<?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-23305633</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:08:13.044-07:00</updated><category term='Declarations'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of a creative creation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4133228247778003541</id><published>2009-11-18T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:56:18.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" style="" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I've been struggling with the desire to completely escape this world and ONLY be with Jesus. But I know on another level that I'm in this world for a reason. And I want to be here! The following quote really reminded me of HOW I can live in this world, but still be connected with the Lover of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a way of ordering our mental life on more than one level at once. On one level we may be thinking, discussing, seeing, calculating, meeting all the demands of external affairs. But deep within, behind the scenes, at a profounder level, we may also be in prayer and adoration, song and worship, and a gentle receptiveness to divine breathings." - Thomas Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating JUST how much I really want Jesus to be part of my life all the time. And was becoming a little frustrated with only having times with him in some portion of my life. BUT, this quote renewed the sense of hope I have that I can ALWAYS be in communion with Him. I will purpose in my heart to from this day forward always order my mental life to be interacting within this world but also to be aware of the Holy Spirit, His groanings and prayers, His grace and glory, His purpose and desires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has created me to be with Him. So I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&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/23305633-4133228247778003541?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4133228247778003541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4133228247778003541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4133228247778003541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4133228247778003541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-this-world_18.html' title='Living in this world'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-5083026295103079375</id><published>2009-11-18T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:50:25.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" style="" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a way of ordering our mental life on more than one level at once. On one level we may be thinking, discussing, seeing, calculating, meeting all the demands of external affairs. But deep within, behind the scenes, at a profounder level, we may also be in prayer and adoration, song and worship, and a gentle receptiveness to divine breathings." - Thomas Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/23305633-5083026295103079375?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/5083026295103079375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=5083026295103079375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5083026295103079375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5083026295103079375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-this-world.html' title='Living in this world'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3923080011735910283</id><published>2009-10-23T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:56:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I recently wrote a "Tip of the Day" on my whiteboard outside my room in Muir Hall that turned out to mean more than I originally purposed. As the RA of third floor, I have the opportunity to challenge the girls everyday with something. I wrote, "You don't need to be perfet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I completed the phrase, a resident walked by and said, "Oh, I get it!" I was confused and then she pointed out that I had misspelled the word "Perfect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed at the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I've been recently listening to an artist by the name of Bon Iver. He is a musician and his story is very interesting - it involves things like a band breakup, a relationship breakup,and a cabin in the woods. I encourage you to visit his myspace page to hear &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/boniver"&gt;his music and his story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His life story is pretty interesting, however, the thing that struck me most about this artist is that some of his most powerful work is EXTREMELY raw. The quality of his recording and even the quality of his voice is just - imperfect. But it's wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another artist with a similar imperfection-vibe is Damien Rice. Please look at "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YXVMCHG-Nk"&gt;The Blower's Daughter.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By these references, I certainly do not mean to belittle these musicians. On the contrary, I honor them for illustrating the power of heartfelt music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always believed that true beauty in music does not come through a perfect melody or incredibly well-crafted lyrics, but through a heart that is passionate for the sound - a sound where the message is more important than the words that carry it, the passion more important than the pitch that moves it, and the listener more important than the musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in the raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been inspired to produce excellent music, but not to worry too much about its perfection. Sometimes the most beautiful things in life are imperfet.&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/23305633-3923080011735910283?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3923080011735910283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3923080011735910283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3923080011735910283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3923080011735910283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/10/imperfet.html' title='Imperfet.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7342897585048740717</id><published>2009-09-05T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:44:38.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an RA-in-training!</title><content type='html'>RA stands for Residential Advisor. When I moved all my stuff into my single room on the third floor of Muir Hall, I kind of forgot that one day soon, all these rooms to my right and left will be FILLED with girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we only have a week before residents move in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff here at Muir Hall is pretty awesome. I'll give you a little run-down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick - Crazy curly haired man. He is tall and awkwardly really funny. He likes to mountain-bike and scare girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff - Returning RA in Muir Hall. Very nerdy (he will admit to as much) in classical ways - Star Wars, Zelda, HPV (which does not stand for what you think it does... it's Human-Powered Vehicle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaylen - A little more shy than the rest of us, but just as funny. He also enjoys the nerdy things in life and is also a musician like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi - Lovely, solid Christian girl. I am so lucky to have her as a fellow RA and friend. She and I never met before this, but it feels like we have been friends forever and will be friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All five of us get along super well together and it is SO much fun exploring the Math and Science geekiness that is inevitable in a Math and Science Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme for opening is going to be Space. And I'm stoked about it. We're going to have Mars and Venus Bathroom signs, Planetary names for each wing.... and PATRICK came up with these awesome sketches for space dinos. They're pretty epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that will be happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUIRONS UNITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7342897585048740717?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7342897585048740717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7342897585048740717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7342897585048740717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7342897585048740717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-ra-in-training.html' title='I&apos;m an RA-in-training!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3734953946989708803</id><published>2009-08-28T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:32:34.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout-Out to my Sibs</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my last night in familiar land for a while. FamiliaL, familiaR, tomato, tomato. The sibs and mom and I are taking the trip to San Luis Obispo tomorrow morn to invade the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, they’re taking me back to school. In the Suburban. Which gets nervous going over 65. Good thing we in the car like each other. 10 HOURS. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have absolutely treasured this trip home. I am so lucky to have the brothers and sister that I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan, Zachary, Noah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blasting NKOTB in Camo&lt;br /&gt; Lil’ Marky’s third nipple&lt;br /&gt; Candy at BAS-Has&lt;br /&gt; *I’m immersed in an underground Alabama Lab-R-inth*&lt;br /&gt; The Sketch Record Store (oof)&lt;br /&gt; Cabelas Fudge.&lt;br /&gt; Still Frauesssh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that’s just to name a few... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST love you guys and am SO glad you’re in my life and I’m in yours. It’s an honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Daddy for these wonderful people. Ur tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3734953946989708803?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3734953946989708803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3734953946989708803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3734953946989708803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3734953946989708803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonight-is-my-last-night-in-familiar.html' title='Shout-Out to my Sibs'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1732307830031369043</id><published>2009-08-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:24:20.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Dreams of a Melody</title><content type='html'>I've been doing hours upon hours of research on musical recording equipment! This is my wish-list that I've come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bluebird Microphone package (mic, pop filter, shock mount, cable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Soon1G5UUFI/AAAAAAAABBU/tTv7-wn_itA/s1600-h/blue+bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Soon1G5UUFI/AAAAAAAABBU/tTv7-wn_itA/s320/blue+bluebird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371149298930307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoooJPzYN9I/AAAAAAAABBc/FweOyS6Xt6w/s1600-h/bluebird+package.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoooJPzYN9I/AAAAAAAABBc/FweOyS6Xt6w/s320/bluebird+package.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371149644918699986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC Electronics Konnekt 8 Interface (Connects microphone/keyboard to computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoooxX4ujbI/AAAAAAAABBk/pjdh27-5kaE/s1600-h/tce_konnekt8_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoooxX4ujbI/AAAAAAAABBk/pjdh27-5kaE/s320/tce_konnekt8_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371150334283386290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logic Express 8 by Apple (Recording Software: a step up from Garageband on the Mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoopMRH4FhI/AAAAAAAABBs/r4_rR5lkguM/s1600-h/logicexpress8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SoopMRH4FhI/AAAAAAAABBs/r4_rR5lkguM/s320/logicexpress8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371150796324345362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One step at a time, I hope to build my recording "studio" =)  Right now, I'm just singing into my computer, recording into Garageband -which is SO much fun - but I'd like to invest in some components that will help create a better sounding, better quality song! A piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to all the musicians out there! Tell me what your favorite pieces of recording equipment are! I'd love to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, joy, and happiness&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1732307830031369043?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1732307830031369043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1732307830031369043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1732307830031369043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1732307830031369043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-of-melody.html' title='Dreams of a Melody'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Soon1G5UUFI/AAAAAAAABBU/tTv7-wn_itA/s72-c/blue+bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-979789205673100099</id><published>2009-07-27T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:02:19.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Word From God.</title><content type='html'>I was recently forwarded an excerpt from a book by A.W. Tozer. Some things stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, that current Christianity is kind of in the same boat as Judaism was when Christ came. It is comfortable and preachers know how to talk about it. But what we really need is a fresh word from God. We need leaders with eyes to see what the Spirit is doing NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Another kind of religious leader must arise among us. He must be of the old prophet type, a man who has seen visions of God and has heard a voice from the Throne. When he comes (and I pray God there will be not one but many) he will stand in flat contradiction to everything our smirking, smooth civilization holds dear. He will contradict, denounce and protest in the name of God and will earn the hatred and opposition of a large segment of Christendom. Such a man is likely to be lean, rugged, blunt-spoken and a little bit angry with the world. He will love Christ and the souls of men to the point of willingness to die for the glory of the one and the salvation of the other. But he will fear nothing that breathes with mortal breath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, that now, in order to cooperate with what Heaven is doing and what God desires so wholly to do with us, we need to have voices for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is needed desperately today is prophetic insight. Scholars can interpret the past; it takes prophets to interpret the present. Learning will enable a man to pass judgment on our yesterdays, but it requires a gift of clear seeing to pass sentence on our own day. One hundred years from now historians will know what was taking place religiously in this year of our Lord; but that will be too late for us. We should know right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full article &lt;a href="http://www.praize.com/classics/article.php?id=140"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-979789205673100099?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/979789205673100099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=979789205673100099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/979789205673100099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/979789205673100099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/fresh-word-from-god.html' title='A Fresh Word From God.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-5200497539880361913</id><published>2009-07-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:25:34.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Music, Sound, Technology</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely beside myself with hope for the future. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing that I am creatively bent to the extreme. I'm getting excited about really finding what it is I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to embrace who I am. For the longest time, I assumed that I was very linear in nature. But when it really comes down to it, I am a musician and artist and math/science is just a means to an end. Yes, math is beautiful, but what I'm really passionate about is music and people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE learning about math, physics, sound and technology and how it's all inter-connected with music. It just makes me absolutely GIDDY! I found the MUSIC section in my school library that has many fascinating titles, but one caught my eye particularly - "Music, Sound, Technology" by John M. Eargle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still want to teach math because I want to give people a good foundation to build upon when they pursue the things God has created them for. Math is critically important in helping to understand the world around us and is needed for almost everything someone pursues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm studying on my own... what a concept! Learning about music, sound, technology... and alongside that, exploring worship and writing songs. Jesus, you are just AMAZING. I don't understand how people can do life without you. I know I couldn't. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for the creative EXPLOSION that's happening in the world. Lord I pray that you would guide those that follow you to magnify you in the most effective and crazy way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I praise you for all you're doing, I love being part of this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-5200497539880361913?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/5200497539880361913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=5200497539880361913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5200497539880361913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5200497539880361913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-sound-technology.html' title='Music, Sound, Technology'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2845341059223897012</id><published>2009-07-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:23:44.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declarations'/><title type='text'>Never Put God in a Small-Box</title><content type='html'>Wow. The last few days, I've been putting God in a "small box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do I mean when I say "small box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not credited to Him the power to take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bring me alongside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is SO huge. And can do anything, bring me anywhere, align me with anyone. I will not stick to small dreams. I will not be a small person. And I will not put God in a small box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To YOU be the glory God. Forever and ever, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2845341059223897012?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2845341059223897012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2845341059223897012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2845341059223897012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2845341059223897012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-put-god-in-small-box.html' title='Never Put God in a Small-Box'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7640535452540684116</id><published>2009-07-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:44:18.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>C is for Commitment</title><content type='html'>For a long time, I think I've been operating selfishly when it comes to commitment and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4pFwyvU-I/AAAAAAAABA8/X2Xs1A4r0FY/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4pFwyvU-I/AAAAAAAABA8/X2Xs1A4r0FY/s320/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765785591272418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone invites me to do something or serve in some way, I tell them that I will think about it, pray about it, and get back to them. Then the follow-through is my weak point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO think/pray about it. Often! Yet, I have trouble committing myself to say yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies also to projects. I often begin a really sweet project and have every intention of finishing it, but then I don't. I move on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think God wants me to walk like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out why I operate like this... maybe those of you who know me will have an idea... I think it's funny that when you find something like this in yourself, often you can't see exactly why, but FOR SOME REASON, everyone else knows... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4sFLhrHtI/AAAAAAAABBE/RPsJusZaRYw/s1600-h/Illinois-gear_collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4sFLhrHtI/AAAAAAAABBE/RPsJusZaRYw/s320/Illinois-gear_collection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769074122464978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my lack of commitment is rooted in fear. Afraid to put myself in a position that I can't get out of... hmm. Or afraid that I end up doing the "wrong" thing. Or afraid that I'm not following God's will. Maybe I’m afraid of being confined to a box – unable to move about in freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example. If my friend invites me to do something on Thursday night, I don't want to for SURE say yes because, what if when it comes to that time, I don't feel like doing it? mm... it's all about moment-by-moment with me... i think that's unhealthy. It doesn't provide any consistency for my friends and other relationships. I need to be able to let my Yes be Yes and my No be No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'm just dragging people along for the ride. They are utterly and completely at my whim. If I show up, that's awesome, but they can't always DEPEND on that. Wow. It's hard to see that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is a lot deeper than just these thoughts. I will delve deep personally with God to ask him where the root is... He is the one who can truly transform me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that God wants me to finish what I've started and not be afraid to walk through doors that He has obviously opened for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4_UOo2aeI/AAAAAAAABBM/K4whXnYaJKE/s1600-h/ist2_1901986-fist-in-the-air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4_UOo2aeI/AAAAAAAABBM/K4whXnYaJKE/s320/ist2_1901986-fist-in-the-air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790223376837090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FEAR JESSICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not a primarily logical God, but it helps our human minds to wrap around something, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;logically&lt;/span&gt;, I've boiled it down to this when it comes to decisions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Discern what is the Holy Spirit and what is my flesh then listen to the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;   2. Trust the Lord that what He tells me is true&lt;br /&gt;   3. Walk in obedience and godly commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His grace - only by His grace - I will learn this lesson. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I submit myself to your process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with the Lord for a little while has told me that now, HERE comes the testing time... :D&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7640535452540684116?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7640535452540684116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7640535452540684116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7640535452540684116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7640535452540684116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/c-is-for-commitment.html' title='C is for Commitment'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl4pFwyvU-I/AAAAAAAABA8/X2Xs1A4r0FY/s72-c/DSC01048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4539760102822297980</id><published>2009-07-14T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:31:27.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Song of Joy</title><content type='html'>Slowly, Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a song that I wrote yesterday. And I can't stop smiling. I am giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love inspired creative works. They are so... INSPIRED. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to dance, pull someone in with me. This is a lovely life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to have infectious joy. I am no longer affected by my outside world because my Father has injected me with his peace. His Insurmountable joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this little snippet of a song pulls you in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl0U2KrteoI/AAAAAAAABA0/JdbE7ytcqLA/s1600-h/Bethany+2+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl0U2KrteoI/AAAAAAAABA0/JdbE7ytcqLA/s320/Bethany+2+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358462052453939842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she really&lt;br /&gt;As wonderful as the stars?&lt;br /&gt;In the beating of His heart?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can she really&lt;br /&gt;Open up her soul&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this golden dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Oh she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Oh she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Is it You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I'll be sharing this snippet to music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love, Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image credit: Grace - &lt;a href="http://awaketheheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-remember-you-today-and-all-beauty-you.html"&gt;I remember you today, the beauty you radiate...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-4539760102822297980?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4539760102822297980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4539760102822297980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4539760102822297980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4539760102822297980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/flashing-red-light-of-death.html' title='A Song of Joy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sl0U2KrteoI/AAAAAAAABA0/JdbE7ytcqLA/s72-c/Bethany+2+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7553868401337576615</id><published>2009-07-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:49:35.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Ollallie Berries!!!</title><content type='html'>This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SlKDx3vTLLI/AAAAAAAABAk/uNEI4uhYDX4/s1600-h/DSC05392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SlKDx3vTLLI/AAAAAAAABAk/uNEI4uhYDX4/s320/DSC05392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487799696108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned into &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SlOiFRUbhoI/AAAAAAAABAs/Mk2f65lizrg/s1600-h/DSC05426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SlOiFRUbhoI/AAAAAAAABAs/Mk2f65lizrg/s320/DSC05426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355802593305790082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7553868401337576615?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7553868401337576615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7553868401337576615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7553868401337576615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7553868401337576615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/ollallie-berries.html' title='Ollallie Berries!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SlKDx3vTLLI/AAAAAAAABAk/uNEI4uhYDX4/s72-c/DSC05392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6104900609896946189</id><published>2009-07-02T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:50:50.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>This should put you on the edge of your seat.</title><content type='html'>Wow. As my sister so lovingly reminded me in a comment, it's been FOREVER since I posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it tomorrow. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6104900609896946189?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6104900609896946189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6104900609896946189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6104900609896946189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6104900609896946189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-should-put-you-on-edge-of-your.html' title='This should put you on the edge of your seat.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2970316203170755919</id><published>2009-06-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:32:44.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>I am SO inspired to do something absolutely crazy and creative and epic. Beautiful for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has placed within me such a passion. I'm discovering what it is I'm truly passionate about. My ethos. He is instilling His message within me and I am discovering the desire of His heart for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to pursue the Maker. The Divine Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I go? What will I do? It's all up to Him. Show me what's next Father. I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SkE_QXdrAFI/AAAAAAAABAc/U5ChekOvRFw/s1600-h/Photo+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SkE_QXdrAFI/AAAAAAAABAc/U5ChekOvRFw/s320/Photo+244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350627382701785170" 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/23305633-2970316203170755919?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2970316203170755919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2970316203170755919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2970316203170755919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2970316203170755919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SkE_QXdrAFI/AAAAAAAABAc/U5ChekOvRFw/s72-c/Photo+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7626886214408592161</id><published>2009-06-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:57:10.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected - A Sister Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sj27yajOoEI/AAAAAAAABAM/ooZSfkfKk9A/s1600-h/jo+and+jess"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sj27yajOoEI/AAAAAAAABAM/ooZSfkfKk9A/s320/jo+and+jess" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349638407180951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Father’s day. And I love my Daddy so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. I have the inkling to write an I-Love-my-sister post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I adore you and you are absolutely worthy of a day all to yourself. I miss you and will call you tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sj29XDc4CMI/AAAAAAAABAU/3EtTr8EImso/s1600-h/DSC04666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sj29XDc4CMI/AAAAAAAABAU/3EtTr8EImso/s320/DSC04666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640136147077314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J****** E******** M*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I just watched “National Treasure.” :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me to be a better big sister and a better woman. You are so strong and beautiful. I am so delighted to be part of your life and wish we could be closer geographically!! I can’t believe it’s already gotten to the point in our lives where we have to call each other because we live in different states! That wasn’t supposed to happen in my mind until we stopped playing Pocahontas in the backyard! (I want to be Nakoma – the pretty friend who catches Pocahontas in the cornfield. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby sister and you’ll never know how much you mean to me and how excited I am to see you grow into the most marvelous sPICamore tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jourdan,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS MOVIE! It made me want to cry and laugh SO hard at the same time!! I love you wild woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auA47EcATBY"&gt;Connected&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. IS THAT NAKOMA WITH KOKOUM AT THE END!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7626886214408592161?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7626886214408592161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7626886214408592161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7626886214408592161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7626886214408592161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/connected.html' title='Connected - A Sister Story'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sj27yajOoEI/AAAAAAAABAM/ooZSfkfKk9A/s72-c/jo+and+jess' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-8381568395753712339</id><published>2009-06-15T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:55:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SINGIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sjbe--QXT8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/b3gJviDKNeE/s1600-h/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sjbe--QXT8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/b3gJviDKNeE/s320/DSC05249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706780993933250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture pretty much speaks for itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it really NEEDED a caption, it would most definitely be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PLACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; happy place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-8381568395753712339?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/8381568395753712339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=8381568395753712339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8381568395753712339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8381568395753712339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-singin.html' title='I&apos;m SINGIN!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sjbe--QXT8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/b3gJviDKNeE/s72-c/DSC05249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6824206817575265011</id><published>2009-06-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:36:09.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wordle - Surrender</title><content type='html'>As I head into summer, giddy as a pearl-ridden clam, I find myself with all these personal ambitions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sew a sundress&lt;br /&gt;- write some music&lt;br /&gt;- get involved&lt;br /&gt;- feed a deer&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I feel a little tug on my heartstrings. I can get so comfortable making my own plans.. but really, all I need to do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Si_ZR0wL3KI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eYBTY8Ie0Hw/s1600-h/SURRENDER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Si_ZR0wL3KI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eYBTY8Ie0Hw/s320/SURRENDER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730182953819298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6824206817575265011?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6824206817575265011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6824206817575265011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6824206817575265011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6824206817575265011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordle-surrender_10.html' title='Wordle - Surrender'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Si_ZR0wL3KI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eYBTY8Ie0Hw/s72-c/SURRENDER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1969687945477959092</id><published>2009-06-05T21:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:28:59.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Siq0OLhNqKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YDtvjPXtVKs/s1600-h/Park+Sunset+057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Siq0OLhNqKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YDtvjPXtVKs/s320/Park+Sunset+057-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344282063531780258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little girl cry of delight as Daddy swoops her up in his strong arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the sigh of a woman deeply in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the desire of a daughter in desperate need of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the howl of a lone wolf longing for his purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a dip in the waters of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sweet smile and timeless gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my eyes on you King. You are my warrior. I walk towards your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my one desire. The fire that burns in my soul. I am all Yours. Devoted to YOU FOREVER. YOU are my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yours I remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Credit: Hannah on &lt;a href="http://awaketheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/trust.html"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1969687945477959092?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1969687945477959092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1969687945477959092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1969687945477959092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1969687945477959092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Siq0OLhNqKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YDtvjPXtVKs/s72-c/Park+Sunset+057-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2979486099266580526</id><published>2009-06-02T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:33:41.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Kin, Mustache, and Smith - Part II</title><content type='html'>For a humorous look at the first two parts of Kin, Mustache and Smith, please refer to Part I of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday had more of a spiritual focus – go figure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church in the morning and got absolutely rocked during worship. Ha. Tried to leave early because I thought I had a lot of work to do at home.. good one. I couldn’t make myself leave! I went right back in, got on my knees and ended up crying and surrendering. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got invited to lunch by a woman in the church who had seen me dancing and wanted to talk to me about worship and get to know me more.. SO awesome! We went to a bomb Mexican restaurant with her daughter and friend Joseph. It was so great. We connected on a lot of levels. It was so nice to be with people who are familiar with the same names and places that I am familiar with through my home church!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of connection. In the car on the way to Vallarta’s (that blessed Mexican restaurant), Joseph was playing Kim Walker-Now-SMITH’s album “Here is My Song.” I was reminded how much her music has spoken to me in the past and bought it this morning. It’s rocked my world all today and reminded me how much I love Jesus and worshipping and connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, I called my mommy and cried like a baby – a big, frustrated, tired baby. It was priceless. Mom talked to me, prayed for me, and we talked through some things that have been really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding some things against God, a little angry about the way things turned out, and impatient about My desires for my life. Since then, I have been slowly letting go of my insufficient way and grabbing hold of His life. I was greatly impacted by a blogger named B.J. Hamrick. Read her post “The Test” on her website/blog &lt;a href="http://www.bjhamrick.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It pierced me and spoke to my struggle deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a funk on Monday, I did NOT want to go to Bible Study with the Sequoia girls. In fact, I DESPERATELY did not want to go. It’s no mistake that the Devil wanted to keep me down and did not want me to go fellowship with other Christians that cared about me! Unfortunately for the Devil, Bible Study is two doors down and so my feet led me to Kirsten and Julia’s room, but my heart was still very hard and unreceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how God knows exactly what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bible Study, each woman was placed in the center of the group’s attention and had her life spoken into by the wonderful girls surrounding her. We gave encouraging words, recalled wonderful memories, and listed qualities that we admired in that person. It was INCREDIBLY life-giving not only to receive but also to give. Later that night, we made simple leather bracelets (see below) to remind us of the verse that exhorts us to set our minds on heavenly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiYC1xVQbfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QTuTIuzIZGY/s1600-h/Photo+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiYC1xVQbfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QTuTIuzIZGY/s320/Photo+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342961130720488946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were pulled so much closer together and our collective love for Jesus majorly increased..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, I laugh, I love. God has blessed me SO much and I am honored to be His daughter, pleased to be his hands and feet, and so much in love with his Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you would find similar joy and peace in our Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2979486099266580526?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2979486099266580526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2979486099266580526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2979486099266580526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2979486099266580526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/kin-mustache-and-smith-part-ii.html' title='Kin, Mustache, and Smith - Part II'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiYC1xVQbfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QTuTIuzIZGY/s72-c/Photo+251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6058836463980829553</id><published>2009-06-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:33:12.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Kin, Mustache, and Smith - Part I</title><content type='html'>The name of my suave new law firm? Or the summary of an incredible week with friends and Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, if you picked the latter, you are correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a whirlwind of fun this week that I would just love to tell you about. I’ve split it up into two parts because it was so chock full of fabulous. Hunker down, grab some chocolate, and enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my favorite girls in the entire world, namely Lynda and Jourdan Meyers - my best friends and woman family members - came to visit me last Wednesday night. We pretty much crammed as much fun as is possible in a two day period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine:&lt;br /&gt;    1. Crooning with Josh Gracin&lt;br /&gt;    2. Getting jiggy with it at line-dancing on Thursday night&lt;br /&gt;    3. Waiting in LONG starbucks lines&lt;br /&gt;    4. MM! A late-night showing of X-Men: WOLVERINE at the Fremont theatre!&lt;br /&gt;    5. Watching athletic college men kicking a soccer ball and each other while sipping peppermint hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic. To put it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my wonderful other two-thirds left on Saturday morning. I was sad to see them go, but enjoyed a fabulous nap on Saturday afternoon and then a delightful second-to-last weekend in Sequoia Hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Tyler and Lauren and I had the BRILLIANT idea to grill salmon fillets for dinner on Saturday. We set down our books, skipped to village market to buy said fillets and proceeded to make the most delectable meal my taste buds have beheld yet in the backyard of Sequoia. Tyler, grill-master that he is, lemon-garlic-ed those fish to tender perfection. We boiled water over the grill (about a twenty-minute endeavor) and made some pasta which we drenched in butter, lemon, more garlic, and some of the "fish juice." I grabbed a little "color" while we were at village market - baby tomatoes to add garnish to the bland colored plate. Forget the tan COLOR, this meal was anything but bland. It was so delicious. Maybe it tasted so good because we had been drooling over it for over an hour... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; that played a part, but really, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we haven't even touched on dessert yet. Lauren and I surprised Tyler with a beautiful "bridal shower" concoction that Lauren pulled out of a maid of honor memory. It's so hard to prepare. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter strawberries but leave attached to green leaves so the flesh forms a pocket around the center. Fill with cream cheese. Drizzle with melted chocolate. Top with powdered sugar. Arrange on a pretty blue plate with blackberries interspersed within and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY did we not take a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. Honestly, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, it was an incredible meal with awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was, umm, ONE highlight of Saturday. The other could be described in words, but I feel it is better represented by a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiXsjD9v2EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vVkoMukFxzY/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiXsjD9v2EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vVkoMukFxzY/s320/DSC05020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936620048832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. I’m not sure how this was begun. I think Lauren and I were at the front desk doing something random, and we saw our awkward friend in the TV lounge and decided to dress up as cowboys to surprise him... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ondrea behind the desk offers to grab these AWESOME mustaches that we could use and I grab my stunna shades and bandanas. Earl and SkunkCatcher were gloriously born. We wow-ed Ricky with our improv skills – cattle-ranching, skunk-catching, dirty-bandit-wrestling… the adventures of Earl and Skunkcatcher are disastrously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were invited to go get mochas at Peets in Poly Canyon Village with a couple dudes from the study lounge. I think it was our outfits that got us the date. =) We gladly donned our mustaches, mounted our trusty steeds, and made the voyage. Whenst we returned, we popped in "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" with wonderful friends Maro and Alyssa and then pulled out the HENNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Could this night get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this were a read-along book, the following *ding* would be the signal to turn the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6058836463980829553?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6058836463980829553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6058836463980829553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6058836463980829553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6058836463980829553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/06/kin-mustache-and-smith-part-i.html' title='Kin, Mustache, and Smith - Part I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SiXsjD9v2EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vVkoMukFxzY/s72-c/DSC05020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2835390996464846343</id><published>2009-05-16T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:34:18.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yearning for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sg9a8LOhCyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7Hnuin3HYyQ/s1600-h/couple+holding+hands"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sg9a8LOhCyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7Hnuin3HYyQ/s320/couple+holding+hands" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336584073309653794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wanting so much to have a hand to hold, a heart to share, a companion to walk through life with... I want someone to care deeply about me.. to want to know about me. Someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what EVERYONE is really searching for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think that's what God is really searching for too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will come to my intimate chambers? Who will return the love I have shown? Who will pursue me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sometimes I get so close to truly loving.. then I freak out and things get weird.. It's like I won't let myself truly get close and love in freedom. Fear takes hold and I can't shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be easy.. when I was a child, I thought like a child. It was easy to trust... I didn't have a care in the world. But then I grew and adopted fears of my parents, of the world, of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus came to free me from my fears. He wants to get so close to me. and I am so lazy and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not good enough for him and yet he still pursues me. I do not understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am learning to open up to him more... It's a sacrifice. A surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, God, here I am. I want to trust you. So bad. I remember what it used to be like.. so in love. I will follow you back to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2835390996464846343?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2835390996464846343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2835390996464846343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2835390996464846343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2835390996464846343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/05/yearning-for-love.html' title='Yearning for Love'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sg9a8LOhCyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7Hnuin3HYyQ/s72-c/couple+holding+hands' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4845400568788432189</id><published>2009-05-10T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:35:37.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Like Sunlight Burning at Midnight..</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am experiencing a "dark night of the soul." I can still go through the motions of faith, but my heart is so broken on the inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I am in this season, and i know it is ultimately good, and I will come out of it in strength.. yet, that doesn't make it suck any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing songs that are "half-songs.." I have the sad part written, the broken part, and know there is a redemptive part too that will come as I come into redemption myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following song is where I want to get to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;By Francesca Batistelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how it is You looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And saw the person that I could be&lt;br /&gt;Awakening my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Like sunlight burning at midnight&lt;br /&gt;Making my life something so&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Mercy reaching to save me&lt;br /&gt;All that I need&lt;br /&gt;You are so&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there’s a joy inside I can’t contain&lt;br /&gt;But even perfect days can end in rain&lt;br /&gt;And though it’s pouring down&lt;br /&gt;I see You through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Shining on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come undone&lt;br /&gt;But I have just begun&lt;br /&gt;Changing by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sgd1A37i6jI/AAAAAAAAA-w/37OO0mbHWb8/s1600-h/DSC04927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sgd1A37i6jI/AAAAAAAAA-w/37OO0mbHWb8/s320/DSC04927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360941517793842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I trust you. The part that is still hanging on by a thread says, I trust you Father.. You've brought me this far. I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-4845400568788432189?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4845400568788432189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4845400568788432189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4845400568788432189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4845400568788432189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like-i-am-experiencing-dark.html' title='Like Sunlight Burning at Midnight..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Sgd1A37i6jI/AAAAAAAAA-w/37OO0mbHWb8/s72-c/DSC04927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2947672584107688763</id><published>2008-12-25T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:38:02.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SVQJvSEB9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/TRPFqNsN_Dg/s1600-h/DSC03886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SVQJvSEB9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/TRPFqNsN_Dg/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283858970719679842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectantly, with a buzzing anticipation in her bones, she touched her face to the glass.  Waiting, watching.  It was as if her life was being transformed from the inside out and she, by golly, had a front row seat.  She watched as her rotating, true body hung lifeless.  Suspended in the middle of a darkened room.  Simple and circular. “Where is the life?” She wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All at once, the head on top, in the center of the room, twitched a little.  As if in shock, Jessica touched her own head to feel it vibrating softly.  Inside the room, crystal, light-filled, green eyes snapped open and looked about.  Jessica felt her whole body begin to collapse as this other part of her came gently alive.  The Spirit-woman – beautiful, righteous, and true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come out, come out!”  The voices of many little children rang in Jessica’s ears.  She closed her eyes and faded from this world to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All fear was definitely gone and Autumn was acutely aware of the body she left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about the former things.  The old has passed.  The new has come.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lion’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come forward into the place I have called you.  My beloved, believe and see.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2947672584107688763?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2947672584107688763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2947672584107688763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2947672584107688763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2947672584107688763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/12/metamorphosis-part-i.html' title='Metamorphosis - Part I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SVQJvSEB9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/TRPFqNsN_Dg/s72-c/DSC03886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3925658822246414422</id><published>2008-11-03T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:54:06.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity</title><content type='html'>Purity of thought, purity of deed&lt;br /&gt;Lord of my heart, won’t you please rescue me?&lt;br /&gt;From this world of hate and lingering pressure to be&lt;br /&gt;Not as I wish, but as I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is only One.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is only ONE who can&lt;br /&gt;HEAL me and rake me clean &lt;br /&gt;Oh, less and less dirty substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question, and answer SET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3925658822246414422?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3925658822246414422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3925658822246414422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3925658822246414422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3925658822246414422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/11/purity.html' title='Purity'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3821311225273210473</id><published>2008-10-21T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:32:03.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all!</title><content type='html'>I am doing so well!  Friends are good, life is good, weather is GORGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 41/50 on my math midterm.. not as well as a I would have hoped, but an honorable score.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m working on 16.3 right now in the library. I just talked to my “Study Session” leader about becoming a study session leader for next quarter and it seems like that is going to be a great option for a job for me.. flexible hours, teaching experience, math... I think it will be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I first got here, on one of the first weekends, there was an evening “Java Jam” on Santa Lucia’s back lawn.  There were people performing and I wanted to join in, so I grabbed my guitar and signed up for one of the slots.  I asked that God would change the atmosphere through me and that people would see the light in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I received an e-mail asking me to play for another open mic event for the halls this weekend!  I replied that I would love to, and so, I will be doing that on Friday evening!  Please pray that it would not be about me, but that the people listening would be radically touched by God. mm. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys so much and CANNOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS!!! WHOO HOOOO!  It’s only like 8 weeks away until I’ll be home!  I should start a countdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooooohH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks and 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3821311225273210473?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3821311225273210473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3821311225273210473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3821311225273210473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3821311225273210473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-8170084346122565007</id><published>2008-10-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:27:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness and In Health</title><content type='html'>I think I’m getting sick.. beginnings of a sore throat.. bummer!  I’m trying to adjust my sleeping patterns and begin to live more healthily with regards to what I eat and the activities I do (more exercise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each of you as my witness, I am committed to getting to bed before 11:00 every night and waking up early to have some intense alone time in the morning before I start my day.  I will choose to eat more fruits and veggies and eat only when I’m hungry.  I will take better care of my body and exercise more frequently (e.g. take walks, bike rides, hikes, runs and stretch more).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I’m doing this physical overhaul, I’m really showing on the outside what’s happening on the inside.  God is taking me through this rigorous process of cleaning me out.  Praise you Jesus.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s teaching me SO much about love, life, happiness, trust, focus, spirit, truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I have the strength to take all this instruction and learn it with every fiber of my being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on my mind (since you got physical, and spiritual, let’s throw an emotional in there :)  I have a ticket home and back for Christmas break!  I was SOOOOO excited to see that beautiful itinerary.  I’m already getting so pumped to come home and be with you in the lovely Tri-Cities winter.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s October and feels like May here.  : )  Pumpkins, scarves, hot chai tea lattes??? Where art thou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my spark back.  I want to be so passionate about life.  I’m on the track back into physical, spiritual, and emotional health, but it’s a CONSTANT battle, so your prayers and thoughts are much appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-8170084346122565007?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/8170084346122565007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=8170084346122565007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8170084346122565007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8170084346122565007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness and In Health'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-758782477290762216</id><published>2008-09-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:29:39.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye!</title><content type='html'>I love you guys... sorry I haven't been blogging much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way out of the Tri-Cities for a while.  I'll be going to California with my mom and sister on Monday morning this next week!  Cal Poly here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking a two math classes and a physics class and an "Orientation to the Math Major" class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, I'm switching to a Math major! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I be pursuing architecture as the career of my dreams, but will now be taking tons of math classes to hopefully become a math teacher.  I've always loved math and loved teaching and.. teaching math.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This change is totally God and I feel incredible peace about the decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, linear algebra, new friends, and living on my own... all new experiences.  Happening within the next couple of weeks!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for your support and love.  You mean the world to me.  God bless each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-758782477290762216?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/758782477290762216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=758782477290762216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/758782477290762216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/758782477290762216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/09/bye.html' title='Bye!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6615461584961963920</id><published>2008-06-25T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:28:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender... What does that mean?</title><content type='html'>All to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, every part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my dreams, all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does surrender look like?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humble&lt;/span&gt;, given over to God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfless&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the automatic outflow of asking God to take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, you gave everything, now I, Father, give you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord bless people I meet today.  Let them receive a God-touch just by breathing the same air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. worship music is so powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/32383/Surrender" &lt;br /&gt;   title="Wordle: Surrender"&gt;&lt;img&lt;br /&gt;   src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/32383/Surrender"&lt;br /&gt;   style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&lt;br /&gt;   &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6615461584961963920?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6615461584961963920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6615461584961963920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6615461584961963920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6615461584961963920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/06/surrender-what-does-that-mean.html' title='Surrender... What does that mean?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2914313622642637539</id><published>2008-05-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:29:40.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokenness</title><content type='html'>Father, bring me to a state of brokenness.  I am so full of myself sometimes.  Almost all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you and you alone are deserving of praise.  Not I, not anyone on this earth can comprehend your vast greatness and mercy.  You loved me first.  I can't believe you could love me like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pieces from an excerpt out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real FamilyLife &lt;/span&gt;magazine (Nov. 1997) have hugely convicted me of my desperate need for brokenness and repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty of Brokenness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people look down on others.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people esteem all others better than self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people have an independent, self-sufficient spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people have a dependent spirit and recognize the need for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people need to maintain control: must be my way.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people surrender control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people have to prove that they are right.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people are willing to yield the right to be right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people have a desire to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people have the desire to be faithful to make others a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people feel confident in how much they know.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people are humbled by how much they have to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people are self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Broken people are not concerned with self at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people are concerned with being "respectable"&lt;br /&gt;Broken people are concerned with being real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people are concerned about what others think&lt;br /&gt;Broken people know that all that matters is what God knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud people compare themselves with others and feel deserving of honor. &lt;br /&gt;Broken people compare themselves to the holiness of God and feel desperate need for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one is incredibly convicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is SO big.  He is so LOVE.  Let him deal with your pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are entering a rapidly-moving, humility-requiring, intense spiritual era on this earth.  The ball is rolling, but we need to make sure our hearts are clean and ready to move with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion, Jesus, has awakened my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2914313622642637539?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2914313622642637539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2914313622642637539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2914313622642637539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2914313622642637539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/05/brokenness.html' title='Brokenness'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-5958145685748333521</id><published>2008-05-09T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:31:14.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power, Love, Sound Mind</title><content type='html'>"Gone are the days of timidity.  From this day forward you will walk in boldness."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynda Meyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; speaking over me this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SCSKJrC-eUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/myHuVQtDKHE/s1600-h/braveheart460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SCSKJrC-eUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/myHuVQtDKHE/s320/braveheart460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198431768671058242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not given us a spirit of fear.  God has not given us a spirit of fear.  But He has given unto us a spirit of power, a spirit of love, and of sound mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power, Love, Sound Mind is MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierceness return.  This is my spirit-cry.  My El-Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completes my walk, makes me pure, beautiful, glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father, for this season.  You've grown me so much.  It's not over yet.  But I choose this day to end the madness.  The lies of the enemy will permeate my mind no longer.  He has been defeated.  Christ's love well up in me.  Thank you for giving me vision.  God, you are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a new understanding of your supremity.  Your arm is so far-reaching.  Beyond time and space.  You are motion unveiled.  Freedom ignited.  Falsity expelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I let go of my pride, my need to get things done, my need for approval.  I lay these things down and accept into my heart the words you speak over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me as your own.  Your bride.  Your beautiful one.  I have been called to free the prisoners, cry into the darkness and call forth those who are not yet as though they are.  Open my eyes and ears father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-5958145685748333521?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/5958145685748333521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=5958145685748333521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5958145685748333521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5958145685748333521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-love-sound-mind.html' title='Power, Love, Sound Mind'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SCSKJrC-eUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/myHuVQtDKHE/s72-c/braveheart460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-461672172514359749</id><published>2008-04-13T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:56:56.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALV1Rpm35I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xegA05Ecg5M/s1600-h/DSC01950_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALV1Rpm35I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xegA05Ecg5M/s320/DSC01950_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944831931932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALT9xpm33I/AAAAAAAAAok/8g9KBx4rDSw/s1600-h/DSC02024_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALT9xpm33I/AAAAAAAAAok/8g9KBx4rDSw/s320/DSC02024_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188942778937565042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALT9hpm32I/AAAAAAAAAoc/lCju6GZdxMY/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALT9hpm32I/AAAAAAAAAoc/lCju6GZdxMY/s320/DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188942774642597730" 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/23305633-461672172514359749?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/461672172514359749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=461672172514359749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/461672172514359749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/461672172514359749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-flowers.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/SALV1Rpm35I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xegA05Ecg5M/s72-c/DSC01950_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-9169866329375021834</id><published>2008-04-01T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:53:00.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Birds and the Bees... awkward?  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7-8FHmOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IjwYFB_JP5s/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7-8FHmOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IjwYFB_JP5s/s320/DSC01822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184412811010742498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_cFHmPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sOG6FUytv_g/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_cFHmPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sOG6FUytv_g/s320/DSC01824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184412819600677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating a photo and music project for a graduation requirement.  I love pictures and I love melodies... so together, this should be pretty sweet.  Add a taste of the divine into the picture, and I'm pretty sure it's a winning combination. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_8FHmRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wuGRriurk9Q/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_8FHmRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wuGRriurk9Q/s320/DSC01845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184412828190611730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking picture of the myriad of bees that have invited themselves over to our cherry tree block party.  I asked God to take the pictures.  He made them great!  His creation, His photo... it just makes sense.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_sFHmQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ofdp01eNCWo/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7_sFHmQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ofdp01eNCWo/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184412823895644418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's invite God into everything we do.  He can make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infinitely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more meaningful and beautiful.  It's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-9169866329375021834?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/9169866329375021834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=9169866329375021834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/9169866329375021834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/9169866329375021834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/04/birds-and-bees-awkward.html' title='Birds and the Bees... awkward?  :)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R_K7-8FHmOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IjwYFB_JP5s/s72-c/DSC01822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1207114518578127316</id><published>2008-03-27T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:29:29.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture the Moment</title><content type='html'>I've just had two beautiful reminders of how sweet "time" is.  First, Jenna posted this video that made me want to cry.  It is so funny and so vulnerable and so capturing.  I love these friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxrSRzyC1tA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxrSRzyC1tA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me ache because I feel like I haven't engaged in a while.  It inspired me to really become part of this beautiful weave.  God has put us each in each other's lives for a reason.  I don't want to miss out on what He has purposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went over to Hannah's blog and she writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;A while back I read on &lt;a href="http://aholyexperience.com/2006/11/gift-list-thousand-things.html"&gt;Ann's blog&lt;/a&gt; about blessings. I have been thinking on how little time I have left in this season of my life. Who knows what will happen after those six months I am gone... Things will never again be as they are now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;So I want to remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;I want to praise Him for who He is to me. In this moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;For the gifts of His love that surround me. For these precious few days I have left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;I will praise His beauty in the now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;God, awaken the eyes of my heart to see the beauty, the good, the pure, the lovely, and the right. I will see You. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;"Those who look to Him are radiant, their faces are never covered with shame." Psalm 34:5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to capture these moments I have here.  Every breath is so precious. I feel like I've just been drolling day to day.  I hate that.  That's not what life is.  Life is grasping the moment.  Throwing your heart into the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jenna is leaving in less than a week for Australia. My best friend Hannah will be going to Switzerland in a few months. My buddy Nick is leaving for Germany in 3 months. I am going to Sweden in 3 and then California! What? That's really happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like all of this is real. But it is! I have absolutely CHERISHED these times with these friends. Oh my goodness, Lord, let me not take them for granted. Every moment I can spend with them is SO precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, get me out of my little box.  I want my heart to be free to love, free to be who I am in You.  I am beautiful and I want to offer this beauty to my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me be a radiant smile, a caring hug, a kind word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jesus.  You make me worthy of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you friends.  I hope you know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1207114518578127316?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1207114518578127316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1207114518578127316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1207114518578127316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1207114518578127316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-just-had-two-beautiful-reminders-of.html' title='Capture the Moment'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-8722451696613237551</id><published>2008-03-12T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:28:30.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R9fz0UPSm9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WXZajRD73Mc/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R9fz0UPSm9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WXZajRD73Mc/s320/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176874376797264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning the value of completely relying on Jesus, and on His sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning the truth of "I can do nothing to earn or un-earn His love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blossoming from my cocoon into the butterfly I am meant to be.  It is messy and birth-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jason Thompson for speaking on Sunday... you really spoke words from God's heart that I needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dawn for speaking truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom for confirming the butterfly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for bringing me through this time, as hard as it's been.  I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-8722451696613237551?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/8722451696613237551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=8722451696613237551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8722451696613237551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8722451696613237551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R9fz0UPSm9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WXZajRD73Mc/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1208546974719513572</id><published>2008-02-29T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:28:07.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Tagged - 123 Meme!</title><content type='html'>Ha ha... unbelievable.  It's my political science book.  Get ready to jump into the world of international relations... yeeeaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules to the game:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;2. Find page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the first 5 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next 3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I pick up the book, I am going to trust that God will bring out of this something good.  I love you Jesus, no matter what... even if it's ridiculous!!!  Actually, especially if it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Olympic champions step atop the ceremonial stand to receive their gold medal, their country's flag is raised and its national anthem is played.  Furthermore, states are the most powerful of all political actors.  Some huge companies approach or even exceed the wealth of some poorer countries, but no individual, company, group, or international organization has anywhere near the coercive power wielded by most states."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States are the political identity for most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's metaphor-ize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, when we "press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called [us] heavenward" our "identity" is in Christ Jesus.  He is the most powerful state and our high priest. Nothing, no principality, no darkness, can ever separate us from the love of God.  His power is the biggest out there.  None can compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R8je2xvA3rI/AAAAAAAAAns/X3C-AiP_0Io/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R8je2xvA3rI/AAAAAAAAAns/X3C-AiP_0Io/s320/Jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172629204679843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just want to fall in love with Jesus.  He is soo good.  Soooo beautiful.  What a man. What a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to your friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tag &lt;a href="http://followinhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jourdan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elyon444.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily C.&lt;/a&gt;, and then the rest of the people I would tag have already been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1208546974719513572?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1208546974719513572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1208546974719513572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1208546974719513572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1208546974719513572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-123-meme.html' title='Tagged - 123 Meme!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R8je2xvA3rI/AAAAAAAAAns/X3C-AiP_0Io/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1714094957652149913</id><published>2008-02-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:27:31.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Jessica: Looking forward!</title><content type='html'>I am 18 years old, and  God has blessed me beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous birthday!  I don't have school on Fridays, so this birthday was DIVINE.  I devoted the entire day to NO homework, and did what I wanted to do THE WHOLE DAY.  It was fabulous.  I got my nails done, had lunch with my sister at Southridge, got color in my hair and chopped it off, then had the most amazing get-together of friends.  I am in relationship with the most wonderful people.  You know who you are, and thank you for being part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I took a trip to California last weekend to visit my future school.  I've been accepted into the architecture program at Cal Poly University in San Luis Obispo.  Starting in the Fall, I will be studying my little heart out in the beautiful hills of San Luis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found on my trip FAR exceeded my hopes and dreams.  It was as if God hand-picked this area for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or hand-picked me for this area... :)  I'm up for both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really put me at peace to be able to have a picture to go along with what I expected.  Spending 3 or 4 days there was exactly what I needed, and I have to say, I cannot wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me about the weather down there, and... it was gorgeous!  It rained a couple days in the morning, but then around 10:00 AM, the clouds parted and revealed a stunning blue-sky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole geography of the place is astounding.  The hills are stunning, completely beckoning me to climb them!  The ocean was gorgeous.  The campus was Perfect.  I am so pleased to call Cal Poly my future home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that blew me away was the unbelievable kindness of every single person we met.  There was not an unsatisfied face among them!  Every person we talked to flippin' raved about the school and the town.  My parents and I couldn't be happier.  The people were great, the food was great, the shopping is great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God set up a few divine appointments during our trip. One was to meet a pretty (inside and out) Christian 5th year architecture student at the place we were staying.  We talked about faith, doing what you're created to do, and bringing that into your design.  She welcomed my parents and I to check out her design lab.  Wow.  It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to be out on my own: to explore for myself, create an identity for Jesus to shine through, find new places, meet new people.  I'm giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has supported me, loved me, protected me, and cherished me throughout the years!  Words cannot express my gratitude.  You propel me forward and I go with you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings upon blessings for you and your house,&lt;br /&gt;Love - Jessica &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1714094957652149913?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1714094957652149913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1714094957652149913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1714094957652149913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1714094957652149913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/02/jessica-looking-forward.html' title='Jessica: Looking forward!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2249341620213508492</id><published>2008-01-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:23:13.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Character Counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote this essay for a scholarship opportunity through the Grand Canyon State Games.  Just thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to not write about God, but I think the truth of these statements are as much a testimony to His character as actually mentioning His name would be.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chevrolet and Character – Like a Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Character, in the long run, is the decisive factor in the life of an individual and of nations alike." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—    Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the same way that a building cannot stand without a proper foundation, so a person cannot stand without a foundation of good character. Integrity, honesty, and trustworthiness are just a few of the many values that demonstrate good character.  These qualities are crucial to building strong relationships, enhancing a person’s inherent gifting, and exuding a personality that encourages others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Building a relationship is like building a house.  The foundation is the most vital step.  The following is an account regarding two men who built new houses: one built his on a foundation of sand, the other on rock.  When the storm raged and the rain came down, the house of sand crumbled, but the house built on the rock stood firm.  A peaceful relationship is based on elements of good character – integrity, honesty, and trustworthiness - so that when conflicts arise, the establishment stands unshaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As humans, we are constantly faced with decisions that demand a response.  Our character provides a basis for us to act upon.  For example, as a boy is running in the park, the woman listening to her headphones in front of him unknowingly drops a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket.  In this moment, the young man has a choice to make.  Will he operate out of deception and greed and keep the bill, or will he choose to employ honesty and trustworthiness as the agents of his action?  In this way, our core values directly influence and guide our behavior. Just as an apple tree cannot produce oranges, a person’s “fruit” is telling of the inner character of that person.  Every moment, we have the opportunity to determine what kind of fruit will accompany our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A person’s “gifting” is what he or she uniquely has to offer the world.  This gifting can be powerful, but without character, it can be dangerous.  Many a leader has fallen to deception, dishonesty, or selfish ambition as a result of the intoxication of power.  Like a kite tethered by a string, so a man’s gifting must be held taut by the qualities of good character within that man.  Only then can he fly with strength and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As ambassadors for the world, we must be grounded in truth and right character. We must make a habit of doing right things right in every area of our lives: in the workplace, in our interpersonal relationships, and in our own personal lives.  This world needs a people who will walk with integrity in relationships and in their gifting through every moment of choice.  Like a foundation, like a kite-string, like a rock – character provides the roots necessary for this sort of life to thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R56pbXMPicI/AAAAAAAAAnk/St8kSkmeAgU/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R56pbXMPicI/AAAAAAAAAnk/St8kSkmeAgU/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160748510560094658" 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/23305633-2249341620213508492?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2249341620213508492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2249341620213508492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2249341620213508492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2249341620213508492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/01/character-counts.html' title='Character Counts'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R56pbXMPicI/AAAAAAAAAnk/St8kSkmeAgU/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6261671968214198897</id><published>2008-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:09:24.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R5rObnMPibI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iBKjmv6bm5A/s1600-h/Ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R5rObnMPibI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iBKjmv6bm5A/s320/Ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159663296878447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wildly submissive and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;love-centered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Radically set apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for His purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Infinitely focused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;on His identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Eternally intent upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;His Ways and Precepts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Forever enthralled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the One who has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6261671968214198897?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6261671968214198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6261671968214198897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6261671968214198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6261671968214198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-in.html' title='All In All'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R5rObnMPibI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iBKjmv6bm5A/s72-c/Ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2742121456209324137</id><published>2008-01-19T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:54:29.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Chuck and Huck</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjYv2YW6azE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjYv2YW6azE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my face off.  This is hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just registered to vote in the Washington Primaries on the 19th!  WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE MIKE HUCKABEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2742121456209324137?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2742121456209324137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2742121456209324137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2742121456209324137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2742121456209324137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/01/chuck-and-huck.html' title='Chuck and Huck'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6233164526190020643</id><published>2008-01-04T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:02:59.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Input and Output</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R4kcBM26MWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xvJu7BijTzI/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R4kcBM26MWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xvJu7BijTzI/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154682055459221858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Through this time of fasting and praying, I've been recognizing this mandate to only put into my eyes, mouth, spirit, mind what is pure and good.  What I put into my system is crucial. It's like worshiping the Father.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honor him by not only what comes out of our person but what goes into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely believe that our bodies, souls, spirits are intrinsically linked - that every single thing we put in through our physical senses, emotional senses, and spiritual senses have a profound effect on the other parts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who, when she enters into a dark spiritual atmosphere, her stomach hurts and she feels sick.  Now, how could this transfer - from spiritual reality to physical reality - take place if the mind, body, and spirit were not wholly connected with the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands us to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and with all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and with all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and with all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"  - Mark 12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing that we, as Christians, are an example for those around us.  I've been convicted lately of what other people see in me. I want them them to see the beauty in me... the God in me.  As a Jesus-representative, I want to eliminate those things in me that cloud over people's perception of who Christ is.  I want to be a clear reflection of His Majesty and Love.  He's so good, and so big, and I don't want to get in the way.  I want to cooperate with Heaven.  In all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy, and I choose to honor you by only putting into my system things that will bless you and then allow me to function as your extension on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for the revelation,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6233164526190020643?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6233164526190020643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6233164526190020643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6233164526190020643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6233164526190020643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2008/01/input-and-output.html' title='Input and Output'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R4kcBM26MWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xvJu7BijTzI/s72-c/DSC00386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1149174864174324001</id><published>2007-12-14T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:24:38.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Update number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MAU826MRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5jfnoHEqy7w/s1600-h/jell-o-strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MAU826MRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5jfnoHEqy7w/s320/jell-o-strawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143955559321055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently restricted to a diet of pudding, jell-o, rainbow sherbet, and hydro-codone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:  Tonsillectomy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 12-12-07, I went under the knife. Everything went very well - it was only a 45-minute surgery - and I came home that first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my best friends and her fiance came over and we watched movies.  They brought pizza and I ate soup.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing pretty well today... the pain meds are helping a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MENs26MSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/f4mYH6m1SKo/s1600-h/4567175_architecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MENs26MSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/f4mYH6m1SKo/s320/4567175_architecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143959832813515042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been accepted into the architecture program at California Polytechnic University!  I'll be moving next fall to San Luis Obispo where I'll reside for five or six years working on my Bachelors in Architecture degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am EXTREMELY excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update number 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2ME3826MTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ja4_jfccsO0/s1600-h/august+rush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2ME3826MTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ja4_jfccsO0/s320/august+rush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143960558662988082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got my tonsils out, my sister and I went  to see "August Rush"... It was a fabulous movie.  I definitely recommend it!  It was all about music and connection... great, great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update number 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MFjM26MUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gYxfJ36fonw/s1600-h/presents_cp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MFjM26MUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gYxfJ36fonw/s320/presents_cp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143961301692330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished with my Christmas shopping!  I really like Christmas shopping, so I'm sad that it's over, but I still get to wrap and make cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update number 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MGJs26MVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/947BBWNuG3U/s1600-h/g-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MGJs26MVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/947BBWNuG3U/s320/g-girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143961963117293906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially love Gilmore Girls!  My daddy totally fell in love with the show too.  He just went out and bought all seven seasons to bless his women.  Stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;That's the new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1149174864174324001?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1149174864174324001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1149174864174324001' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1149174864174324001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1149174864174324001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/12/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/R2MAU826MRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5jfnoHEqy7w/s72-c/jell-o-strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4572599859516126313</id><published>2007-10-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:23:42.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffTjlRZoI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LYD_y9C-QEU/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffTjlRZoI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LYD_y9C-QEU/s320/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127312227846678146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffUTlRZpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ar9IS1ChMHw/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffUTlRZpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ar9IS1ChMHw/s320/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127312240731580050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffVDlRZqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Wd0WppiAQkg/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffVDlRZqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Wd0WppiAQkg/s320/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127312253616481954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfeszlRZkI/AAAAAAAAAko/U8zCC33F8GI/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfeszlRZkI/AAAAAAAAAko/U8zCC33F8GI/s320/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127311562126747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfetTlRZlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qfW4WKWvOXs/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfetTlRZlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qfW4WKWvOXs/s320/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127311570716681810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfetzlRZmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cRTco92BX4A/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfetzlRZmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cRTco92BX4A/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127311579306616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfeuTlRZnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Im0u9z-T_Pw/s1600-h/DSC01027-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfeuTlRZnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Im0u9z-T_Pw/s320/DSC01027-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127311587896551026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Ryfd7jlRZjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ViU6d3_FvMk/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Ryfd7jlRZjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ViU6d3_FvMk/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127310716018189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfbNjlRZfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FluNqH6Vm1s/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfbPjlRZhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aC57OU6ALQQ/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfbPjlRZhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aC57OU6ALQQ/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfbQDlRZiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/U7HlczayFsU/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyfbQDlRZiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/U7HlczayFsU/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-4572599859516126313?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4572599859516126313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4572599859516126313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4572599859516126313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4572599859516126313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RyffTjlRZoI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LYD_y9C-QEU/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2636601030961843616</id><published>2007-10-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:23:25.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Price of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rw7k5agZBRI/AAAAAAAAALg/eYMJwz8Ip-Q/s1600-h/nickel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rw7k5agZBRI/AAAAAAAAALg/eYMJwz8Ip-Q/s320/nickel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120281501385688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today, I was driving from Pasco towards Kennewick.  I was still deciding whether or not to go home for food, when God prompted me to get off at Court Street.  I received a Holy Spirit inkling to get food at the red roofed building to my right.  It happened to be a Carl's Junior.  I was wondering how I would pay for my food, so I got out my wallet thinking God might have divinely provided some money.  :) I thought maybe I would have enough change to buy something small.  I rifled through my change and my only silver pieces were four dimes and one nickel.  I left open the possibility that someone might pay for me, or I would just use my debit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I walked in the Exxon/Carl's Junior and had an friendly interaction with an older man.  He was probably in his mid-50s and looked a bit walled off.    I told him to please go before me because I wasn't sure what I was going to order yet.  So he did, and as he was paying, he needed a nickel.  He started searching for a nickel, and I piped up, "I've got a nickel."  He gave the cashier a quarter he had just found, but turned and looked at me and said something like, "That's the nicest thing somebody has done for me in a long time," and the cashier said, "Yes, that was sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nickel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I went out to my car with my food, the man was just leaving and asked if I lived in Pasco.  I looked a bit puzzled and he reassured me he was not trying to pick me up... :)  I told him no, I didn't.  He continued... "Oh, I was going to say, if you lived in Pasco, I would give you a chance."  I didn't understand, so I told him that.  He further explained, "I'm an electricity guy, I'd give you a chance to pay before I shut your power off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in awe that such a simple act of kindness would illicit such a response.  It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's kingdom works that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus healed people, inside and out, and they pledged their lives to His cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wallace freed people, inside and out, and they willingly followed him - even unto death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a word, just a hug, just a nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people's lives can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the God we serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2636601030961843616?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2636601030961843616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2636601030961843616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2636601030961843616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2636601030961843616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/10/price-of-kindness.html' title='The Price of Kindness'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rw7k5agZBRI/AAAAAAAAALg/eYMJwz8Ip-Q/s72-c/nickel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1324186218371994976</id><published>2007-10-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:22:56.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHA6gZBHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4GRjAJSMAKQ/s1600-h/daisy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHA6gZBHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4GRjAJSMAKQ/s320/daisy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116941313909523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy comes&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rises with the sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shane and Shane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a redemption song.  My heart just cries, laughs - comes alive - when this song plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's talking about a girl who can't believe the King would want to see her form or hear her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHAqgZBGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KLc-PNt3jeY/s1600-h/cute+dress+and+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHAqgZBGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KLc-PNt3jeY/s320/cute+dress+and+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116941309614556258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your voice is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Your form is lovely!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just breaks for the women of this earth who don't see their value - their priceless worth.  Woman is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHA6gZBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/rB6E-6w6mkg/s1600-h/dance+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHA6gZBII/AAAAAAAAAJY/rB6E-6w6mkg/s320/dance+on+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116941313909523586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This revelation makes me want to battle for and with women.  Stand side by side, and approach the throne with boldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHBKgZBJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iXyyILtNA0g/s1600-h/hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHBKgZBJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iXyyILtNA0g/s320/hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116941318204490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy has taken so much... drawn a curtain of grey and dreary over the lives of so many women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry out the truth that denounces the lies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are BEAUTIFUL!  Your Father is good and He loves you with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt; passionate love.  Nothing can separate you from the love of your Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHBKgZBKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IohpaBSnj64/s1600-h/free....png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHBKgZBKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IohpaBSnj64/s320/free....png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116941318204490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are made in His image.  You reflect His goodness, mercy, mystery, freedom, beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, increase my heart for women.  I just want to serve you, Dad.  You know my heart and the hearts of each woman I encounter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, give me wisdom, your words, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-1324186218371994976?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1324186218371994976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1324186218371994976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1324186218371994976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1324186218371994976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RwMHA6gZBHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4GRjAJSMAKQ/s72-c/daisy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6809316992004286912</id><published>2007-08-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:21:33.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Man - Woman: POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rtb3rziKS3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0a-B9Cs7yps/s1600-h/hands+touching.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rtb3rziKS3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0a-B9Cs7yps/s320/hands+touching.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104539559610960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's my other half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're like two puzzle-pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We complete eachother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear these phrases often when two people are in love.  They feel more complete - like what seemed to be missing is now present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it feels this way because men and women have different roles to play and they each speak of different characteristics of God, the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God set it up this way for a purpose... that this completion of person speaks of a universal truth.  God started it in the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:27 - "So God created man in his own image,&lt;br /&gt;    in the image of God he created him;&lt;br /&gt;    male and female he created them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He created male and female each &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in His image&lt;/span&gt;.  Aspects of GOD portrayed in each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women each embody different facets of God's character.   Then, when a man and a woman come together as one, a more complete picture of the Creator is displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man brings strength, wisdom, and leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman represents beauty, mystery, tenderness, mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have yet to personally experience it, because I know God, I can say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Power of Intimacy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man and Woman - each reflecting God's image - come together as one.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This united team is unstoppable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rtb3gziKS2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jmwwC91pdQY/s1600-h/wedding+kiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rtb3gziKS2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jmwwC91pdQY/s320/wedding+kiss.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104539370632399714" 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/23305633-6809316992004286912?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6809316992004286912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6809316992004286912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6809316992004286912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6809316992004286912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-woman-power.html' title='Man - Woman: POWER'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rtb3rziKS3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0a-B9Cs7yps/s72-c/hands+touching.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4814202872312646243</id><published>2007-07-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:21:15.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Worship from the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIeHpCRI7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/3khjuAeF7bM/s1600-h/heartbeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIeHpCRI7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/3khjuAeF7bM/s320/heartbeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098670844760105906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is an expression of unadulterated passion. It is a purposed recognition of His splendor and majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is desire - expressed through sound and movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is a heart attitude - one that is humble, desperate, grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIa0pCRI3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRanex8GdPc/s1600-h/worshipful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIa0pCRI3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRanex8GdPc/s320/worshipful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098667219807708018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a way we love on our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We glorify his name, acknowledge His sovereignty, and rest in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release of sound.  Cooperation with heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed atmosphere inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIZ35CRI1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fFOKOYb40qo/s1600-h/prayer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIZ35CRI1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fFOKOYb40qo/s320/prayer+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098666176130655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is what links us with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tears and laughter - a bubbling overflow of a spirit fully alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIZ35CRI2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ft6pTsVUJXU/s1600-h/want+you+to+come.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIZ35CRI2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ft6pTsVUJXU/s320/want+you+to+come.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098666176130655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a laying down of burdens... a casting of cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIdgpCRI6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/a9MXUyLgIdc/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIdgpCRI6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/a9MXUyLgIdc/s320/dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098670174745207714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the essence of joy and love and peace - entwined together in an unstoppable combination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is an expression of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-4814202872312646243?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4814202872312646243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4814202872312646243' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4814202872312646243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4814202872312646243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/07/worship.html' title='Worship from the Heart'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RsIeHpCRI7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/3khjuAeF7bM/s72-c/heartbeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3877255796541426762</id><published>2007-07-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:33:19.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Awaken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dU4tROlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9IRIj8qNbUU/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dU4tROlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9IRIj8qNbUU/s200/bicycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088959086097152594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFItROiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/laDFqGEnH_o/s1600-h/100_5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tPO86Gs5MN4/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951123227785778" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tPO86Gs5MN4/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg" style="'width:75pt;height:75pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Jessica\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tPO86Gs5MN4/s200/bicycle.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just let my heart be alive -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me be living deep, deep on the inside."&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are the words to a Misty Edwards so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ng that perfectly encompasses this breakthrough I've been feeling needs to happen in my heart. I feel like I've been &lt;i&gt;taking&lt;/i&gt; and selfish, but I want to &lt;i&gt;give &lt;/i&gt;of my whole heart - selflessly. For me to be i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;n a place where I can give, I need to be able to offer something. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel like I have nothing... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's where Jesus comes in. :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;His love has set me free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, what will I do with that freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will offer vulnerability, truth, and love – &lt;i style=""&gt;through Christ who strengthens me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just picked up The Sacred Romance this morning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;The very first quote reads,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Thirsty hearts are those whose longings have been wakened by the touch of god within them.” – A.W. Tozer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dVItROmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fuCUNDhRZn4/s1600-h/meant+to+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dVItROmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fuCUNDhRZn4/s200/meant+to+live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088959090392119906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1hJGF9rfVxM/s1600-h/meant+to+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951123227785794" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1hJGF9rfVxM/s1600-h/meant+to+live.jpg" style="'width:70.5pt;height:70.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Jessica\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-WFYtROkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1hJGF9rfVxM/s200/meant+to+live.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel this desperate longing to break out of my mundane dragging. These past few days have been characterized by shades of gray, but my deepest desire is to live with PASSION.  Fire in my bones - for His Spirit kindles my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you enter into the presence of God, fears are displaced, humility enters your heart and you begin to walk - TRULY FREE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;I long to be operating in His grand adventure that is both inside and outside. That intrinsic knowing that I was created for this moment – this very breath. The constant journey of finding more of who He is and who I am created to be. The outer adventure of advancing His kingdom, following his heart, pursuing mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delve. Deep. Discover.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was with Hannah the other day, we drove through Starbucks for Venti Passion fruit Lemonades with Strawberries. (Hilarious.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, everybody knows, when you roll up, the “Starbucks voice” offers you something special that you politely decline and then continue with your order. Well - we rolled up to the speaker and, Hannah’s windows being manual, we missed the voice’s greeting. Hannah looked at me, smiled, and then said loudly, “No thanks.” We both about died from laughter. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;So here we are laughing our butts off while this gal is waiting for us to order. We squeezed out what we wanted, then pulled up to the window. Hannah was really friendly with this girl, asked her how her day was going, and then engaged her and another guy working there by saying, “You wanna hear what was so funny?” She proceeded to tell them our funny window story and they laughed too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hannah opened herself and allowed other people into our amusement. She explained that she has been really inspired by her brother and the way he engages people… even people he doesn’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both parties are so enriched by an experience like that!  So many times, I’m stuck in “Me” mode, and I don’t take the time or energy to be vulnerable with people. Often, it’s much easier to mask your true heart than to open up and be real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Engage the waitress at Dennys, ask the people at the bank what’s new in their life, or just go up to random people, meet them, and bless them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dVItROnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8JMB_pEftec/s1600-h/take+risks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dVItROnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8JMB_pEftec/s200/take+risks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088959090392119922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;As “boat races” and “fair” season approaches, I’m remembering the openness with which I operated in. It’s so humble, and so inviting. Let’s do it like Jesus did and welcome people in. Just love on them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man, I’ve got so much to write about regarding this subject. I think I’ll do a part two soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look for my next post.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sneak Peek: Authentic worship and where our hearts come into play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prophetic words and ministry... hmm.  We’ll see what God does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awaken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3877255796541426762?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3877255796541426762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3877255796541426762' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3877255796541426762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3877255796541426762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/07/awaken.html' title='Awaken.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rp-dU4tROlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9IRIj8qNbUU/s72-c/bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-398639563735530964</id><published>2007-07-14T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:12:00.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Goose Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rpkc6otROhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nQq801VoRBQ/s1600-h/goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rpkc6otROhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nQq801VoRBQ/s200/goose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087129047776967186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hannah and Jourdan and I were down on the Columbia Park Trail yesterday, and came up with a brilliant movie idea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should film the geese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rpkc6otROhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nQq801VoRBQ/s1600-h/goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know.  Geese, right?  They're smelly, honking, feathered balls of irritation.  They flock together, have pea-sized brains, and nip at your kid's butt when Jimmy tries to feed em stale bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yess... but watching their daily activities is hysterical!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are - Peach, Plum, and Pear - just getting a kick out of these geese, when Hannah starts speaking for one of them.  We took on voices for the geese, Andrew-style, and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 30 or 40 geese just meandering, attempting to cross the road, or freaking out at cars. It was entertainment to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, characters for a goose-type motion picture - mmhmm, "Goose Tracks" - began to form in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I e-mailed my dear friend Hannah with some sketches of the personalities.  Keep an open mind.  Take the red pill sucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harold&lt;/strong&gt; - He's an oldey.  Easily frightened, he is often the prey of prankster seagulls who love a good laugh.  His specs are chronically misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phillip&lt;/strong&gt; - Germaphobic.  Loves plaid.  May be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vilma&lt;/strong&gt; - Pleasantly plump, she enjoys a good meal.  Her hearty laugh interrupted by honks is her most darling feature.  She and Harold were sweethearts back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarence the Wise&lt;/strong&gt; - No one really knows how old this goose is.  Rumor has it, he was the very first to pioneer an "Asphalt Crossing"... Sit down and listen to the guy, he's a frickin' enigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birch&lt;/strong&gt; - Named after the tree his late father flew into.  He has self-esteem issues.  Tried poisonous berries one time and walked around singin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born to be Wild&lt;/span&gt; for days.  That kid can air-guitar like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt; - Uncontrollable bowels... Mark just can't hold it in.  Poop, poop, pooperz poop poop.  He's a pooper.  He had a girlfriend once.  Think she got hit by a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, my quest begins for amusing character descriptions to not only make me laugh, but to stow away for a future documentary opportunity... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-398639563735530964?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/398639563735530964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=398639563735530964' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/398639563735530964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/398639563735530964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/07/geese.html' title='Goose Tracks'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rpkc6otROhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nQq801VoRBQ/s72-c/goose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2501759904995315715</id><published>2007-06-25T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:23:39.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RoB_4zKcRsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/reyFtdYOcOE/s1600-h/100_6359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RoB_4zKcRsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/reyFtdYOcOE/s200/100_6359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080200993457325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so very philosophical... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a striking flower, filled with joy at her oppurtunity to stun the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a lion, majestic and Intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is the Father's smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty fills the heart with a peace and knowledge that all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty does not ask for anything in return... it simply offers itself for the pleasure of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is the chance to see something that may change you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is an everlasting, sweet, sweet love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a pure and delicate hand over a colorless canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a friendship, untouched by the scandal of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a word on a page that takes your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a photograph, black and white, and in no way bleak or dreadful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a popsicle stick on a sunny afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is a much-needed rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty, for the eyes and soul alike... does wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty offers an escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty invites others to be vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beauty is through and through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty shows off God's handiwork... He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I didn't allow myself to edit... I simply wrote down whatever came to my heart... whether it made sense or not!  I guess you can call this an insight into my head and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all who read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-2501759904995315715?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2501759904995315715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2501759904995315715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2501759904995315715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2501759904995315715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/06/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RoB_4zKcRsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/reyFtdYOcOE/s72-c/100_6359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-5830832477434924971</id><published>2007-06-12T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:09:41.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rm9Q1DKcRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_sbyyN_ibrY/s1600-h/tree+and+water.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075364177382229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rm9Q1DKcRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_sbyyN_ibrY/s200/tree+and+water.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the plunge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow the One pursuing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Search after God's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War for my heart and others'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discover. Explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-5830832477434924971?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/5830832477434924971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=5830832477434924971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5830832477434924971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/5830832477434924971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/06/deeper.html' title='Deeper'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rm9Q1DKcRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_sbyyN_ibrY/s72-c/tree+and+water.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-2126372155333317407</id><published>2007-04-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:39:01.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RilcZjx2njI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AGIVe3v6wsg/s1600-h/something+has+changed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RilcZjx2njI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AGIVe3v6wsg/s200/something+has+changed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055673650870918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To Jessica... From Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the you I knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say hello, say hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a new beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the you I knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is your Genesis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RildDzx2nlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cQwcQ-f6Ji4/s1600-h/little+big+hand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RildDzx2nlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cQwcQ-f6Ji4/s200/little+big+hand.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055674376720391762" 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/23305633-2126372155333317407?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/2126372155333317407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=2126372155333317407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2126372155333317407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/2126372155333317407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/04/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RilcZjx2njI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AGIVe3v6wsg/s72-c/something+has+changed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-8791582133492444222</id><published>2007-04-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T07:51:01.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character, Integrity... and a College Forum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RijTPzx2nhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9nvEZNCSpFM/s1600-h/book+pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RijTPzx2nhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9nvEZNCSpFM/s200/book+pile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055522850274188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussions in an online Political Science class... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question and my response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you saw, in a political candidate, what you consider a character flaw, would this impact his ability to serve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolutely, personal character affects a man or woman’s ability to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character and integrity has everything to do with leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man or woman is perfect, but I hold integrity high on my list of traits I look for in a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the sake of ease, I will continue writing these thoughts using “man” or “he” to represent either a female or male leader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private victories lay the foundation for public victories, and a person who is faithful in little things can be trusted with bigger things. These are established and time-honored truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of high moral character in the small things are the men I want to lead this country in the big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to submit to the leadership over me, whether the leader is of poor character or high; however, the man who has his own life in order before coming into authority over others, has my respect and, I think, a higher level of trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy these class discussions because often, I end up writing about biblical truths... :) I love it! Foundational stuff is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, and yes, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not post consistently every week, but when I feel it, I will write... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-8791582133492444222?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/8791582133492444222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=8791582133492444222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8791582133492444222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/8791582133492444222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/04/discussions-in-online-political-science.html' title='Character, Integrity... and a College Forum.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RijTPzx2nhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9nvEZNCSpFM/s72-c/book+pile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7960947369553265383</id><published>2007-04-04T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:59:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am taking a blog sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7960947369553265383?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7960947369553265383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7960947369553265383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7960947369553265383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7960947369553265383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-taking-blog-sabbatical.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3424467958275458373</id><published>2007-03-07T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:58:39.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Life is a Dance</title><content type='html'>I feel like being a little girl and a grown-up girl at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants desperately to run and play somewhere... tumble and feel the earth under me. I want to be like Pocahontas running through the trees then diving into clear water... moving where the wind takes me and feeling the breath taken out of me at the sight of God's glorious beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;The sun is setting, it's quiet outside, and I have music running through my heart. I smile as I think about writing love songs and sipping a cup of tea on the porch swing, guitar in hand. Put my glasses on, snuggle under a blanket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taken me captive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of me just wants to fall in love with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which woman am I?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little bit of both. Elements of so many passions reside in this heart.&lt;br /&gt;I long for adventure, yet my soul stirs in the quiet places.&lt;br /&gt;One place I express the facets of me is through dance.&lt;br /&gt;I love to give everything... every particle of energy, every snippet of my colors, and every thread of my being in a dance for my Lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I have yet to put to music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Him softly with the pretty pieces of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Lay down shades of pink and weeping for the love that overcomes me.&lt;br /&gt;Taken wholly with the movement.&lt;br /&gt;Grace surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;Up, through,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes clear,&lt;br /&gt;Follow this Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery and revelation flood my senses.&lt;br /&gt;The aroma of His vineyard makes me laugh in wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who is this that makes me feel like clay under His tender hand?&lt;br /&gt;He rises with the morning and fills my life with light.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, touch me again... this love is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I love, I dance.&lt;br /&gt;Through You, my breath takes flight&lt;br /&gt;My feet are free with the wind&lt;br /&gt;You are my ribbon of delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him boldly with the valiant pieces of my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyes pierce mine and we go round and round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dance in awe of His might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strength surrounding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandon, Release,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revere this Lion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come under His hand and allow my heart to be inspired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unhindered passion comes from a well inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I draw from the depths and come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I love, I dance.&lt;br /&gt;Through You, my breath takes flight&lt;br /&gt;My feet are free with the wind&lt;br /&gt;You are my ribbon of delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3424467958275458373?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3424467958275458373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3424467958275458373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3424467958275458373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3424467958275458373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-dance.html' title='Life is a Dance'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-3095066094818348660</id><published>2007-03-02T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:42:19.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Little Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I'm emerging out of a dry-ish season. Or I very soon will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with feeling alive lately. I feel like I'm not truly living out of my deepest heart of hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/tolive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you know Jessica, you know that I am a very passionate person. I am excited and exuberant over almost everything. I love being like that... it's so much a part of who I am. I feel alive when I love things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many others, I've been ruined. I've tasted love and life and now, anything less leaves me unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now, I want to feel wholly and completely engaged. I want to know who I am, and live as that woman. I want to sing because I'm happy. I want to smile like I have a secret I want to share. I want to randomly get the urge to go on a barefoot adventure. This is what being alive means to me. I want to love the men in my life and encourage them to become true men by being a woman. I want to speak to my sisters and lovingly guide them to their Creator. I want to be a blessing to my family. I want to know with my entire being that God is good, He's big, and He loves me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has me walking through this season for a purpose... there's newness coming. I've experienced some of it already. God is giving me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a new perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/danceinfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Though I turn away, your mercy brings me back to you again... You draw me closer. You draw me in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;You Draw Me Closer - &lt;/em&gt;Brent Helming -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Jesus for this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Amen~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-3095066094818348660?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/3095066094818348660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=3095066094818348660' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3095066094818348660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/3095066094818348660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-steps.html' title='Little Steps'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/th_tolive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-4236731272323317740</id><published>2007-02-23T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:54:30.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Destiny Calls - Written July 9th, 2005</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/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9Uc_gcYlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PeDrw0M8iU4/s1600-h/imagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9Uc_gcYlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PeDrw0M8iU4/s200/imagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034835765484085842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The valley floor is quiet today but for one sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amidst the flowing grasses, a gentle song floats on the breeze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A budding wildflower in despair raises her vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ice to the wisps of wind all around her...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She cries out to her Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Where have I bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where am I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s all such a mystery to me…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYhI/AAAAAAAAADo/wrmhWduX7XE/s1600-h/descent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYhI/AAAAAAAAADo/wrmhWduX7XE/s200/descent.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034835069699383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Young one,” the Creator whispers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Put your trust in me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know the plans I have for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Trust in me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Petals open to reveal a flowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r’s beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She’s been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ting to blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Coming into what she is created for, her joy knows no bounds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally knowing that she belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ngs, that she has a purpose in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She directs her stunning face towards the Son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; calls out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYiI/AAAAAAAAADw/MYVDKLFE3Zc/s1600-h/dance+in+a+field.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYiI/AAAAAAAAADw/MYVDKLFE3Zc/s200/dance+in+a+field.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034835069699383842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“You saw my tears and rescued me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You watched and caught each one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I needed someone to be there for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To listen to my every care… my every li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ving breath…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You were right there waiting for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I LOVE YOU”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VXKkv0hEJh8/s1600-h/freedom+dove.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0fgcYjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VXKkv0hEJh8/s200/freedom+dove.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034835069699383858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A tear glistens in the Author’s eye as he gazes on his beautiful creation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He shouts for the whole world to hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“THIS IS MY BELOVED,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; my BRIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SHE HAS CHOSEN ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SHE HAS CHOSEN TO LOVE ME…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And for a moment, time stands still…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0PgcYfI/AAAAAAAAADY/k75CO2cOOjg/s1600-h/blissfully+charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9T0PgcYfI/AAAAAAAAADY/k75CO2cOOjg/s200/blissfully+charming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034835065404416498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All creation is silenced in the unfolding of this incredible love coming forth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All at once, the gorgeous flower is engulfed in the brilliant light and glory of His presence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;His amazing warmth penetrates to the deepest parts of her spirit as the Lord returns…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“I LOVE YOU TOO”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-4236731272323317740?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/4236731272323317740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=4236731272323317740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4236731272323317740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/4236731272323317740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/02/destiny-calls-written-july-9th-2005.html' title='Destiny Calls - Written July 9th, 2005'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/Rd9Uc_gcYlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PeDrw0M8iU4/s72-c/imagine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-6359722932102103062</id><published>2007-02-16T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:53:44.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Clear Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYhECzJLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/L16huMjBgBU/s1600-h/blue+eye.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032245986987683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYhECzJLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/L16huMjBgBU/s320/blue+eye.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgwizJLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/FL2lyT_MYLU/s1600-h/ballerina.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032245651980233890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgwizJLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/FL2lyT_MYLU/s320/ballerina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgqSzJLJI/AAAAAAAAABE/M1gCtDTe4Uo/s1600-h/pillows.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032245544606051474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgqSzJLJI/AAAAAAAAABE/M1gCtDTe4Uo/s320/pillows.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgUSzJLII/AAAAAAAAAA8/B68j8pEM_pE/s1600-h/joy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032245166648929410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYgUSzJLII/AAAAAAAAAA8/B68j8pEM_pE/s320/joy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel this new level of vision for my spiritual walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel redeemed and restored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fresh season. I can feel spring on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a birth of newness and fresh inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032245815188991154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYg6CzJLLI/AAAAAAAAABU/mhIcgLHCDgo/s320/my+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're painting our house right now and I love this feeling of transition. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032224988892572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYN9yzJLGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1vV8GF8PkQA/s320/red+leaves.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. Ten Shekel Shirt places words to exactly how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMmmm.. I feel so in love with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the lyrics to their "Risk" song:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is meant to be like a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause intimacy is bliss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be loved and to love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what everything is all about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm... I can't wait to dance tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I feel infused with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-6359722932102103062?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/6359722932102103062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=6359722932102103062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6359722932102103062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/6359722932102103062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/02/clear-vision.html' title='Clear Vision'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RdYhECzJLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/L16huMjBgBU/s72-c/blue+eye.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-7819473215236550601</id><published>2007-02-02T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:23:54.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Truth Triumphs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="clock.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the battle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am torn between my emotions and what I deeply know to be true. My soul and spirit are clashing in a battle for my love and devotion. If I choose one, it seems the other must submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the lie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the mercy of the clock. I can never be good enough. I keep screwing up, procrastinating, not making wise choices. I am performing and scheduling and strategizing up to ying-yang, and I've had enough. I need to run outside in free air... I need to go fast or very slow and forget about life... busy, busy life. I am anxious and unsettled and wish for an escape. I have made myself vulnerable and now want to lay down somewhere and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am covered by grace. He loves me no matter what. My King would lay down His very life because He deems our relationship worthy of such a sacrifice. He loves me with a fiery, passionate love, and no one can take that love. I am the Lord's.  I am the delight of the King. He sees beauty in me... and desires to unveil it. He is my righteousness.  He is my justice. He loves me, and He is Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing comes as I pour out these things of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I enter a heart-battle like this, I feel as though my center stability is hanging in the balance. Where will I fall? Who will I believe? What do I focus on? This moment of choice is imperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Casting Crowns song puts my determination into words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will listen and believe the Voice of Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in the One who is ever faithful. I reject the lies of the enemy and desperately ask for the Truth to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my proclamation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHOOSE TO LISTEN AND BELIEVE THE VOICE OF TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-7819473215236550601?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/7819473215236550601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=7819473215236550601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7819473215236550601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/7819473215236550601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/02/truth-triumphs.html' title='Truth Triumphs'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/th_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-941403943199046562</id><published>2007-01-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:01:32.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I am... He is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;my Lover's delight&lt;br /&gt;my Father's JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek&lt;br /&gt;the truth of my identity&lt;br /&gt;His peace above all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire&lt;br /&gt;to walk in His holy ways&lt;br /&gt;to discover the purity and beauty of childlikeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;the way He moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His every touch fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="cloudbreakthrough.png" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=cloudbreakthrough.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/cloudbreakthrough.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;awakens my heart with each revelation of His love&lt;br /&gt;fills my being with light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot&lt;br /&gt;get enough of this mighty One&lt;br /&gt;escape His desire over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continue to pursue me forever&lt;br /&gt;never leave me or forsake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;pour out everything I am at His feet&lt;br /&gt;impart this life to those around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to&lt;br /&gt;romance the woman He created me to be&lt;br /&gt;call me forth out of hiding and woo me into His everlasting purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="danceonbeach.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=danceonbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/danceonbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You are&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign and forEVER faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your promises&lt;br /&gt;are sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ways&lt;br /&gt;are not my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have only to breathe&lt;br /&gt;and I am overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="handlight.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=handlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/handlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this beautiful radiant warrior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my wild one... my Jehovah Elohim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, He is fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one word spoken from His mouth and the nations will tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the God whom I serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="cloudworship.png" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cloudworship.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/cloudworship.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tender character&lt;br /&gt;is unfathomably kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gentleness&lt;br /&gt;is overwhelmingly passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His healing hand&lt;br /&gt;reaches for my heart, then loves it unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grace&lt;br /&gt;covers over all my failings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="littlebighand.gif" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littlebighand.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/littlebighand.gif" 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/23305633-941403943199046562?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/941403943199046562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=941403943199046562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/941403943199046562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/941403943199046562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-he-is.html' title='I am... He is.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/th_cloudbreakthrough.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-1393424021709048648</id><published>2007-01-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:00:08.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>The World of Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was originally inspired to delve into the world of words by a Study Group I was part of on Sunday morning. Our leader encouraged us to study the relationship between &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;logos&lt;/span&gt; [written] and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rhema&lt;/span&gt; [spoken] words of God. Since then, every morning I've gotten a bit of revelation into the world of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The word originat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ed with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="read.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/read.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;John 1:1 - In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here, the Greek word &lt;i&gt;“logos” &lt;/i&gt;is used, referring to the writt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;en word of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What comes out of our m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ouths is powerful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 18:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="lightinpalm.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=lightinpalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/lightinpalm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to more carefully weigh my words. The impact of a single phrase I utter is more than I can comprehend. Life and death… that seems pretty hardcore to me. We should especially take this verse seriously in regards to the spiritual realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="georgia"&gt;It is my belief that words impart colors that are life-giving or life-taking. A beautiful picture of this release of color through a word is painted by authors Ted Dekker and Bill Bright in their story, Blessed Child. In a scene farther into the book, the characters find themselves immersed in a supernatural experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"They had entered a world of impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Light was everywhere. Yellow light, red light, green light, blue light. Oozing from their dumb smiles and streaming from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb started to giggle again. 'Say something Leiah,' he said. 'Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what you think of me.'&lt;br /&gt;She faced him and spoke immediately. 'I love you, Caleb.'&lt;br /&gt;A shaft of red light rushed from her mouth with those words. Jason's heart jumped. The thick beam was laced with wisps of smoke like at a laserlight show. It struck Caleb in his chest, cascaded over his body, and was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The boy threw his head back and laughed as if tickled b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;y some great unseen hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="passion.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Dekker and Bill Bright have crafted one of my favorite scenes in all of literature... all that I have read of literature. :) The setting is so pure and powerful. The description of God's kingdom in colors and light sets an excitement in my spirit like fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RbJMY74oSSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rktDruYrPQI/s1600-h/colors.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022160525747308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzBqiYQFemk/RbJMY74oSSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rktDruYrPQI/s320/colors.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reading and writing can impart life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a title="storyofmylife.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=storyofmylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/storyofmylife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Throughout the story of my life, reading has always held a special place in my heart. &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;From Dr. Seuss to C.S. Lewis, I was exposed to the good stuff growing up. *smile* I was raised to enjoy good writing… to delight in a well-woven story. Now, I marvel at the beauty of both written and spoken word. Each expression of words has so much potential to breathe life into the receiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God's word is mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 4:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sword.png" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;current=sword.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/sword.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This verse encompasses the very reason I need time with the Lord and his Word every morning. He breathes life into my spirit and then because of those living and active words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shift Happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a title="somethinghaschanged.jpg" href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=somethinghaschanged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/somethinghaschanged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This icon beautifully, poetically, and accurately represents the way I feel when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read God's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;logos&lt;/span&gt;, listen to his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rhema&lt;/span&gt;, and journal my own words along with His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The progression of my heart goes something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True Repentance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desire Passionate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choice to live by Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Connection Divine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... sequence inspired by the &lt;strong&gt;world of words&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/23305633-1393424021709048648?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/1393424021709048648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=1393424021709048648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1393424021709048648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/1393424021709048648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2007/01/world-of-words.html' title='The World of Words'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/wshpjc73/Beauty/th_read.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114377972169414175</id><published>2006-03-30T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:33:49.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>To create is to bring something into existence that was merely a thought before.&lt;br /&gt;To create is to express love until something beautiful is birthed.&lt;br /&gt;To create is to devote ones self wholly and completely.&lt;br /&gt;To create is to unveil a place in the spirit that was previously hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create is to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has placed in each of us the desire for beauty. Beauty awakens our hearts. Have you ever been so captivated by something that you just want to run, jump, sing, and dance, while at the same time there is a reverential awe?? He gives us the capacity to love, and outflowing of that love, to create. He is the source. I wish to draw from the Lord's well... drink deep and be satisfied. I would so love to gather my entire being and fling it giddily into every task I find myself in... but maybe... just maybe, He wants me to sit at His feet... I just might find the joy I'm searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly desire Him... to desire His plan and purpose for my life.. to enter into such a covenant with the Maker... the original Creator... to allow His breath to sustain my very life... truly, this must be ecstasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-114377972169414175?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114377972169414175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114377972169414175' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114377972169414175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114377972169414175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114221582872201102</id><published>2006-03-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:33:25.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>He factors in our stupidity!</title><content type='html'>I received this in an e-mail a while ago and recently dug it up... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next time you feel like God can’t use you, just remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was too old&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was a daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was a liar&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was abused&lt;br /&gt;Moses had a stuttering problem&lt;br /&gt;Gideon was afraid&lt;br /&gt;Samson had long hair, and was a womanizer!&lt;br /&gt;Rahab was a prostitute!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Timothy were too young&lt;br /&gt;David was a murderer&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah preached naked&lt;br /&gt;Jonah ran from God&lt;br /&gt;Naomi was a widow&lt;br /&gt;Job went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;John the Baptist ate bugs&lt;br /&gt;Peter denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;The Disciples fell asleep while praying&lt;br /&gt;Martha worried about everything&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan woman was divorced… more than once!&lt;br /&gt;Zaccheus was too small&lt;br /&gt;Timothy had an ulcer… and&lt;br /&gt;Lazarus was DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;… no more excuses now&lt;br /&gt;God’s waiting to use your full potential.&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t call the qualified… He qualifies the called. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not limited by our humanness... Doug Addison likes to say that God factors in our stupidity! It is incredible to think that it is when we are weak that He is made perfect in us. He is made strong through our weaknesses. Because there is no way we could have done it in our own strength, God gets the glory... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9 - "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unworthy at times. Why would He choose me to do His work? There are times when I feel inadequate, incompetent, and ridiculous... those are also the times when He seems to use me the most efficiently. When I lay myself down and trust that He has things under control, that is where I feel the most at peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peace is the potting soil for revelation." - John Paul Jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe that with all my heart... when my spirit is at peace and my will is lined up with His, the gateway of oppurtunity is opened for Him to speak to me and through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here I am God... I lay my cares and burdens at the foot of the cross.. I give my trust and my heart to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-114221582872201102?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114221582872201102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114221582872201102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114221582872201102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114221582872201102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-factors-in-our-stupidity.html' title='He factors in our stupidity!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114175871532136937</id><published>2006-03-07T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:32:57.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>His Promise of Renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3369/2384/400/Morning%20Dogwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morning Dogwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painted by Thomas Kinkade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The hopeful blossoming of spring's first bloom, the joyful potential of a garden gate, and the comforting possibilities of a graceful bridge, all remind us of God's promise of renewal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finding this inexplicable yearning for spring beginning to birth in my spirit. I am finished with winter... this desire for beauty is strong. There is a point, I think, in every season of the year, where we long for the next part in the story... ahh.. the mystery of God’s ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of Songs 2:10-13 ~ My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.mesacounty.us/clinics/img/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 110px;" alt="" src="http://health.mesacounty.us/clinics/img/butterfly.jpg" border="0" height="93" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pageantrymagazine.com/magazine/fashion/kids/2005/image/b05kids_yellow_butterfly.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes have just beheld their first butterfly of the season. Oh how it makes me long for spring. The color of the butterfly's wings was a soft yellow... HOPE. Spring is hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I choose to judge Him faithful... He who has promised. I will hold onto His promise of renewal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;em&gt;Written March 3, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-114175871532136937?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114175871532136937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114175871532136937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114175871532136937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114175871532136937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/his-promise-of-renewal_07.html' title='His Promise of Renewal'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114133821213647704</id><published>2006-03-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:32:00.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/640/100_3869.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/320/100_3869.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blissfully Charming&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/23305633-114133821213647704?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114133821213647704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114133821213647704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133821213647704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133821213647704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/blissfully-charming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114133665445552103</id><published>2006-03-02T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:31:41.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/640/100_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/320/100_3860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfectly Delightful&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/23305633-114133665445552103?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114133665445552103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114133665445552103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133665445552103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133665445552103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfectly-delightful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23305633.post-114133059012926762</id><published>2006-03-02T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:31:19.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/640/100_3859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/220/10029/320/100_3859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply Stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following photographs are my humble attempts at capturing my Father's glorious creation...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;think of them as love stories to your heart... from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will forever remind you of my extravagant love for &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; spirit by expressing &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; Spirit through my awesome creation."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23305633-114133059012926762?l=wshpjc73.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/feeds/114133059012926762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23305633&amp;postID=114133059012926762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133059012926762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23305633/posts/default/114133059012926762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wshpjc73.blogspot.com/2006/03/simply-stunning-following-photographs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406960155922821270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3239/2514/1600/100_4857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
