very night the revelation came. God spoke when there was no inward storm. He could not speak when the mind was fretted; His voice demands the silence of the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oul&lt;/span&gt;. Only in the HUSH of the spirit could Isaac hear the garments of his God sweep by. His STILL night was his STARRY night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul, hast thou pondered these words, "Be still, and know"? In the hour of perturbation, thou canst not hear the answer to thy prayers. How often has the answer seemed to come long after! The heart got no response in the moment of its crying--in its thunder, its earthquake, and its fire. But when the crying ceased, when the stillness fell, when thy hand desisted from knocking on the iron gate, when the interest of OTHER lives broke the tragedy of thine own, then appeared the long-delayed reply. Thou must rest, O soul, if thou wouldst have thy heart's desire. Still the beating of thy pulse of personal care. Hide thy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pest of individual trouble behind the altar of a common tribulation and, that same night, the Lord shall appear to thee. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rainbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w shall span the place of the subsiding flood, and in thy stillness thou shall hear the everlasting music.--George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Matheson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tread in solitude thy pathway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiet heart and undismayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou shalt know things strange, mysterious,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which to thee no voice has said.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the crowd of petty hustlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grasps at vain and paltry things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou wilt see a great world rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where soft mystic music rings.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the dusty road to others,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotless keep thy soul and bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the radiant ocean's surface&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is taking flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--(From the German of V.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scholffel&lt;/span&gt;) H.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TTHjANw-uuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W6j5DUk0eds/s1600/rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TTHjANw-uuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W6j5DUk0eds/s320/rest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562476607613876962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When God speaks... When God prompts... if you Listen and Obey you will only find His goodness lingering to fill you up... He only has good in store for you. But, you must Be Still to hear the 'garments of the Lord' as He walks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-3089303139485977803?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3089303139485977803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=3089303139485977803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3089303139485977803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3089303139485977803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-my-soul-be-still.html' title='Still, my Soul be Still'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TTHjANw-uuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W6j5DUk0eds/s72-c/rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-1860925947880916978</id><published>2011-01-14T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:43:40.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Healing... the Returning</title><content type='html'>A deep wound is not far out of sight from the Heavenly Healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, as He knows your wound before you received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently beckons you to return to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently draws near, answering His promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be there when sorrows come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthens the joy root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of pain His LOVE is more than enough to see us through and change us "glory unto glory".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to the Kinsmen Redeemer, God Almighty the Shepherd King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-1860925947880916978?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1860925947880916978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=1860925947880916978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1860925947880916978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1860925947880916978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/healing-returning.html' title='the Healing... the Returning'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-2465004803091096559</id><published>2010-10-23T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:02:15.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMMU_5wvGvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gW-UvrEvQaY/s1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMMU_5wvGvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gW-UvrEvQaY/s400/home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531287855410649842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where is your home Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your greatest comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you get fed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your greatest joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you get washed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you gain understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is, my heart is in Christ. I am lost at sea until I am at home with God my Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where is your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-2465004803091096559?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2465004803091096559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=2465004803091096559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2465004803091096559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2465004803091096559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-is-your-home-sarah-where-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMMU_5wvGvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gW-UvrEvQaY/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-1982746567925471644</id><published>2010-10-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:00:11.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling for fall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMJPIlg6WJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ruvzYp_rxw/s1600/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMJPIlg6WJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ruvzYp_rxw/s400/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531070301292091538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Wind  shaking leaves on trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Dried fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; crunching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;beneath my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Autumn performs the most beautiful music ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Swirled with earthbound  fragrance of fall decay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;...&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; My heart sinks into the sun heated soil  with an over-delighted grin ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-1982746567925471644?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1982746567925471644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=1982746567925471644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1982746567925471644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1982746567925471644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/wind-shaking-leaves-on-trees-dried-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/TMJPIlg6WJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ruvzYp_rxw/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-4171146376713789370</id><published>2010-04-08T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:26:06.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I M P A C T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/S76ccDfBYyI/AAAAAAAAADs/sgAJ4mvRf-M/s1600/bouncy+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457971804205310754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/S76ccDfBYyI/AAAAAAAAADs/sgAJ4mvRf-M/s400/bouncy+ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever had something happen in your life in which your immediate response was something like: 'this changes my whole life, I'm going to live a completely different life now. . . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; duh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then three weeks later, you are even worse than before the 'life change'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 'three week' ending does not have to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are moments, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crisis's&lt;/span&gt;, tragedies, being at the right place right time's... that stir up revelations in us that don't have to die, the passion may begin to fade, but it does not have to be forgotten nor lose it's significance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all IMPACTED at some point in our life... and often more than once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where has the pressure from this IMPACT gone? It was pushing you before and now you feel left with nothing. Well... like a ball... pushed off a hill... it rolls pretty fast at the beginning however it slows down as the IMPACT of the push and the hill fades away. But the ball is still a ball and it's still meant to roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you keep rolling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to remember what pushed you off the hill in the first place. Remember the pain even if it hurts. Remember the tears. Remember why it's good now and was bad before. Remember the saving grace of Jesus that made you get on your knees to thank Him. Remember the tears that flowed the sleepless night, but waking up to a new morning. Remember, Remember, Remember the IMPACT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long to 'remember' ALL of what Christ did for me on the cross. I long to 'remember' the pain in His face, the crown on His head, the blood pouring down, the sound of the whips slashing His body, the look in His eyes still strong saying 'I love you, this is so I can live with you forever and ever'. Then to also remember the reality of His resurrection, life, a new body with no blemish, stain or bruise. Also, to know His promise, that He will return in glory, with the trumpets of angels and the light of His countenance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The IMPACT of Jesus alone should send us rolling as if going down a steep hill forever. It is so gracious of Jesus to bless to us with personal IMPACTS that remind us of His promises and what He has done. Often I find personal IMPACTS through personal failure. The Merciful Lord however always comes and sweeps up my dirty mess and cleans me up and prepares me for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time is NOW my family in Christ Jesus. Jesus is coming... how are you IMPACTING those around you?... Go roll into someone:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus has dedicated Himself to you... How do you dedicate yourself to Him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9124405166068004799-4171146376713789370?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4171146376713789370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=4171146376713789370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4171146376713789370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4171146376713789370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-m-p-c-t.html' title='I M P A C T'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/S76ccDfBYyI/AAAAAAAAADs/sgAJ4mvRf-M/s72-c/bouncy+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-7186518029454838622</id><published>2010-01-08T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:57:46.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less is more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;God is at work...and as I put off more of myself...there will more of HIM. I desire this... less of me...MORE of Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;God is at work in my life. and I am finding it strange to follow an unknown path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;I am unsure of His plans for me... except that they will be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;I am unsure of myself and only sure of what I am in Christ. my only Constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;I am unsure of any plans I could have ever made and am trying to rest assured that God knows the plan and even though I don't... goodness will be completed as God desires the goodness to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;'Jesus loves me... this I know... for the Bible tells me so... ' this i know...by this i live... it's all i surely have forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663300;"&gt;praise the Lord... 'blessed assurance, Jesus is mine'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-7186518029454838622?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7186518029454838622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=7186518029454838622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/7186518029454838622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/7186518029454838622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-is-more.html' title='less is more'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-4633365774079306593</id><published>2009-09-28T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:01:49.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America Is Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Wow America... it really is time to wake up... do you need ice water thrown at you? seriously. are you that blind. stop loving yourselves and see what's really going on in the world... in your neighborhood... right next door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-4633365774079306593?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4633365774079306593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=4633365774079306593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4633365774079306593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4633365774079306593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/america-is-sleeping.html' title='America Is Sleeping'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-3554654318139243603</id><published>2009-09-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:19:38.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>live to love, love to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SqsFAdaDMzI/AAAAAAAAADg/uiWE3U4vnPw/s1600-h/7+mea+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SqsFAdaDMzI/AAAAAAAAADg/uiWE3U4vnPw/s320/7+mea+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380399685276218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peel away the lid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are shutting out the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think outside the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is something more you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;set your heart free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love the world not just yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people need you, even if you don't know it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go next door, your neighbor would love to receive love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go across the street he sits in his porch chair watching, waiting for you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are people dying and you could be life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go be life to someone today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&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/9124405166068004799-3554654318139243603?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3554654318139243603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=3554654318139243603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3554654318139243603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3554654318139243603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-to-love-love-to-live.html' title='live to love, love to live'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SqsFAdaDMzI/AAAAAAAAADg/uiWE3U4vnPw/s72-c/7+mea+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-2944644631893904669</id><published>2009-08-31T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:36:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out from His hands...poured unending G R A C E</title><content type='html'>He did not force...&lt;br /&gt;He did not punch...&lt;br /&gt;He did not demand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you accept His free gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace would not do that, nor would His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds out His gentle hand of love and forgiveness to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not pull back...it's not a trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it.Cherish it. LOVE Him for it.&lt;br /&gt;He is better than good.&lt;br /&gt;He is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to the hand that is out stretched for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is waiting, and He cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SpyV9exXkBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KaRFmnJEvGI/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SpyV9exXkBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KaRFmnJEvGI/s320/ddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376336938638217234" 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/9124405166068004799-2944644631893904669?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2944644631893904669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=2944644631893904669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2944644631893904669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2944644631893904669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-from-his-handspoured-unending-g-r-c.html' title='out from His hands...poured unending G R A C E'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SpyV9exXkBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KaRFmnJEvGI/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-3899016308669217395</id><published>2008-12-20T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:44:18.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beggars Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SU2tapJpk_I/AAAAAAAAACc/GIBHjinL_28/s1600-h/31+fallove+aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SU2tapJpk_I/AAAAAAAAACc/GIBHjinL_28/s320/31+fallove+aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282068611209991154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at living to please You... yet I yearn to live a life worthy of You.&lt;br /&gt;It is not right to just remove ourselves from this world... we must be in it in order to make a difference... yet, sometimes the evil and sin of this world is so disgusting that I yearn to run from it all.  It is good to run from our own sin and evil that tempts us, yet we must remain in this world to serve God by serving others.  Help me then, to always love.  To always be giving and serving.  Lord give me wisdom to listen with compassion and speak the truth with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, guard my heart from judging and lead me in good understanding of Your good and perfect ways... teach me to be like You, no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray for a heart of mercy.  A servant spirit.  And Zeal for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Truth.  The Life.  And the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me ever further up and further in... always loving you and never turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Blessed Name,&lt;br /&gt; Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-3899016308669217395?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3899016308669217395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=3899016308669217395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3899016308669217395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3899016308669217395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/beggars-prayer.html' title='A Beggars Prayer'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SU2tapJpk_I/AAAAAAAAACc/GIBHjinL_28/s72-c/31+fallove+aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-2063135696537432939</id><published>2008-12-02T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:23:06.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A life Passion, Mission and Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/STXuIp5zm5I/AAAAAAAAACE/bGfQ5Qq3zUY/s1600-h/12+fall+aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/STXuIp5zm5I/AAAAAAAAACE/bGfQ5Qq3zUY/s320/12+fall+aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275384370989079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask You for a Life Passion...with You at the center and goal&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;dear Lord I desire to make You known to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray for a Life Mission&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.to serve You better with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dear Lord... I want to share Your Love with the World!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray for a Life Vision... to bring your Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord... by using the many gifts and interests and joys You have blessed me with please help me to use them for the encouragement of the 'body'.  Help me to teach others Your Love and grace and mercy... Use me to help them find the gifts You have given them and teach them to find resources in their own town to use their gifts with that they may become self-sustaining.&lt;br /&gt;Pour out from me a light... pointing to Your hope for all Your people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord...&lt;br /&gt;  Use me...&lt;br /&gt;    Send me...&lt;br /&gt;      Help me serve Your people.&lt;br /&gt;        Help me to be Your salt, light, and yeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never thought of or prayed for a life passion, mission and vision... I encourage you to seek the Lord for it... and to be open to it being changed throughout your life... for the glory of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-2063135696537432939?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2063135696537432939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=2063135696537432939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2063135696537432939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2063135696537432939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-passion-vision-and-mission.html' title='A life Passion, Mission and Vision'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/STXuIp5zm5I/AAAAAAAAACE/bGfQ5Qq3zUY/s72-c/12+fall+aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-1856548944830612420</id><published>2008-08-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:35:45.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving God...loving life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SJMRH5mpFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgAs2nAiiEQ/s1600-h/IMG_9703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SJMRH5mpFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgAs2nAiiEQ/s320/IMG_9703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229542419726931586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some of my favorite things have always been enjoying God's wonderful outdoors&lt;br /&gt;simply walking in fields of long golden grass was completely beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...&lt;br /&gt;time sped up&lt;br /&gt;days turned to hours&lt;br /&gt;hours turned to minutes&lt;br /&gt;minutes turned to seconds&lt;br /&gt;... time passed me up and I became caught up in the tragedies and disasters of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I have both joy for the Lord and a crying heart for this dying world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some people who call themselves "Christians" do not truly love you... isn't it hard enough knowing those who openly deny You?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy is found in the hope of the Lord, for salvation is being worked out this day for many new believers... there is hope for sinners (I know for I am one of them)&lt;br /&gt;if there was no hope there would be no joy&lt;br /&gt;but JOY is in the LORD... Savior of the Universe...KING over all creation&lt;br /&gt;the Lord renews joy in the morning and shows us this day how we must seek Him and share Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord...I did not look in You for joy... forgive me and teach me Your way and Your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is our supreme example of Joy amidst suffering... He who taught us laughter...also taught us the greatest sacrifice.  Joy will always be found in true love for God and His people and His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me... cast me not away from Thy presence O Lord, take not Thy Holy Spirit from me.  RESTORE UNTO ME THE JOY OF THY SALVATION"  ~Song Create in me a Clean Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-1856548944830612420?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1856548944830612420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=1856548944830612420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1856548944830612420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/1856548944830612420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/08/loving-godloving-life.html' title='loving God...loving life'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SJMRH5mpFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/sgAs2nAiiEQ/s72-c/IMG_9703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-2381739816997176405</id><published>2008-07-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:14:56.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SG2HAOG7QdI/AAAAAAAAABg/sHTXUkDtNg4/s1600-h/23+Switzerland+aaa+crop+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SG2HAOG7QdI/AAAAAAAAABg/sHTXUkDtNg4/s320/23+Switzerland+aaa+crop+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218975981049168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pages rip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life turns over to the next day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candle burns out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is there time left to tell them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where will the light come from&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats once more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will i do with my last breath&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do with the millions i had before the last&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i living for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is my life telling people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crumbs is what is left of the last piece of bread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is going to feed this generation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even though God covers over our failures...&lt;br /&gt;we must chose not to fail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people must know the absolute truth of Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;lets be going and share the Gospel as we have been given it&lt;br /&gt;God has chosen His people to share His goodnews&lt;br /&gt;and God's plans never fail...&lt;br /&gt;so Go and be brave as you go&lt;br /&gt;you will never fail with the Lord on your side&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/9124405166068004799-2381739816997176405?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2381739816997176405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=2381739816997176405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2381739816997176405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/2381739816997176405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/07/pages-rip.html' title=''/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SG2HAOG7QdI/AAAAAAAAABg/sHTXUkDtNg4/s72-c/23+Switzerland+aaa+crop+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-3358364342504850988</id><published>2008-07-02T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:04:09.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bodyguards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SGxAxHZ7jjI/AAAAAAAAABY/axNVJm1fE7s/s1600-h/23+Switzerland+aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SGxAxHZ7jjI/AAAAAAAAABY/axNVJm1fE7s/s320/23+Switzerland+aaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617280761138738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"they're like bodyguards&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;...they're always there&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;...and they're HUGE"&lt;br /&gt;I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as we hiked through the Alps of Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;we always had the weighty presence of these three HUGE mountains&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they were not seen through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;but you knew they were there&lt;br /&gt;other times the clouds ripped away to reveal these mighty&lt;br /&gt;HUGE land forms&lt;br /&gt;which God alone has the power to crash into the sea!&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/9124405166068004799-3358364342504850988?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3358364342504850988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=3358364342504850988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3358364342504850988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/3358364342504850988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/07/bodyguards.html' title='bodyguards'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SGxAxHZ7jjI/AAAAAAAAABY/axNVJm1fE7s/s72-c/23+Switzerland+aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-8905463144613511024</id><published>2008-06-11T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:55:49.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love in a ewwy gewy mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SFCgmcZCxtI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofN9-IxwUwU/s1600-h/19+National+Palace+rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SFCgmcZCxtI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofN9-IxwUwU/s320/19+National+Palace+rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210841351184369362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;as I was working the closing shift tonight at my catering job... I ended up cleaning a 30 pound pile of rice pudding mixed with broken glass, for a friend who dropped a trash bag near a dumpster...she was going to help me clean it...but never came back.  As I was cleaning it... I was thinking about how nasty it was... &lt;/span&gt;goopy&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; trash mixed with  finger slicers.. .nasty but sorta fun in a &lt;/span&gt;disgusting&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; and "dangerous" sort of way.  I said to myself first more full of spite rather kindness... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;yes Julie, I will clean up your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ewwy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; mess for you.  I will clean it ...cause I love you...and I would do more for you if you needed me to... I am always here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;."... I thought about Christ...I thought about all the crap He picks up for us...and how He doesn't say anything to us but "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;".  That's how His actions speak.  That is one way He loves.  Christ picks up a lot of our crap... and loves us far beyond all the nasty mess that we trail.  May we learn more and more to love like Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-8905463144613511024?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8905463144613511024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=8905463144613511024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/8905463144613511024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/8905463144613511024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/06/ewwy-gewy-mess.html' title='love in a ewwy gewy mess'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SFCgmcZCxtI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofN9-IxwUwU/s72-c/19+National+Palace+rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-9174309227617084286</id><published>2008-06-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:51:35.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SE9YOv8PBTI/AAAAAAAAABA/EoFHU44THQw/s1600-h/10+Seteca+jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SE9YOv8PBTI/AAAAAAAAABA/EoFHU44THQw/s320/10+Seteca+jj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210480304301475122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;there is conviction in the heart of a sinner... only a man of great courage and humility recognizes it, pleads for forgiveness, rests all hope in the LORD, and makes way for change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;... what IS this great courage and humility?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It is grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Only by the grace of God do we recognize sin and have even the tiniest bit of humility to lay it at His feet and let our lives change in His goodness and mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It may seem that "great courage" here looks weak... as if... this man is giving up... ... but that is just it... he is giving up...  he is giving up his "worldly honor" that only fades as the grass withers... he is giving up what he thought was gain... however, as he loses what he once held dear for the sake of Christ... he gains all the more delightment than he has ever known and will ever know!  Do you know how much strength that takes?  To give yourself up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;... how can you give yourself up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Free yourself...and Find yourself in Christ and gain eternal goodness in Him alone.  (Actually...we can't free ourselves...ask God to free you :b that's the whole grace factor... ;o)  Our God is mighty to save and more than ready to forgive.  Go into His wide open arms of freedom and find peace and rest.&lt;br /&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/9124405166068004799-9174309227617084286?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/9174309227617084286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=9174309227617084286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/9174309227617084286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/9174309227617084286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/06/eternal-goodness.html' title='eternal goodness'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SE9YOv8PBTI/AAAAAAAAABA/EoFHU44THQw/s72-c/10+Seteca+jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-4641556809192855589</id><published>2008-05-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:42:21.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Among the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SD7o2dcdqpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XuLtK5qeDCo/s1600-h/13+May+Solola+iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SD7o2dcdqpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XuLtK5qeDCo/s320/13+May+Solola+iii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854241601464978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ Incarnate here on earth today...through the Holy Spirit who dwells in us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."on earth as it is in heaven"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us..."... I will not leave you alone... "I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Counselor to be with you forever-- the Spirit of truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...."I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in My name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name and I will do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Gospel of John ch. 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does Christ Incarnate look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I picture that we are all like dead people.  Dead people... walking around without hope.  Christ came down from His throne, sent from the Father, and became like us.  He entered this world of death and decay and brought LIFE to those He loves.  The life He chose to live on this earth was of serving others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all.  For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many."  Mark 10:43-45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ransomed by God who became like us...in order to know us, to be with us, and to save us.  To be like Christ...we need to be near to those we are called to help.  To reach the least, lost, and last we must live with them, love them, build relationships.  Christ listened to those He helped, He asked them questions.  They were important to Him.  Christ was not just about feeding the hungry and then leaving.  No, He took time to ask personal questions and get to know the individual.  Be relational.   Be like Christ.  When Christ Ascended He left with us the Holy Spirit, who dwells in His people.  It is through the Holy Spirit blessed by the Father in Heaven that we can live holy lives, Lord teach us to be Christs' hands and feet in our day and age.  Give us a servant spirit and a heart of mercy.  In Jesus Name, AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-4641556809192855589?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4641556809192855589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=4641556809192855589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4641556809192855589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4641556809192855589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-among-dead.html' title='Life Among the Dead'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SD7o2dcdqpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XuLtK5qeDCo/s72-c/13+May+Solola+iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124405166068004799.post-4579459310639029911</id><published>2008-05-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:39:16.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first thing i learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SDzhddcdqoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xfEgTX6x9Zw/s1600-h/10+Seteca+iiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SDzhddcdqoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xfEgTX6x9Zw/s320/10+Seteca+iiiiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205283165569919618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I learned even before going to Guatemala... was that ... besides the team I was with...I was still not going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported mostly by my home church: Pilgrim OPC I went to Guatemala as a messenger of Christ's love... representing many followers of Christ.  Through prayers and financial support I received abundant blessings from many members of the house hold of God in which we are family.  Thank you for supporting Christ's mission to Guatemala...thank you for helping to "send me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 13 I wrote in my journal:&lt;br /&gt;"From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another..." John 1: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen in one way how God connects us to be a blessing through this experience already.  Your care, love, and support (both financial and especially prayer) is an overwhelming blessing to me... and (praise God) ultimately for the glory of God!  It is the Lord God that we serve and it is His work that we... WE do together.  "The body has many parts... all to be used for glorifying God!"...in unity with each other!  You have enabled me to serve God overseas...I cannot be thankful enough for you.  Oh, how I praise God for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to sharing with you what I learned about serving the Least, Lost and Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Light of the Lords countenance shine upon you and be gracious to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124405166068004799-4579459310639029911?l=sarahedickinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4579459310639029911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124405166068004799&amp;postID=4579459310639029911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4579459310639029911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124405166068004799/posts/default/4579459310639029911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahedickinson.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-thing-i-learned.html' title='the first thing i learned...'/><author><name>Heart in Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310636005469447078</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/_8wgis4u1hVA/TLs6tg53elI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K7VaXBvjVNI/S220/LIGHT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8wgis4u1hVA/SDzhddcdqoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xfEgTX6x9Zw/s72-c/10+Seteca+iiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
