<?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-7068624805740581508</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:36:55.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me, i tremble like a hill on a fault line</title><subtitle type='html'>"continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, giving you the desire to obey him and the power to do what pleases him." --philippians 2:12-13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8626313850515980271</id><published>2010-09-29T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:46:04.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and i wanna be like a tree...</title><content type='html'>planted by the streams of living water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and filled with the Holy Spirit! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="eph3-18"&gt;    "And  may you have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; to understand, as all God's people should, how  wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="eph3-19"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May you experience the love of Christ, though it is so great you  will never fully understand it.&lt;/span&gt; Then you will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filled with the  fullness of life &lt;/span&gt;and power that comes from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="eph3-20"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now glory be to God! By his mighty power at work within us, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he is  able to accomplish infinitely more than we would ever dare to ask or  hope&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="eph3-21"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May he be given glory in the church and in Christ Jesus forever and ever through endless ages. Amen!"&lt;br /&gt;-ephesians 3:18-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8626313850515980271?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8626313850515980271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-i-wanna-be-like-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8626313850515980271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8626313850515980271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-i-wanna-be-like-tree.html' title='and i wanna be like a tree...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5280947888556416690</id><published>2010-01-18T00:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:40:35.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are good.</title><content type='html'>...and You are good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5280947888556416690?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5280947888556416690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5280947888556416690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5280947888556416690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-good.html' title='You are good.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6117779931867380313</id><published>2010-01-16T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:13:12.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's try this again.</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid the end of last semester got swallowed up by my senior honors project, and then the majority of Christmas break got eaten alive by getting Tristan ready for Ghana. Now that's he's safely there and I'm back in Greenville...there's been a little more time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Tristan in a country five time zones ahead, I haven't had him around to talk to at night, and so, I've been journaling this week...just like before I met Tristan. It was years ago, but I remember praying about him and praying for him, and wondering if the timing was right yet, and then knowing that it was. Of course I remember praying about other things too. It is such an amazing thing that we can open up our lips or minds or notebooks and just communicate. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life You've Always Wanted&lt;/span&gt; calls it 'interrupting heaven." Speaking to the Lord and hearing him speak back...and gosh it has been a long time since I've allowed myself the luxury of journaling regularly. God has already answered so many prayers this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="isa1-18"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come now, let us reason together&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;a name="73"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;&lt;a name="74"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.&lt;a name="75"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="isa1-19"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are willing and obedient,&lt;a name="76"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you will eat the best from the land&lt;/span&gt;" (isaiah 1:18-19).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been a little scared of it...scared of God...scared of being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Scared I was wasting opportunities and scared he wasn't proud of me. But how can I know what he feels toward me if I won't look at him? I can't sit around being afraid anymore...it's true that I probably have let opportunities to love people pass by. I probably have missed conversations that could have been turned toward him...but I can't pay for that or change it. I have to keep moving forward. I have to start looking for the opportunites tomorrow, and let God's mercies be new again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="php3-12"&gt;"I do not mean that I am already as God wants me to be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I have not yet reached that goal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I continue trying to reach it &lt;/span&gt;and to make it mine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ wants me to do that, which is the reason he made me his&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="versetext highlightThenFade" id="php3-13"&gt;... I know that I have not yet reached that goal, but there is one thing I always do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Forgetting the past and straining toward what is ahead&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="php3-14"&gt;&lt;span class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I keep trying to reach the goal and get the prize for which God called me through Christ to the life above" (philippians 3:12-14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, please continue to speak in my life this week. Please open my ears to what you're saying. Help my heart to be soft. Help my mind to be clear. Make my hands willing. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6117779931867380313?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6117779931867380313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-try-this-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6117779931867380313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6117779931867380313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-try-this-again.html' title='let&apos;s try this again.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5945150804229153887</id><published>2009-11-20T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:48:19.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when the curtain falls...</title><content type='html'>i am so judgmental sometimes. and i am not enough of a machine to make myself meet the deadlines i fill my life with. that's the honest truth. = /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5945150804229153887?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5945150804229153887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-curtain-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5945150804229153887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5945150804229153887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-curtain-falls.html' title='when the curtain falls...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2460020621387283741</id><published>2009-11-06T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:19:44.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>absence makes the heart grow colder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;Whoever decided to get people to start saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" was a liar. While this adage may prove true during a short period of absence...I highly doubt it would work over a long period of absence. And one thing is certain: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absence is not the best way to have a relationship with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely not the best way to have a relationship with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I let Jesus back into my life, I'm becoming more and more aware of how little I've been hearing his voice lately. This doesn't mean that he hasn't been speaking to me, it's that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;my ears have been too stopped up to hear him&lt;/span&gt;. If I want him back in my life, I'm going to have to stop starving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a line in the Caedmon's Call song entitled "Sacred":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that everything is sacred?&lt;br /&gt;and all this time&lt;br /&gt;everything I've dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;has been right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when I forget to drink from You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I can feel the banks harden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me like a stream&lt;br /&gt;to feed the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear so often the passage from &lt;a href="http://www.biblestudytools.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?new=1&amp;amp;word=jeremiah+17&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=niv&amp;amp;language=en"&gt;Jeremiah 17:7-8&lt;/a&gt; about being like a tree planted by the waters, but this line takes it a step further and is about being the waters. It is true that God needs to be the "water" in our lives, but aren't we called to "water" others? To encourage them in their faith and to nourish their hearts? The writer is saying that when the living water isn't coming from God, our "banks" harden. Our hearts, which are where we experience revelation from God and compassion for others are no longer able to experience. We become like the dry bones in Ezekiel &lt;a href="http://www.biblestudytools.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=ezekiel+37&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=niv&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;NavBook=jer&amp;amp;NavGo=17&amp;amp;NavCurrentChapter=17"&gt;(ezekiel 37:1-14)&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How wonderful it is, then, that God is able to bring life even where there is death!&lt;/span&gt; For "breath entered [the bones]; they came to life and stood up on their feet--a vast army" (ezekiel 37:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and I were talking about this at the CCF Fall Retreat: that we have to be spending time with God so that our spirits are soft enough to encounter God in worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea 12 talks about the people of Israel "feeding on the wind" and "chasing after the wind" instead of God. In chapter 13 God says to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been the Lord your God ever since I brought you out of Egypt. You must acknowledge no God but me, for there is no other savior. I took care of you in the wilderness, in that dry and thirsty land. But when you had eaten and were satisfied, you became proud and forgot me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now I will attack you like a lion&lt;/span&gt;, like a leopard that lurks along the road. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like a bear whose cubs have been taken away, I will tear out your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will devour you like a hungry lioness and mangle you like a wild animal" (hosea 13:4-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound crazy to some people, but this speaks life to me. I need my heart to be torn out because it is filthy! Praise be to God, who chooses to attack me instead of letting me wander away from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to the God who refuses to let my heart grow cold through absence. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2460020621387283741?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2460020621387283741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/absence-makes-heart-grow-colder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2460020621387283741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2460020621387283741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/absence-makes-heart-grow-colder.html' title='absence makes the heart grow colder'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2419973784879005291</id><published>2009-11-05T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:55:01.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bind my wand'ring heart to Thee...</title><content type='html'>if there's anything I've been reminded of this week, it's that love is tough. love is so much work--loving hurts. it's so much about giving and it takes so much strength to love a person. the energy it takes even to choose to love another person...gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians says we need to be given power in order to grasp God's love, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I pray that you&lt;/span&gt;, being rooted and established in love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may have power&lt;/span&gt;, together with all the saints, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and to know this love that surpasses knowledge&lt;/span&gt;--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God" (ephesians 3:17-19).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy reminds us that God has indeed put a spirit of power and of love in in our hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;power &lt;/span&gt;and of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and of a sound mind" (2 timothy 1:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been made painfully aware of my inability to love people apart from Jesus. the silliest things fill my heart and my tongue with such rage, such hostility...my flesh is vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i have also been amazed this week at the difference in my ability to love when i am spending time with Jesus every day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am been longing for something tangible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some kind of proof&lt;br /&gt;that there’s been change in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like i have been waking up&lt;br /&gt;only to fight with the same old stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change is slow and it fills me with such doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;come on New Man where've you been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;help me wriggle from this self i’m in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave it like a skin upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--"like a skin" by Sara Groves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2419973784879005291?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2419973784879005291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/bind-my-wandring-heart-to-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2419973784879005291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2419973784879005291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/bind-my-wandring-heart-to-thee.html' title='bind my wand&apos;ring heart to Thee...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1314832766880879993</id><published>2009-11-01T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:10:03.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not in a bad place.</title><content type='html'>i'm not, but i've been living like i am. yes, i'm in a place of transition, and yes, i'm not quite in the land of milk and honey, but i'm not in prison. i'm not being tortured for my faith. i'm not following a religion with a god who is indifferent toward me, or angry with me...I am following a God who wants to spend intimate time with me, and only wants good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something that he told me at the boiler room friday night...i have lived for many years believing that God only lets us see a glimpse of himself a few times a year, times when i would consider i've had a "revelation" from him. looking back over this blog i can see these times so clearly, but he has now challenged all that. friday night i asked him for something new again, something to hold on to, and i'm not saying that he does not give us those things, but what he told me was that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the times i've received such revelations were the times in which i stuck one of my toes into the ocean of his spirit&lt;/span&gt;. he is a continual revelation. he is always the same, always new, always magnificent. he always knows what i need to hear. he always knows how to challenge me. he isn't just that way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i have been quite a harlot in my thought life lately&lt;/span&gt;. i have spent huge amounts of time worrying over this season of my life, being frustrated with everyone i know, deluding myself that i'm doing everything right, withholding my love from others, tearing Tristan down because his beautiful faith makes me feel small and helpless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has anyone else ever accused God of prostituting himself with loving other people? it sounds so sick when you say it out loud, but i've been running from him because of it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to start filling my head with "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable..." (philippians 4:8). funny that the verses right before this one say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rejoice in the Lord always&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let your gentleness be evident to all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Lord is near&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not be anxious about anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with thanksgiving (not accusation) present your requests to God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the peace of God will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the peace of God to guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang "Be Thou my Vision" this morning and I was so impacted by the words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so true--thoughts about Jesus are the best thoughts I can have, and I have been starving to death without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a verse in Psalm 119 that I love and that I've been remembering as I look back over my old blog posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your decrees have been the theme of my songs wherever I have lived" (psalm 119:54).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use a lot of song lyrics in my writing, because God uses a lot of song lyrics to speak to me. they are where i go when i don't know what else to do...where else to turn. i process things through music, because i'm a worshiper at heart (Tristan is learning to be an evangelist). =)  i love being able to say that instead of sex and drugs and making money, that God has been the theme of my songs both at home and in Greenville and in Arapahoe, and hopefully in Charlotte one day. i do want that...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;i have to start letting him back into the song of my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with all of the reminiscing i've been doing about my spiritual past, i am reminded to&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget the former things&lt;/span&gt;; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;because I provide water in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and streams in the wasteland, to give drink to my people, my chosen, the people I formed for myself that they may proclaim my praise" (isaiah 43:18-21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have felt like Joseph in prison, waiting for God to bring about the visions he had in his youth. i have been spending my time waiting for promises to be fulfilled, but i have been waiting anxiously, not peacefully. i was reminded today of the Israelites in captivity in Egypt, slaving away as they waited for their God. their God, my God, delivered them. i remembered today, however, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;immediately after delivering them from slavery, he brought them into a desert&lt;/span&gt;. it must have been hot, and they probably got sunburned, and it must have been smelly--can you imagine living for 40 years without a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to surrender to this place in my life. this city, this college, this degree program, this campus ministry, this church, these friends. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is okay if i am living in the desert if that means i am on the road to the promised land, to the place that he is sending me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;it is okay to not have all my desires met, and to not be as comfortable as i would like to be, because all of my needs are met. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are all I need, Lord&lt;/span&gt;. He did not take them to the desert to abandon them, to separate himself from them, to decrease their faith, or to watch them suffer. He took them to the desert because it was on the way to where they were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;please take me where You're going....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1314832766880879993?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1314832766880879993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-not-in-bad-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1314832766880879993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1314832766880879993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-not-in-bad-place.html' title='i am not in a bad place.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5830740295166008894</id><published>2009-10-30T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:33:52.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>early</title><content type='html'>Thank You, Jesus, for the CCF breakfast club this morning! What an answer to prayer. Thank You for meeting me where I am and for being so endlessly patient. Thank You for stirring a longing for evangelism in me, and for bringing it within reach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5830740295166008894?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5830740295166008894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-jesus-for-ccf-breakfast-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5830740295166008894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5830740295166008894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-jesus-for-ccf-breakfast-club.html' title='early'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7673333653086484852</id><published>2009-10-29T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:35:38.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>revival</title><content type='html'>What a week! There have been so many thoughts, so many obstacles, so many breakthroughs, so many attempts at change. Thank you to everyone who has listened and been patient with me. I am such a stubborn learner--in math, in dance, and in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about starting this blog...I had one in livejournal in high school, which I'd like to import into this one soon, and I checked, I started it in June of 2004. That was forever ago. Blogging has always been a place for me to work through the hard places God is taking me, and it has always been a place to really be honest with myself. There's no reason to pretend things are going okay when they're not in a blog. So here's to honesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking at the 2:42 leader meeting on Sunday about finding ways to allow people to see us at the feet of Jesus. To see us like Mary, choosing the "one thing that is needed." It is my hope that this blog will&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; be a way to shed some light on the work Jesus is doing in me--thank goodness He's so patient, for "He who has begun a good work in you will complete it" (philippians 1:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know my name&lt;br /&gt;You know my story&lt;br /&gt;still You’ve taken on the world just for me&lt;br /&gt; i am amazed that You hear me speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You listen close to every word i say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to be loved this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;help me remember the day You won my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and paid my way to freedom with Your love&lt;br /&gt; help me imagine the beauty of this gift&lt;br /&gt; a grace that i am so unworthy of&lt;br /&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ll never let me fall away from You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my name&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--detour 180, "you know my name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7673333653086484852?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7673333653086484852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/10/revival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7673333653086484852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7673333653086484852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2009/10/revival.html' title='revival'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1698090623467167275</id><published>2005-04-19T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:25.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does anyone not have major plans for june and want to go on a mission trip? it's really a lot of fun and the people we go with and help with are all absolutely wonderful. just let me know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1698090623467167275?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1698090623467167275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-anyone-not-have-major-plans-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1698090623467167275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1698090623467167275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-anyone-not-have-major-plans-for.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6220309084126706383</id><published>2005-04-19T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:25.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;now the plummer's got a drip in his spigot &lt;BR&gt;the mechanic's got a clank in his car &lt;BR&gt;and the preacher's thinking thoughts that are wicked &lt;BR&gt;and the lover's got a lonely heart&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;my friends ain't the way i wish they were &lt;BR&gt;they are just the way they are &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i will be my brother's keeper &lt;BR&gt;not the one who judges him &lt;BR&gt;i won't despise him for his weakness &lt;BR&gt;i won't regard him for his strength &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i won't take away his freedom &lt;BR&gt;i will help him learn to stand &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;and i will, i will be my brother's keeper &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;now this roof has got a few missing shingles &lt;BR&gt;but&lt;EM&gt; at least we got ourselves a roof&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;and they say that she's a fallen angel &lt;BR&gt;i wonder if she recalls when she last flew &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366 size=4&gt;there's no point in pointing fingers &lt;BR&gt;unless you're pointing to the truth&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i will be my brother's keeper &lt;BR&gt;not the one who judges him &lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i won't despise him for his weakness &lt;BR&gt;i won't regard him for his strength &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;i won't take away his freedom &lt;BR&gt;i will help him learn to stand &lt;BR&gt;and i will, i will be my brother's keeper&lt;BR&gt;--rich mullins &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6220309084126706383?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6220309084126706383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6220309084126706383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6220309084126706383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/thought-for-day.html' title='a thought for the day'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8181120194499799540</id><published>2005-04-17T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:24.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because on and off&lt;br /&gt;the clouds have fought &lt;br /&gt;for control over the sky&lt;br /&gt;and lately the weather has been so bi-polar&lt;br /&gt;and consequently so have i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8181120194499799540?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8394592102638691333</id><published>2005-04-16T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:24.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i talked to the rents about Into the Woods last night=we bought another nose today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to dye my hair again today b/c it'll be white by the show if i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really hate writing outlines for apush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone remember the dates and times for the show at hawfields?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8394592102638691333?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1639630563580196011</id><published>2005-04-15T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:23.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not incredibly excited about next week.</title><content type='html'>"Someday, the light will shine like a sun through my skin &amp; they will say, What have you done with your life? &amp; though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end, I will be proud to say, I was one of us."&lt;br /&gt;--"One of Us", brian andreas&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;it'll all be worth it later...i'm just not great at being patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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week.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8123000800948011244</id><published>2005-04-13T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:22.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>"Spring is like a perhaps hand &lt;br /&gt;(which comes carefully &lt;br /&gt;out of Nowhere)arranging &lt;br /&gt;a window,into which people look(while &lt;br /&gt;people stare&lt;br /&gt;arranging and changing placing &lt;br /&gt;carefully there a strange &lt;br /&gt;thing and a known thing here)and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing everything carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring is like a perhaps &lt;br /&gt;Hand in a window &lt;br /&gt;(carefully to &lt;br /&gt;and fro moving New and &lt;br /&gt;Old things,while &lt;br /&gt;people stare carefully &lt;br /&gt;moving a perhaps &lt;br /&gt;fraction of flower here placing &lt;br /&gt;an inch of air there)and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without breaking anything."&lt;br /&gt;--e.e.cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8123000800948011244?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8123000800948011244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8123000800948011244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8123000800948011244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2546013774974614841</id><published>2005-04-10T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:22.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson of endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;i'll tell you flat out&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;it hurts so much to think of this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;so from my thoughts i will exclude&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;the very thing that i hate more than everything is&lt;BR&gt;the way i'm powerless&lt;BR&gt;to dictate my own moods&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i've thrown away&lt;BR&gt;so many things that could've been much more&lt;BR&gt;and&lt;EM&gt; i just pray my problems go away if they're ignored&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;but that's not the way it works&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;no that's not the way it works&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;when i go down&lt;BR&gt;i go down hard&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and i take everything i've learned&lt;BR&gt;and teach myself some disregard&lt;BR&gt;when i go down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;it hurts to hit the bottom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;and of the things that got me there&lt;BR&gt;i think if only i had fought them&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;if and when i can&lt;BR&gt;clear myself of this clouded mind&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i'll watch myself settle down&lt;BR&gt;into a place where&lt;BR&gt;peace can search me out and find&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;that &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;i'm so ready to be found&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i've thrown away&lt;BR&gt;the hope i had in friendships&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i've thrown away&lt;BR&gt;so many things that could have been much more&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;i've thrown away&lt;BR&gt;the secret to find an end to this&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;and i just pray&lt;BR&gt;my problems go away if they're ignored&lt;BR&gt;but that's not the way it works&lt;BR&gt;no that's not the way it works&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;when i go down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i go down &lt;EM&gt;hard&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;and i take everything i've learned&lt;BR&gt;and teach myself some disregard&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;when i go down&lt;BR&gt;it hurts to hit the bottom&lt;BR&gt;and of the things that got me there&lt;BR&gt;i think if only i had fought them&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;any control i thought i had just slips right through my hands&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;while &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimands me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;reprimands me&lt;BR&gt;then and there i confess&lt;BR&gt;i'll blame all this on my selfishness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;yet You love me&lt;BR&gt;and that consumes me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and i'll stand up again&lt;BR&gt;and do so willingly&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;You give me hope&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;U&gt;hope it gives me life&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;You touch my heavy heart&lt;BR&gt;and when You do you make it light&lt;BR&gt;as i exhale i hear your voice&lt;BR&gt;and i answer You&lt;BR&gt;though i hardly make a noise&lt;BR&gt;and from my lips &lt;EM&gt;the words i choose to say seem pathetic&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but it's a fallen man's praise&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;because i love You&lt;BR&gt;oh God, i love You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and life is now worth living&lt;BR&gt;if only because of You&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT size=5&gt;when they say that i am dead and gone&lt;BR&gt;it won't be further from the truth&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;when i go down&lt;BR&gt;i lift my eyes to You&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i won't look very far&lt;BR&gt;cause &lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;You'll be there&lt;BR&gt;with open arms&lt;BR&gt;to lift me up again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;to lift me up again&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Anyone who meets a testing challenge head-on and manages to stick it out is very fortunate. For such persons loyally in love with God, the reward is life and more life."  --james 1:12&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2546013774974614841?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2546013774974614841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/lesson-of-endurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2546013774974614841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2546013774974614841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/lesson-of-endurance.html' title='a lesson of endurance'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-348044516216910805</id><published>2005-04-09T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:21.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the roller coaster dips again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i know that i'm all moody and angry and emotional far too often. i just want to start all over and stop making messes.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and this week the trend&lt;BR&gt;was to borrow all the strength that You could lend&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;to keep my head above the water and not descend&lt;BR&gt;back to where i said i'd never go again&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so i say&lt;BR&gt;give me a solution&lt;BR&gt;and watch me run with it&lt;BR&gt;and then You gave&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663333&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;You gave me a solution&lt;BR&gt;what have i done with it?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;cause &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663333&gt;i was absolutely sure i had it all figured out&lt;BR&gt;way back then&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;but &lt;EM&gt;after this day it's this week all over again&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and&lt;FONT size=4&gt; i just want to get mugged at knifepoint&lt;BR&gt;to get cut enough to wake me up&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;cause i know that i don't want to die&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;sitting around watching my life go by&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;and what we take from this is what we'll get&lt;BR&gt;and we havn't quite figured it out just yet&lt;BR&gt;because &lt;FONT size=5&gt;all of us are all too stuck&lt;BR&gt;strapped to a chair watching our lives blow up&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;stuck watching our lives blow up...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-348044516216910805?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/348044516216910805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-roller-coaster-dips-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/348044516216910805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/348044516216910805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-roller-coaster-dips-again.html' title='and the roller coaster dips again.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6553610669053693709</id><published>2005-04-09T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:21.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today=</title><content type='html'>*my mom's birthday=chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;*working on too many projects&lt;br /&gt;*the beverage gallery with my jenny =)&lt;br /&gt;*beautiful, wonderful sunshine and green grass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6553610669053693709?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6553610669053693709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6553610669053693709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6553610669053693709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title='today='/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4950533148800845306</id><published>2005-04-07T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:19.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swing dancing, anyone?</title><content type='html'>there's gonna be a swing dance thing @ western high school friday night from 7-11...and it's $5 to get in...and it's super fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has the time and the guts to try...let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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anyone?'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4202081050684221109</id><published>2005-04-06T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:19.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a silly, silly girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i worry a whole lot. about school, about ap tests, about people, about faith, about other people's faith, about the play, about getting enough sleep and exercise, about spending time with God, about spending time with just me, and on and on and on...and it's all really silly.&lt;EM&gt; i cannot control other people and i cannot count on my plans.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so i was in my room last night stretching and listening to music and enjoying the candles and God was just like...you don't have to worry! i'm so much bigger than all of this and i'm taking care of you...and you're going to be alright if you just let me handle it all. and i have to do that. it's a whole lot easier said than done...and i really don't like being in situations where i can't do anything...but i guess i'll have to just get over that. &lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;and stop waiting for things to all be completely ok and comfortable because they never will be&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i used to see the world in black and white&lt;BR&gt;now i find myself lost in a fog of grey&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;i thought the &lt;a href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=1&amp;k=good%20guys" onmouseover="window.status='good guys'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;good guys&lt;/a&gt; always won the fight&lt;BR&gt;but i've learned life simply doesn't work that way&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;i once believed if i loved others &lt;BR&gt;they would love &lt;a href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=1&amp;k=me%20too" onmouseover="window.status='me too'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;me too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but i've seen that isn't always so&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;i thought that inner peace would come from trusting who i am&lt;BR&gt;but it's really about trusting who i know&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;so when the winds of change try to blow me over&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and the shadows of confusion hide the truth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i will hope in the One who is forever&lt;BR&gt;i will run to You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i will run to You&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;ever since the moment life began &lt;BR&gt;humankind has tried to solve its mysteries&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;so many things we cannot comprehend&lt;BR&gt;so we draw conclusions that we can believe&lt;BR&gt;well, i know that Your hands have placed the earth upon the seas&lt;BR&gt;and pitched a tent in the heavens for the sun&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;the Author of the universe is the Father who loves me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;so only one conclusion can be drawn&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;when the winds of change try to blow me over&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000 size=5&gt;and the shadows of confusion hide the truth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i will hope in the One who is forever&lt;BR&gt;i will run to You&lt;BR&gt;i will run to You&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;when i face the questions that seem to have no answers&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;and i know my friends are but a precious few&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;i will hope in the love that never changes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i will run to You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;though the perils of life seem &lt;EM&gt;so great&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and hope seems so frail&lt;BR&gt;You never fail, no&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;shadows may not disappear&lt;BR&gt;but You've always made it clear&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;truth will prevail&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;You will prevail&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;so when the winds of change try to blow me over&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and the shadows of confusion hide the truth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i will hope in the One who is forever&lt;BR&gt;i will run to You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i will run to You&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4202081050684221109?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4202081050684221109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-silly-silly-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4202081050684221109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4202081050684221109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-silly-silly-girl.html' title='i&amp;#39;m a silly, silly girl.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7583116422617384778</id><published>2005-04-04T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:18.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i want a nap. and prayer is always great. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7583116422617384778?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7583116422617384778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7583116422617384778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7583116422617384778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1524746559445100366</id><published>2005-04-03T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:18.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There is a path before each person that seems right, but it ends in death."&lt;br /&gt;--proverbs 14:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sermon this morning was on wisdom...like the wisdom that people have about living on their own, and the wisdom about living that God has. it was about how God asks us to live in a way that seems strange and illogical sometimes, and so we do what seems right and sensible to us and the most logical at the time, and then wonder later why our lives have fallen apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like the American dream to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1524746559445100366?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1524746559445100366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-path-before-each-person-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1524746559445100366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1524746559445100366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-path-before-each-person-that.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5640718134802353505</id><published>2005-03-31T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:17.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;well, it's official: i have just sent the first scholarship essay. *breathes a sigh of relief*&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i've had so much to do this week and i've just been pushing hard to get finished and not really thinking about spring break. i'm super close to being done with all of the homework and i think i can maybe just relax for the next couple days. i'm trying really hard to imagine that....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;can’t believe that i did it again&lt;BR&gt;wake me up from this nightmare&lt;BR&gt;‘cause this monster is &lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;wasting me away&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and taking my days&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;everyday i live a bit less&lt;BR&gt;one night leads to another&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;even if I went back &lt;BR&gt;would they recognize me &lt;BR&gt;or criticize me&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663333&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;who are you that lies when you stare in my face&lt;BR&gt;telling me that i’m just a trace of the person i once was&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;cause i just can't tell if you're telling the truth or a lie&lt;BR&gt;on you i just can't rely &lt;BR&gt;after all you're just a piece of glass&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;&lt;EM&gt;still i control this nightmare&lt;BR&gt;when i call it answers&lt;BR&gt;but i can't tell it when to come or when to stay&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;who are you that lies when you stare in my face&lt;BR&gt;telling me that i’m just a trace of the person i once was&lt;BR&gt;cause &lt;FONT color=#330033&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;i just can't tell if you're telling the truth or a lie&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003300&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;on you i just can't rely&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;after all you're just a piece of glass&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;don’t talk&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660000&gt;listen&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;hold me tighter&lt;BR&gt;stay with me just for a while&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;until the sun shines stay with me&lt;BR&gt;just give me one more day &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;who are you that lies when you stare in my face&lt;BR&gt;telling me that i’m just a trace of the person i once was&lt;BR&gt;cause we're not the same &lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;you're just a picture of me&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;you’re gone as soon as i leave&lt;BR&gt;you've lived my life for me&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;&lt;U&gt;you're no more than a piece of glass&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;oh...i just got it! it's a mirror...and oh how true....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5640718134802353505?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5640718134802353505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/ready-to-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5640718134802353505'/><link rel='self' 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color=#cc66cc&gt;u&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;r&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;l&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;e&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i went to the thing at drago's last night and won trivial pursuit--who'd have thought? and i participated when we played whiffleball and bocce ball...and enjoyed it (triple shocker)! ;)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i found this this morning and thought it was &lt;EM&gt;wonderful&lt;/EM&gt;:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"&lt;STRONG&gt;He reached down from heaven and&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;rescued me&lt;/STRONG&gt;; he drew me out of deep waters. He delivered me from my powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me. They attacked me at a moment &lt;EM&gt;when I was weakest&lt;/EM&gt;, but the Lord upheld me. &lt;U&gt;He led&lt;/U&gt; &lt;U&gt;me to a place of safety&lt;/U&gt;; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=5&gt;he rescued me because he delights in me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;."&lt;BR&gt;--psalm 18:16-19&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2845125598544431157?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2845125598544431157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-hair-is-super-nifty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2845125598544431157'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and You have done it &lt;BR&gt;for what's seems the millionth time&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;whenever i hear &lt;BR&gt;of Your saving grace &lt;BR&gt;and how You gave Your life &lt;BR&gt;in exchange for mine&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;BR&gt;sometimes i wonder why You even love me &lt;BR&gt;and why You ever chose to call me child&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt;hen i remember &lt;BR&gt;it's by Your sacrifice &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;&lt;U&gt;i can say that &lt;BR&gt;i am Yours and You are mine &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;it doesn't take much &lt;BR&gt;for me to shed a tear &lt;BR&gt;and You have done so many things &lt;BR&gt;to make me cry &lt;BR&gt;whenever i think &lt;BR&gt;of &lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;all that i've done wrong &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;and everything that You have done &lt;BR&gt;to make it right&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;sometimes i wonder why You even love me &lt;BR&gt;and why You ever chose to call me child&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt;hen i remember &lt;BR&gt;it's by Your sacrifice &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;&lt;U&gt;i can say that &lt;BR&gt;i am Yours and You are mine &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;it doesn't take much &lt;BR&gt;for my heart to break &lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;You have done it &lt;BR&gt;for what's seems the millionth time &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2995805660040830319?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4398999996370131535</id><published>2005-03-26T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:16.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought they were funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"this is a rare picture of the Easter scorpion &amp; if you ever wondered who started all those stupid rumors about a bunny, well, now you know."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;--brian andreas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"You don't have to believe in the Easter scorpion, but it'll still put a little more juice into the whole idea of putting your hand into dark places looking for eggs."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;--brian andreas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4398999996370131535?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4398999996370131535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-thought-they-were-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4398999996370131535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4398999996370131535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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there's an egg hunt at church today, and we're going out to eat with my aunt and uncle tonight...and i'm going to goodwill later! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6284558788828386831?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6284558788828386831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-going-to-be-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6284558788828386831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6284558788828386831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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getting purple highlights on tuesday. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to start working on my environmental video...but i don't really know how. there are several movie clips that i want in it...but i don't know how to save them and put them in it...and if anyone already knows info on the evils of diamond mining...let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to this song the other day...and i realized again just how much i need to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got one of those brains&lt;br /&gt;that can't remember where i set my keys&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i could recite every hurtful word ever spoken to me&lt;br /&gt;i say i forgive &lt;br /&gt;i try to forget&lt;br /&gt;but it's like getting caught in a rainstorm &lt;br /&gt;and tryin' not to get wet&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've weathered my share of wrongs &lt;br /&gt;by God's grace i am slowly dryin' off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've carefully compiled&lt;br /&gt;a list of names and faces&lt;br /&gt;and i can point out the scars that each one gave me&lt;br /&gt;and i've plotted my revence &lt;br /&gt;fueled by these mental images&lt;br /&gt;but today i'm thowing all my pictures away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause love doesn't keep a record of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;it lets go&lt;br /&gt;it moves on&lt;br /&gt;oh cause time goes by too fast&lt;br /&gt;to keep painting pictures of the past....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6208440287685025664?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6208440287685025664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-super-ready-for-this-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lost...*tear*...but i really had a great time! i got into it and i think i followed along really well--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't tell anyone. ;) shhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8170310265922871530?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8170310265922871530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-family-will-disown-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8170310265922871530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8170310265922871530'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;just thought it was time for an update...&lt;br /&gt;*my dad's birthday was monday=flan at la cocina (mmm...)&lt;br /&gt;*i'm super ready to sleep in next week&lt;br /&gt;*i'm thinking the teacher-student game will be interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I was taller than I looked, she said, but that belief is not without difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;--"believing tall", brian andreas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4640878054424188817?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4640878054424188817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/carries-lot-of-suitcases-but-all-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;BR&gt;take what You want&lt;BR&gt;'cause i have no use for it anyway&lt;BR&gt;well &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;of all the stupid things i've ever said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this could be the worst &lt;BR&gt;may be the best&lt;BR&gt;but those are the breaks&lt;BR&gt;these are the bruises&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and if i can't give myself away &lt;BR&gt;i'm the only one who loses&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;and i don't want to lose this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it is the sea that makes the sailor&lt;BR&gt;and the land that shapes the sea&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;and i do not know yet what i am made of&lt;BR&gt;or all i may someday be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and it is the wood that makes a carpenter&lt;BR&gt;it's the very tools of his trade&lt;BR&gt;and it is love that makes a lover&lt;BR&gt;and a cross that makes a saint&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;here is my song&lt;BR&gt;listen if you will&lt;BR&gt;but i have no heart for it anymore&lt;BR&gt;i just have half a mind to cut it loose&lt;BR&gt;and if it sails off into the blue&lt;BR&gt;then&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;i'll just let it soar&lt;BR&gt;and the sky is good at keeping&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i won't be any poorer&lt;BR&gt;for giving it its freedom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;and here's one for freedom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;it is the sea that makes the sailor&lt;BR&gt;and the land that shapes the sea&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;and i do not know yet what i am made of&lt;BR&gt;or all i may someday be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and it is the wood that makes a carpenter&lt;BR&gt;it's the very tools of his trade&lt;BR&gt;and it is love that makes a lover&lt;BR&gt;and a cross that makes a saint &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, of all the stupid things I've ever said&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;this could be the worst &lt;BR&gt;may be the best&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;but those are the breaks...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i always come back to rich mullins--he had &lt;EM&gt;such&lt;/EM&gt; astounding faith...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2974076486195350277?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2974076486195350277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/off-to-college-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2974076486195350277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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size='1'&gt;Kablam!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Secret World of Alex Mack&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' 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Nickelodeon Show Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-616062320739716651?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/616062320739716651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-loved-this-showbut-clarissa-was-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/616062320739716651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/616062320739716651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-loved-this-showbut-clarissa-was-my.html' title='i loved this show...but clarissa was my favorite'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-77180029879840654</id><published>2005-03-14T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:12.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I promise you not a moment will be lost as long as I have heart &amp; voice to speak &amp; we will walk again together with a thousand others &amp; a thousand more &amp; on &amp; on until there is no one among us who does not know the truth: there is no future without love."&lt;br /&gt;--brian andreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be real. it's time to be honest, open, and to live life like i'm not afraid. unafraid to love people and to wake up in the morning vividly loving my Creator. i refuse to live like our society says to. i refuse to be fake and mask what i am. i will love me, i will love others, and i will love my God authentically and unashamedly. and in the words of william lloyd garrison, "i will be heard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-77180029879840654?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/77180029879840654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Your alter ego is Princess Aurora, a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty! You are beautiful and enchanting, and as sweet as ever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='94' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;94%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' 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title='yay!'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-3376385599236557684</id><published>2005-03-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:11.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;acquire the fire was super great...much better than last year. less commercial, more relative, and the newsboys concert was lovely. they did this song and i really really liked it: &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;all my world&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600 size=4&gt;all i've lost&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;the wrecks i've made here&lt;BR&gt;the lives it cost&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Your hand restores&lt;BR&gt;Your works make &lt;FONT color=#660000 size=4&gt;whole&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;with all my soul&lt;BR&gt;i thank You&lt;BR&gt;i owe You&lt;BR&gt;all my devotion&lt;BR&gt;all that i have to give&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;here's my devotion&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;You're all that it means to live&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;all my past&lt;BR&gt;my tainted main&lt;BR&gt;You stole its legacy&lt;BR&gt;of pride and shame&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You're all i love&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're all i fear&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;i'm drawing near&lt;BR&gt;to face You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;to know You&lt;BR&gt;to show You devotion&lt;BR&gt;all that i have to give&lt;BR&gt;here's my devotion&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;You're all that it means to live&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;You found me&lt;BR&gt;in a shallow grave&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#996633 size=4&gt;You tracked me out from beneath it all&lt;BR&gt;You healed me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;saved me&lt;BR&gt;in the nick of time&lt;BR&gt;Your perfect time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;i devote all i have to You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i devote all that You've made new&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;all You restored that day You bled&lt;BR&gt;all that You brought back from the dead&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;devotion&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;all that i have to give&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;here's my devotion&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;You're all that it means to live&lt;/FONT&gt;&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/7068624805740581508-3376385599236557684?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1617908527274439202</id><published>2005-03-10T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:11.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i needed to hear this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;why do you put your trust in such shallow things?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600&gt;you're told that they will bring you love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;you should know better&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=5&gt;there is more than this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;you may once have known Me&lt;BR&gt;or maybe not&lt;BR&gt;but &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I have known you since before your time began&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;meet the Creator of man&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I can't help you&lt;BR&gt;if you look at yourself&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I can't heal you&lt;BR&gt;if your mind's somewhere else&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;let Me love you&lt;BR&gt;put your eyes on Me and I'll be your strength&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;you talk about a strength that comes from within&lt;BR&gt;but there's no energy that does not come from Me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;U&gt;won't you look at Me?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I can't help you&lt;BR&gt;if you look at yourself&lt;BR&gt;I can't heal you&lt;BR&gt;if your mind's somewhere else&lt;BR&gt;let Me love you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;put your eyes on Me and I'll be your strength&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;to Me &lt;STRONG&gt;you are so special&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;so special &lt;BR&gt;can't you see?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;---------------------&lt;---------------&lt;----------------&lt;------@&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and congrats to the cast of &lt;EM&gt;We Were Young That Year&lt;/EM&gt;! &lt;BR&gt;                                                              =)  break a leg tomorrow...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                                  @------------&gt;--------------&gt;------------------&lt;BR&gt;"Oh! &lt;FONT color=#009900 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;May the God of green hope&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;fill you up with&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;joy&lt;/FONT&gt;, fill you up with &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcccc size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;peace&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;, so that your believing lives, filled with the &lt;FONT color=#ffcc33 size=4&gt;life-giving energy&lt;/FONT&gt; of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;hope&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;!"&lt;BR&gt;--romans 15:13&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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this.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5654125031024671053</id><published>2005-03-09T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:10.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              and i hate ap classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5654125031024671053?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4997535033360043837</id><published>2005-03-07T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:10.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;like one of the writers of Psalms, i'm &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;completely&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; out of answers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"So &lt;FONT size=5&gt;where&lt;/FONT&gt; is the love you're so famous for, Lord? What happened to your promise..."&lt;BR&gt;--psalm 89:49&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i know that &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;i don't belong here&lt;/FONT&gt;..and i desperately want to go home.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"If you lived on the world's terms, the world would love you as one of its own. But since &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;I picked you&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;to live on God's terms and no longer on the world's terms, the world is going to hate you...they are going to do all these things to you because of the way they treated me, because &lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;they don't know&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;the One who sent me."&lt;BR&gt;--john 15:19,21&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hey daddy...&lt;BR&gt;can you pick up all of the pieces and &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;fix me&lt;/FONT&gt;?&lt;BR&gt;i need you to teach me to be quiet and happy with the things i have&lt;BR&gt;and to understand that i don't need anyone else to love me&lt;BR&gt;and that after everything that has gone wrong...&lt;BR&gt;that i can still be &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;special&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4997535033360043837?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4997535033360043837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-one-of-writers-of-psalms-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4997535033360043837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4997535033360043837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-one-of-writers-of-psalms-im.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-9008050201444233803</id><published>2005-03-07T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:09.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and more homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-9008050201444233803?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/9008050201444233803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-more-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/9008050201444233803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/9008050201444233803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-more-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-3215206325771754901</id><published>2005-03-05T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:09.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i must see the One who walked the earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i keep coming back to this song:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;40 days in hollywood &lt;BR&gt;40 nights in hell&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;how's life in your comfort zone?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;out here on sacred ground i'm doing swell&lt;BR&gt;the new word is i'm crazy &lt;BR&gt;could have told you that before&lt;BR&gt;but&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt; if you've got the guts to join me &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;leave your sandals at the door&lt;BR&gt;because &lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=5&gt;there's no turning back&lt;BR&gt;no wasting time&lt;BR&gt;no giving up on what i know is mine&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;no way i'm stopping &lt;BR&gt;not a chance i'm backing down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;i've come to fight for mercy &lt;BR&gt;and take this angel town&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i hear it so clear &lt;BR&gt;it pounds upon my heart&lt;BR&gt;who will give ear?&lt;BR&gt;and sacrifice to start?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;am I alone? &lt;BR&gt;if so it is well with me&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;do you know that the truth will set you free&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;40 days in hollywood&lt;BR&gt;40 nights in hell&lt;BR&gt;sweet seduction plagues the streets &lt;BR&gt;and i know now why she fell&lt;BR&gt;but &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;there's no time for distractions &lt;BR&gt;and i will not close my eyes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;i'm hunting for the hurting&lt;BR&gt;desperate in their cries&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i hear it so clear &lt;BR&gt;it pounds upon my heart&lt;BR&gt;who will give ear?&lt;BR&gt;and sacrifice to start?&lt;BR&gt;am I alone? &lt;BR&gt;if so it is well with me&lt;BR&gt;do you know that &lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;the truth will set you free...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-3215206325771754901?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/3215206325771754901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-must-see-one-who-walked-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3215206325771754901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3215206325771754901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-must-see-one-who-walked-earth.html' title='i must see the One who walked the earth'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7033756705401737445</id><published>2005-03-04T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:08.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself." &lt;BR&gt;--Harvey Fierstein&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."&lt;BR&gt;--Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." &lt;BR&gt;--E. M. Forster&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness. Our life is frittered away by detail."&lt;BR&gt;--Henry David Thoreau&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i really like kendall payne...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;child, don't close your eyes&lt;BR&gt;the truth contains much beauty&lt;BR&gt;and though it scars your soul&lt;BR&gt;it can heal the wounds it makes&lt;BR&gt;you've been deceived &lt;BR&gt;to think that pain is to be dreaded&lt;BR&gt;when you've got nothing left&lt;BR&gt;it'll give more than it takes&lt;BR&gt;if you can be honest&lt;BR&gt;i can be too&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7033756705401737445?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7033756705401737445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4124148942097694719</id><published>2005-03-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:08.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just be still....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;easy isn't what I'd call this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;who knows what easy means&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;the more I try to make this happen the less it's clear to me&lt;BR&gt;the hope that keeps me moving is in Your promises to me&lt;BR&gt;and right now that's enough&lt;BR&gt;it's gonna have to be&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;sometimes yes&lt;BR&gt;sometimes no&lt;BR&gt;sometimes that's the way it goes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;You're not giving any secrets away&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;who's to know&lt;BR&gt;who's to say&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;sometimes it's hard to live this way&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;holding on&lt;BR&gt;letting go&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;when it's sometimes yes and sometimes no&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wanna know just what it looks like&lt;BR&gt;what the answer's gonna be&lt;BR&gt;i wanna grab a hold of something &lt;BR&gt;to give me some security&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;and know it's You i'm hearing &lt;BR&gt;gently helping me to see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;when everything i've prayed for &lt;BR&gt;is not Your will for me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and it's not poetic justice that has me waiting all this while&lt;BR&gt;it's the way a loving father deals with his child&lt;BR&gt;so this is how i'm learning &lt;BR&gt;holding on and letting go&lt;BR&gt;sometimes yes and sometimes no...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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still....'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8833768072121873806</id><published>2005-02-27T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:07.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>was doing outlines for preudhomme and thought it was nifty...</title><content type='html'>"I have been called a pioneer....a pioneer is a man who comes to a virgin country, traps off all the fur, kills off all the wild meat, cuts down all the trees, grazes off all the grass, plows the roots up, and strings ten million miles of wire. A pioneer destroys things and calls it civilization. I wish to God this country was just like it was when i first saw it and that none of you folks were here at all."&lt;br /&gt;--Charles Marion Russell, frontier artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made me think of a rich mullins song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the Lord said let there be and there was &lt;br /&gt;on the earth below and in the sky above &lt;br /&gt;well then He knocked off work 'cause it was Friday night &lt;br /&gt;come Saturday morning everything was just alright &lt;br /&gt;sure enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the Lord said let man choose and man did &lt;br /&gt;well, there's been sorrow and trouble in the world ever since &lt;br /&gt;but there's hope for us still in the Word God says &lt;br /&gt;if we'd just be smart enough to just say yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8833768072121873806?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8833768072121873806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-doing-outlines-for-preudhomme-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8833768072121873806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8833768072121873806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-doing-outlines-for-preudhomme-and.html' title='was doing outlines for preudhomme and thought it was nifty...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4773573949616267291</id><published>2005-02-27T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:07.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Hour Famine went wonderfully...more on that later</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i search the diamond sky &lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933&gt;i raise my voice and cry&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;seeking for answers why &lt;BR&gt;and a way to cope &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;the questions multiply &lt;BR&gt;as silence testifies &lt;BR&gt;and doubt comes to imply &lt;BR&gt;there is no hope &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;but deeper in me still &lt;BR&gt;there is a stronger will &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;when I've done all I can&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will stand with a higher faith &lt;BR&gt;trusting in a sovereign Lord above &lt;BR&gt;who is good and is just &lt;BR&gt;higher faith &lt;BR&gt;like a river running deep in me &lt;BR&gt;carries me upon the sea of grace &lt;BR&gt;into a higher faith &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;miracles are mysteries &lt;BR&gt;but they speak so clear to me &lt;BR&gt;of life's uncertainty&lt;BR&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;these blessings we embrace &lt;BR&gt;in this life are just a taste &lt;BR&gt;of a heaven that awaits &lt;BR&gt;I want to go &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;this journey is a trial &lt;BR&gt;a heartache for awhile &lt;BR&gt;but &lt;U&gt;when it all comes down &lt;BR&gt;i want to be found with a higher faith &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;trusting in a sovereign Lord above &lt;BR&gt;who is good and is just &lt;BR&gt;higher faith &lt;BR&gt;like a river running deep in me &lt;BR&gt;carries me upon the sea of grace &lt;BR&gt;into a higher faith &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4773573949616267291?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4773573949616267291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/30-hour-famine-went-wonderfullymore-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4773573949616267291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4773573949616267291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/30-hour-famine-went-wonderfullymore-on.html' title='30 Hour Famine went wonderfully...more on that later'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2213920323450376780</id><published>2005-02-23T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:07.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;time after time&lt;BR&gt;i find myself&lt;BR&gt;losing my mind&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i have to remind myself&lt;BR&gt;that this is just a waiting room&lt;BR&gt;and we're waiting for Your love&lt;BR&gt;oh, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;everything will be alright&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and everything will be ok&lt;BR&gt;if I don't let this world carry me to sin&lt;BR&gt;and I don't understand how&lt;BR&gt;we could be &lt;STRONG&gt;so blind&lt;/STRONG&gt; not to see&lt;BR&gt;the love that stands in front of&lt;BR&gt;in front of you and me&lt;BR&gt;don't doubt He Loves You&lt;BR&gt;day after day&lt;BR&gt;i find myself&lt;BR&gt;looking away&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;i have to remind myself&lt;BR&gt;that You're there and I belong to You&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;don't doubt He loves you, He loves me&lt;BR&gt;He loves me&lt;BR&gt;He loves you, He loves you, He loves you, He loves me&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2213920323450376780?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2213920323450376780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-after-time-ifind-myself-losing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2213920323450376780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2213920323450376780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-after-time-ifind-myself-losing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1791905581558750687</id><published>2005-02-18T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:06.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Therefore, beloved, looking forward to these things, be diligent to be found by Him in peace, without spot and blameless...."&lt;br /&gt;~2 peter 3:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1791905581558750687?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1791905581558750687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/therefore-beloved-looking-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1791905581558750687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1791905581558750687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/therefore-beloved-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5208121489109315738</id><published>2005-02-16T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:06.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105567579Hairspray.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hairspray&lt;/b&gt;. You just can't stop the beat!!! It doesn't matter what people say about you, you wanna live your life and fight for your cause! 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href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-scored-as-hairspray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5208121489109315738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5208121489109315738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-scored-as-hairspray.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7786771990756827588</id><published>2005-02-14T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:05.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll kill the thing that turns me away&lt;br /&gt;amputate the arm that will disobey&lt;br /&gt;withdraw from everything that's hurting me &lt;br /&gt;until You finish Your work in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7786771990756827588?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7786771990756827588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8693998529139834559</id><published>2005-02-13T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:05.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;the heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of the night&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;the heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight&lt;BR&gt;the heart is the match to the fire&lt;BR&gt;and the embers of desire&lt;BR&gt;to keep it burning&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600 size=5&gt;i am a shell&lt;/FONT&gt; of the manner and the means&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;mine is a story of nothing as it seems&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but when we have come this far&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;U&gt;still don't know who we are&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;does it keep burning?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;when it's over&lt;BR&gt;and you see it with your eyes&lt;BR&gt;would you rather have the truth or a lie?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i call for angels to breathe holy on this rust&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;i call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i need a massive overhaul&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;a revival to fall&lt;BR&gt;to keep it burning&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;when it's over&lt;BR&gt;and you see it with your eyes&lt;BR&gt;would you rather have the truth or a lie?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;the heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT color=#6666cc size=4&gt;my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the heart is the dream&lt;BR&gt;and the kiss&lt;BR&gt;that &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;there could be more than this&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;to keep it burning...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8693998529139834559?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8693998529139834559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/heart-is-lonely-thing-to-lose-in-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8693998529139834559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8693998529139834559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/heart-is-lonely-thing-to-lose-in-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5725913341851025085</id><published>2005-02-10T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:03.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cast list is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5725913341851025085?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5725913341851025085/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-198111643292381811</id><published>2005-02-05T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:03.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my semi-formal dress came while i was @ ECU...&lt;br /&gt;          and the extra super good news is that it fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and into the woods was...much more fun than doing homework. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-198111643292381811?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/198111643292381811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6191788608660970549</id><published>2005-02-05T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:16:02.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106715728Sesame Street.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/b&gt;. You love learning in creative, hands-on ways. You have many different qualities and diverse friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Care Bears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;My Little Pony&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Barney and Friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mighty Morphin Power Rangers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3718'&gt;Which Children's tv show are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grover is my favorite. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6191788608660970549?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6191788608660970549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6191788608660970549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6191788608660970549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4149501673010250597</id><published>2005-01-30T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:51:15.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is super awesome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming from the fire; limping, because of the pain. &lt;BR&gt;"One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So &lt;U&gt;I won't deny any of what you said&lt;/U&gt;. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. &lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things--trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. &lt;/FONT&gt;And that's just a funny thing, when you come to think of it. &lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;We're just babies making up a game, if you are right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentleman and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but &lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;that's small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;- Puddleglum, the Marshwiggle. Excerpt from "The Silver Chair" book 4 in the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i'm definitely not going to make it through this semester on my own...good thing i don't have to.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4149501673010250597?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4149501673010250597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-super-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4149501673010250597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4149501673010250597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-super-awesome.html' title='this is super awesome...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8911381468800829256</id><published>2005-01-25T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:22.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is anyone else going into homework overload?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;*dizziness&lt;br /&gt;*sleepyness (even after 8-10 hours of sleep and naps)&lt;br /&gt;*feeling blank&lt;br /&gt;*inability to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;*worry&lt;br /&gt;*forgetting to eat&lt;br /&gt;*wanting to take a "nervous breakdown" break&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8911381468800829256?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8911381468800829256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-anyone-else-going-into-homework_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8911381468800829256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8911381468800829256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-anyone-else-going-into-homework_25.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-3883414725525776986</id><published>2005-01-23T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>since most of the churches were closed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;here's my version.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;when you were born, you were &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;completely unwanted&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;. nobody cared enough to give you a bath, to give you a soft blanket to sleep on, to give you good things to eat. you were discarded and left in the middle of the road to die. not knowing what to do or how to live, you flailed around in the pain of a broken heart and the blood of your past. &lt;BR&gt;and then God walked by. he saw you and &lt;STRONG&gt;immediately loved you&lt;/STRONG&gt;, wanted to rock you in his arms and take care of you. he said, "it's okay. &lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;you don't have to cry--come here and let's get you all cleaned up&lt;/FONT&gt;." so you followed him and you grew up into a beautiful young woman. because you were still young and fragile, God spent lots of time taking care of you and always listened when you had a question or anything to say. he gave you a new dress and jewelry and even a crown &lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;U&gt;to show everyone how proud he was of you. &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;"you were provided with everything precious and beautiful...you were absolutely stunning." people all over the world found out how wonderful you were. &lt;BR&gt;but you began to let the praise go to your head. willingly, you turned away from the father who had given so much in his love for you. you &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;threw everything away &lt;/FONT&gt;for a few nights of pleasure, defiled the beautiful gifts and defiled yourself. you threw yourself at all kinds of men and threw the resulting children into the fire as a sacrifice to other gods. God was heartbroken. All of your actions made him angry and he had to punish you with the reputation you had earned. Still, he remembered you as an innocent young girl he said, "you'll remember your sorry past...you'll remember your past life and face the shame of it, but &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;when I make [amends] for you, make everything right after all you've done, it will leave you speechless&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i love how &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=5&gt;it doesn't matter how far she runs away&lt;/FONT&gt;...that there's always &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;a home to come back to&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;and a deep love that is completely unshakable. and &lt;EM&gt;it definitely has left me speechless&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it's definitely one of my favorite passages of the bible. it's in the message version here:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Ezekiel+16%3A4-63&amp;section=0&amp;version=msg&amp;new=1&amp;oq=&amp;NavBook=eze&amp;NavGo=16&amp;NavCurrentChapter=16"&gt;http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Ezekiel+16%3A4-63&amp;section=0&amp;version=msg&amp;new=1&amp;oq=&amp;NavBook=eze&amp;NavGo=16&amp;NavCurrentChapter=16&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and this is one of the best songs i've heard in a while...it's by Caedmon's Call and it's called "Mystery of Mercy"&lt;BR&gt;i am the woman at the well&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;&lt;U&gt;i am the harlot&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i am the scattered seed that fell along the path&lt;BR&gt;i am the son that ran away&lt;BR&gt;And i am the bitter son that stayed&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;my God, my God &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;why hast thou accepted me?&lt;BR&gt;when all my love was vinegar &lt;BR&gt;to a thirsty King&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;my God, my God &lt;BR&gt;why hast though accepted me?&lt;BR&gt;it's a mystery of mercy and the song&lt;BR&gt;the song I sing&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i am the angry man who came to stone the lover&lt;BR&gt;i am the woman there ashamed before the crowd&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9966&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i am the leper that gave thanks&lt;BR&gt;yet i am the nine that never came&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;my God, my God &lt;BR&gt;why hast thou accepted me?&lt;BR&gt;when all my love was vinegar &lt;BR&gt;to a thirsty King&lt;BR&gt;my God, my God &lt;BR&gt;why hast though accepted me?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;U&gt;it's a mystery of mercy &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and the song&lt;BR&gt;the song I sing&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;You made the seed that made the tree&lt;BR&gt;That made the cross that saved me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=6&gt;You gave me hope when there was none&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;You gave me only your Son&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;my God, Lord you are&lt;BR&gt;my God, my God, Lord &lt;FONT color=#993399 size=5&gt;you are...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-3883414725525776986?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/3883414725525776986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/since-most-of-churches-were-closed_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3883414725525776986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2355674935908903173</id><published>2005-01-16T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:20.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good when jesus comes to town.</title><content type='html'>...sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2355674935908903173?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-13393720056883270</id><published>2005-01-14T14:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:20.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;sometimes it's embarrassing &lt;BR&gt;to talk to You&lt;BR&gt;to hold a conversation with &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;the only one who sees right through&lt;BR&gt;this version of myself i try to hide behind&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;i'll bury my face &lt;BR&gt;because my disgrace will leave me terrified&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and sometimes i'm so thankful for Your loyalty&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You love regardless of&lt;BR&gt;the mistakes i make will spoil me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my confidence is, in a sense, a gift you've given me&lt;BR&gt;and i'm satisfied to realize You're all i'll ever need&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You looked into my life and never stopped&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;You're thinking all my thoughts&lt;BR&gt;are so simple&lt;BR&gt;but so beautiful&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and You recite my words right back to me&lt;BR&gt;before i even speak&lt;BR&gt;You let me know&lt;BR&gt;i am understood&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366&gt;sometimes i spend my time&lt;BR&gt;just trying to escape&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;i work so hard so desperately&lt;BR&gt; in an attempt to create space&lt;BR&gt;cause i want distance &lt;BR&gt;from the utmost important thing i know&lt;BR&gt;i see your love&lt;BR&gt;then turn my back&lt;BR&gt; and beg for you to go&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You looked into my life and never stopped&lt;BR&gt;and You're thinking all my thoughts&lt;BR&gt;are so simple&lt;BR&gt;but so beautiful&lt;BR&gt;and You recite my words right back to me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;before i even speak&lt;BR&gt;You let me know&lt;BR&gt;i am understood&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're the only one &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;who understands completely&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=5&gt;You're the only one who knows me &lt;BR&gt;yet still loves completely&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and sometimes the place i'm at &lt;BR&gt;is at a loss for words&lt;BR&gt;if i think of something worthy &lt;BR&gt;i know that its already Yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and through the times i've faded and You've outlined me again&lt;BR&gt;You've just patiently waited&lt;BR&gt;to bring me back and then&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You looked into my life and never stopped&lt;BR&gt;and You're thinking all my thoughts&lt;BR&gt;are so simple&lt;BR&gt;but so beautiful&lt;BR&gt;and You recite my words right back to me&lt;BR&gt;before i even speak&lt;BR&gt;You let me know&lt;BR&gt;i am understood&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the noise has broken my defense&lt;BR&gt;let me embrace salvation....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-13393720056883270?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/13393720056883270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-its-embarrassing-to-talk-to_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/13393720056883270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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think about the consequences &lt;BR&gt;sometimes i don't &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;i realize that falling down ain't graceful &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;but i thank the Lord that falling's full of grace &lt;BR&gt;sometimes i take my eyes off Jesus &lt;BR&gt;and you know &lt;U&gt;that's all it takes&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, i wish that i could say &lt;BR&gt;that at the close of every day &lt;BR&gt;i was happy with the way that i'm behaving &lt;BR&gt;'cause Job, he chased an answer &lt;BR&gt;the wise men chased the Child &lt;BR&gt;Jacob chased her fourteen years &lt;BR&gt;and he captured Rachel's smile &lt;BR&gt;and Moses chased the Promised Land &lt;BR&gt;Joseph chased a dream &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;David, he chased God's own heart &lt;BR&gt;All I ever seem to chase is me &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, they say a race can only have one winner &lt;BR&gt;and you know you've got to pull out front to win &lt;BR&gt;God knows the only time i'm winning &lt;BR&gt;is when i'm chasing Him &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so, i wish that i could say that at the close of every day &lt;BR&gt;i was happy with the way that i'm behaving &lt;BR&gt;'cause Samson chased a woman &lt;BR&gt;and he chased the Phillistines &lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i'm not quite sure what Jonah chased &lt;BR&gt;but i know he caught the sea &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;and Cain, he chased the harvest &lt;BR&gt;while Abel chased the beasts &lt;BR&gt;David, he chased God's own heart &lt;BR&gt;all i ever seem to chase is me &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and Jesus chased the money men &lt;BR&gt;and He chased His Father's will &lt;BR&gt;He chased my sin to Calvary &lt;BR&gt;and He caught it on that hill &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and Saul, he chased the Christians &lt;BR&gt;'til his blindness made him see&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;David, he chased God's own heart &lt;BR&gt;all I ever seem to chase is me&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;this semester, i want to chase after God's own heart like David did. i really like him, because he was constantly messing up but he loved God and had a really super-special relationship with Him...he was also a dancer. =)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN&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/7068624805740581508-8195502824038381982?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8195502824038381982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-exactly-resolution_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8195502824038381982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8195502824038381982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-exactly-resolution_03.html' title='not exactly a resolution'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1993428959970295206</id><published>2005-01-03T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:19.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=5&gt;love&lt;/FONT&gt; this guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;his name is &lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=4&gt;Brian Andreas&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;and he's wonderful. check out his art here: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.shopatartworks.com/productdetail.asp?id=stp0016&amp;mcid=36&amp;scid=56&amp;pageno=4"&gt;http://www.shopatartworks.com/productdetail.asp?id=stp0016&amp;mcid=36&amp;scid=56&amp;pageno=4&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable &amp; fall asleep &amp; miss your life." &lt;br /&gt;--brian andreas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1993428959970295206?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6089842510435679013</id><published>2004-12-30T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:18.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does anyone else have &lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;r&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;next semester?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6089842510435679013?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6089842510435679013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/does-anyone-else-have-r-t-next-semester_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6089842510435679013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6089842510435679013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/does-anyone-else-have-r-t-next-semester_30.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6546632674070853627</id><published>2004-12-30T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:17.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;the beach was...cold. except the last day--it was super nice...and warm and seagull-y and i learned to crochet! it takes forever, but it's pretty easy. my grandma sent me this:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#6666cc size=2&gt;"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. &lt;BR&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. &lt;BR&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. &lt;BR&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day. &lt;BR&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#6666cc size=2&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone. &lt;BR&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. &lt;BR&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others."&lt;BR&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=1&amp;k=audrey%20hepburn" onmouseover="window.status='Audrey Hepburn'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i just realized that after trying on clothes in the mall...my shirt was put back on inside out. oops. =)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6546632674070853627?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-289578863537605251</id><published>2004-12-25T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:16.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've officially spent an entire week cleaning all of the weird stuff out of my room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;it was a &lt;U&gt;lovely&lt;/U&gt; christmas. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this year was so different--the last time we stayed home was when i was 1! so waking up in my own bed was really weird...but we made breakfast...&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;real&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; breakfast! my family usually just grabs granola bars on the way out the door...but i made pancakes =) and then we went to see the polar express (the effects in it were amazing)...and then we had christmas with my nana. it was a really relaxed and peaceful day. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;cleaning out my room and going through old memories and meaningful objects (both positive and negative) really made me think a lot about what i like and don't like. i made a list of the things that i've decided i really, &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;really&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; like:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;candles&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;simplicity&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;me (shocker--i think i may have finally learned)&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;contentment&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;the velveteen rabbit&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;quiet&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;vintage metal canisters&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;scarves&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;chocolate&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;flowers&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;butterflies&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;black and white&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;my sister (another shocker)&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i read proverbs 31 again last night. that's the passage about the virtuous wife--it's really...something i aspire to. i guess i was really in a list-making mood b/c i made another list...here's what God says a virtuous wife is like:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;worth more than rubies                                 &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;trustworthy&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;full of good works&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;loyal&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;talented&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;selfless&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;innovative&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;intelligent&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;a night owl =)&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;generous&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;humble&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;confident&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;elegant&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;thrifty&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;strong&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;honorable&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;joyful&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;wise&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;kind&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;productive&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;blessed&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;God-loving =)&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;this is long enough. i hope you've had a wonderful christmas--and if not, that next year will be.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-289578863537605251?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/289578863537605251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-officially-spent-entire-week-cleaning_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/289578863537605251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/289578863537605251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-officially-spent-entire-week-cleaning_25.html' title='i&amp;#39;ve officially spent an entire week cleaning all of the weird stuff out of my room.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4896493153658389508</id><published>2004-12-19T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:16.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;this weekend...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it was ____________.   pick one:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;tiring&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;exciting&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;dreamy&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;lethargic&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;happy&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;fun&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;useful&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;rushed&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;playful&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;silly&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;sleepy&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4896493153658389508?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4896493153658389508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-weekend_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4896493153658389508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4896493153658389508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-weekend_19.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8414174599183164226</id><published>2004-12-14T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:15.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i feel like&lt;BR&gt;i would like&lt;BR&gt;to be somewhere else &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;doing something that matters&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i’ll admit here&lt;BR&gt;while I sit here&lt;BR&gt;my mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather&lt;BR&gt;what’s the purpose&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;it feels worthless&lt;BR&gt;so unwanted&lt;BR&gt;like i’ve lost all my value&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;i can’t find it&lt;BR&gt;not in the least bit&lt;BR&gt;and i’m just scared--so scared that i’ll fail you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and sometimes i think that i’m not any good at all&lt;BR&gt;and sometimes i wonder why&lt;BR&gt;why i’m even here at all&lt;BR&gt;But then &lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;You assure me&lt;BR&gt;i’m a little more than useless&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;and when i think that i can’t do this&lt;BR&gt;You promise me that i’ll get through this&lt;BR&gt;and do something right&lt;BR&gt;do something right &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;for once.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8414174599183164226?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8414174599183164226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/ifeel-like-iwould-like-to-be-somewhere_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8414174599183164226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8414174599183164226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/ifeel-like-iwould-like-to-be-somewhere_14.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-3680376212494319238</id><published>2004-12-11T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:14.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;fca went christmas caroling tonight and then to katie &amp; christie's for pizza and yummy dessert things.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;mmm....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;is it bad that i don't understand the whole "getting into the christmas spirit" thing? i like giving presesnts and wrapping presents and seeing people smile...and i really really like hot chocolate...but i don't like cold weather and i don't like the selfishness and stuff-mindset that goes along with the typical american christmas...and &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900 size=6&gt;i really really don't like christmas colors. &lt;FONT color=#666666 size=3&gt;i like green...but red is such an angry color...even if my grandma says it looks good on me. i think they look really ridiculous and &lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;gaudy&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;together. ew. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999&gt;"God bless you and keep you, God smile on you and gift you&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; God look you full in the face and make you prosper."&lt;BR&gt;--Numbers 6:24-26&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-3680376212494319238?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/3680376212494319238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/fca-went-christmas-caroling-tonight-and_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3680376212494319238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3680376212494319238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/fca-went-christmas-caroling-tonight-and_11.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1430259563498299153</id><published>2004-12-10T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:14.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>however many months later she returns. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we took Laura out for her birthday tonight. we went to maria's and then to see &lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;Ocean's 12&lt;/FONT&gt;...both of which were very good. it's so nice to be able to drive when i want with as many folks as i want...and I really want to get to know Laura better--nifty kid. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;while i was driving everyone home i remembered how absolutely &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;permeated&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; i am with opinions (of which not all are well backed up i admit) and i kept ranting about all of these different things (problems with authority figures, the 50s housewife mindset, etc.). i hope that i didn't irk anyone...i haven't gone off about things like that in a while...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;have i mentioned just how &lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=6&gt;glad&lt;/FONT&gt; i am that this semester is almost over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1430259563498299153?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1430259563498299153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/12/however-many-months-later-she-returns_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1430259563498299153'/><link 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Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600 size=4&gt;squalid&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;and&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;polluted&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt; society. Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night...."&lt;BR&gt;~philippians 2:14-15 &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7234078320333281482?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7234078320333281482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-everything-readily-and-cheerfully-no_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7234078320333281482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7234078320333281482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-everything-readily-and-cheerfully-no_05.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-3343109924916067200</id><published>2004-09-28T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:13.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;just got home from the &lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;talent&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00cccc&gt;show&lt;/FONT&gt;....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                             it was &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;m&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc33&gt;z&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;i&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;n&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;g&lt;/FONT&gt;!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;i was so proud of &lt;STRONG&gt;everyone--&lt;/STRONG&gt;i &lt;STRONG&gt;don't&lt;/STRONG&gt; agree with the judges&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;here's who i'd have picked&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;3rd: Bobbi Ruffin&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;2nd: Josh Martin, Morgan Gladden, Jeremy Huynh, and James Shuler &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;1st: Mike Brigham, A.J. Golding, and Austin Spitler&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                                                                        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;any changes?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-3343109924916067200?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/3343109924916067200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-got-home-from-talent-show_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3343109924916067200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/3343109924916067200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-got-home-from-talent-show_28.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8902372117692712735</id><published>2004-09-27T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:12.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trying really hard to not write the voice of democracy paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;wow it's been forever since i updated this....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;hello, dolly! is &lt;FONT color=#993399 size=6&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;finally &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;over and now i can get back to...&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;real&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;relient k&lt;/FONT&gt; has a new album coming out soon--i really like the lyrics to this song:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i watch the proverbial sunrise &lt;BR&gt;coming up over the pacific and&lt;BR&gt;you might think i'm losing my mind&lt;BR&gt;but i will shy away from the specifics&lt;BR&gt;'cuz i don't what you to know where i am &lt;BR&gt;'cuz then you'll see my heart&lt;BR&gt;in the saddest state it's ever been&lt;BR&gt;this is no place to try and live my life&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;that's exactly where i lost it&lt;BR&gt;see that line?&lt;BR&gt;well i never should have crossed it&lt;BR&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;well i never should have said that&lt;BR&gt;it's the very moment that &lt;BR&gt;i wish that i could take back&lt;BR&gt;i'm sorry for the person i became&lt;BR&gt;i'm sorry that it took so long for me to change&lt;BR&gt;i'm ready to &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;wish i never become that way again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'cuz who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i talk to absolutely no one&lt;BR&gt;couldn't keep to myself enough&lt;BR&gt;and the things bottle inside &lt;BR&gt;have finally begun to create so much pressure&lt;BR&gt;that i do blow up and&lt;BR&gt;i heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;BR&gt;sinking up to the beating of my heart&lt;BR&gt;and i was positive that unless&lt;BR&gt;i got myself together&lt;BR&gt;i would watch me fall apart &lt;BR&gt;and i can't let that happen again&lt;BR&gt;'cuz then you'll see my heart &lt;BR&gt;in the saddest state it's ever been&lt;BR&gt;this is no place to try and live my life&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;that's exactly where i lost it&lt;BR&gt;see that line?&lt;BR&gt;i never should have crossed it&lt;BR&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;i never should have said that&lt;BR&gt;it's the very moment that &lt;BR&gt;i wish that i could take back&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;that's exactly where i lost it&lt;BR&gt;see that line?&lt;BR&gt;well i never should have crossed it&lt;BR&gt;stop right there&lt;BR&gt;well i never should have said that&lt;BR&gt;it's the very moment that &lt;BR&gt;i wish that i could take back&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i'm sorry for the person i became&lt;BR&gt;i'm sorry that it took so long for me to change&lt;BR&gt;i'm ready to &lt;BR&gt;wish i never become that way again&lt;BR&gt;'cuz who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;and&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt; who i am will take the second chance You gave me &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;who i've been only ever made me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so sorry for the person i became&lt;BR&gt;so sorry that it took so long for me to change&lt;BR&gt;i'm ready to &lt;BR&gt;wish i never become that way again&lt;BR&gt;'cuz who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;who i am hates who i've been&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;listen to it here: &lt;A href="http://www.mmhmm.com"&gt;http://www.mmhmm.com&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8902372117692712735?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8902372117692712735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/09/trying-really-hard-to-not-write-voice_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8902372117692712735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8902372117692712735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/09/trying-really-hard-to-not-write-voice_27.html' title='trying really hard to not write the voice of democracy paper'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-119212915006738163</id><published>2004-08-02T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tey-has!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i'm back. and blank is exactly what i feel. i &lt;FONT color=#993399 size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;love&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; feeling this way though, b/c i don't have to worry about anything, &lt;STRONG&gt;i can just be&lt;/STRONG&gt; and be quiet and content and...peaceful. i'm usually so moody or worried or even overly excited...quiet is nice.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;the trip was definitely &lt;U&gt;not at all&lt;/U&gt; like i expected. God stretched me a whole lot more than i would have liked, but i definitely needed it. things i learned:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;God is determined to work in and through me.  no matter how many times I tell Him that I want to do what i want and not what He wants...He &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;refuses to give up&lt;/FONT&gt; on me. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;God's plans and my plans are complete opposites...but I end up much happier when I go with His plans.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;that i've been counting on my own strength to get me through...and that's why I can't do all the things i have to do and stay sane. =) &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;that i have to stop adding to what God asks me to do. it isn't healthy and it's another reason why i feel like i can't get everything done. He doesn't want me exhausted and burnt-out all the time. &lt;FONT color=#ff9900&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;"A thief is only there to steal and kill and destroy. I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of." ~John 10:10&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;that even though my family isn't perfect...i've got it good. the kids in Lubbock go through so much...they're so empty...&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;sometimes, the ways God uses me that are unexpected and seem small end up as the biggest and the most important.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;i learned just how much of a pride problem i have. i really like to be out in front of people...and i like it when things revolve around me. but it's not all about me. &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;U&gt;not even close&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;expecting and watching for miracles is the best way to see them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so yeah. that's about it for vague blanket concepts. but there's a song that describes a lot about how i feel now. i've been on a sara groves trip lately...it's called "One Thing I Know"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;well the clouds just parted &lt;BR&gt;on a corner of my life &lt;BR&gt;and i can see for miles &lt;BR&gt;and the things i was stuck on &lt;BR&gt;things i thought would never change &lt;BR&gt;they just broke open wide&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;this is the one thing i know&lt;BR&gt;You said You won't let me go &lt;BR&gt;You said You won't let me go&lt;BR&gt;You've done a good work in me &lt;BR&gt;and You won't quit till i'm free&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;well the veil just lifted &lt;BR&gt;and i can finally understand&lt;BR&gt; the way You work in me &lt;BR&gt;but even if i didn't &lt;BR&gt;You are still a sovreign God &lt;BR&gt;who has a plan for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this is the one thing i know&lt;BR&gt;You said You &lt;U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;won't&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/U&gt; let me go &lt;BR&gt;You said You won't let me go&lt;BR&gt;You've done a good work in me &lt;BR&gt;and You won't quit till i'm free&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it's good to know &lt;BR&gt;You work with hurting, broken souls &lt;BR&gt;that You'll take&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt; a soul like mine&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in all the world&lt;BR&gt;nothing's taken hold of me...like Christ&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this is the one thing&lt;BR&gt;this is the only thing&lt;BR&gt;You are the one thing&lt;BR&gt;You are the only thing&lt;BR&gt;this is the one thing I know....&lt;BR&gt;~sara groves&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-119212915006738163?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/119212915006738163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/08/tey-has_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/119212915006738163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/119212915006738163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/08/tey-has_02.html' title='tey-has!'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-9026765539017986383</id><published>2004-07-22T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:11.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;hey everyone! i'm leaving for the Texas mission trip...&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;today&lt;/FONT&gt;...so please pray for us! want to know about it? good.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;5 am *shudder*: getting up to clean before people come. ugh.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;6 am: Whitney's coming over to pick lice again...she's been at the beach all week...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;9 am: hopefully we'll be done and showered and ready b/c Greg is bringing us breakfast...yum.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;10-11? am: Joseph and Josh are coming over to work on a song to sing in Texas. then we'll eat...spaghetti.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;12:45 pm: going over to the church to leave. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;2 pm: leaving! yay!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;please pray for us...we'll need it!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;wow&lt;/FONT&gt; i need to get some sleep first.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-9026765539017986383?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/9026765539017986383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-everyone-im-leaving-for-texas_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/9026765539017986383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/9026765539017986383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-everyone-im-leaving-for-texas_22.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-520473307776242861</id><published>2004-07-22T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:11.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>schedules are out! hopefully things will change some...we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Semester:&lt;br /&gt;Dance Company--Fonville&lt;br /&gt;English 11 Honors--Steele&lt;br /&gt;Theatre Arts A Honors--Drago&lt;br /&gt;Latin 2--Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Semester:&lt;br /&gt;Art 1?!?!?!--Burgess&lt;br /&gt;AP Statistics--Hood&lt;br /&gt;AP US History--PreudHomme&lt;br /&gt;AP Envitonmental Science--Conetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-520473307776242861?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/520473307776242861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/schedules-are-out-hopefully-things-will_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/520473307776242861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/520473307776242861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/schedules-are-out-hopefully-things-will_22.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8050163237225714432</id><published>2004-07-19T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:10.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful daughter</title><content type='html'>gosh i'm excited...it's the perfect solution! i'm going to send out a monthly newsletter to my girls in War! that way, i can write them all more often and say more b/c it will be typed and double sided...much easier and more practical than writing 40-some individual letters every time. the title of it is "&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;a beautiful daughter&lt;/FONT&gt;" and it's &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;really&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8050163237225714432?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8050163237225714432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/beautiful-daughter_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8050163237225714432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8050163237225714432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/beautiful-daughter_19.html' title='a beautiful daughter'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-210567011179032600</id><published>2004-07-17T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:09.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;i&lt;STRONG&gt; really&lt;/STRONG&gt; love going to the dollar tree!&lt;/U&gt; we all went today and bought school supplies (i have this obsession with office supplies to it was very exciting), a new barbie dancer dress, baskets for the towels under the sink, hairbows and brushes! b/c i lice-i-fied the old ones...stickers and gift bags. we got some soap and such too. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i did work on the drama club scrapbook today. yes, i'm only halfway done with "You Can't Get There From Here" and the "Evening of Scenes" but...it will get done eventually. and i've really got to pick up the pace on the Scarlet Letter and the AP US History work. ouch.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i talked to Ryan tonight! he's such a cool kid, and i wish he'd realize how valuable he is. we need more people like Ryan! =)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;by the way, &lt;FONT size=6&gt;i saw "Newsies" tonight!&lt;/FONT&gt; it's just about one of the best musicals i've ever seen, ever. i mean really--the dancing is phenomenal, not to mention that both the dancing and multiple-part harmonies are being performed by fairly young guys. check it out: &lt;A href="http://homepage.mac.com/jmar/newsies/"&gt;http://homepage.mac.com/jmar/newsies/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;here are some lyrics from it...the song is called "Santa Fe"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So that's what they call a family&lt;BR&gt;Mother, daughter, father, son&lt;BR&gt;Guess that everything you heard about is true&lt;BR&gt;So you ain't got any family&lt;BR&gt;Well, who said you needed one?&lt;BR&gt;Ain't ya glad nobody's waitin' up for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;When I dream&lt;BR&gt;On my own&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'm alone but I ain't lonely&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For a dreamer night's the only time of day&lt;BR&gt;When the city's finally sleepin'&lt;BR&gt;All my thoughts begin to stray&lt;BR&gt;And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe&lt;BR&gt;And I'm free&lt;BR&gt;Like the wind&lt;BR&gt;Like I'm gonna live forever&lt;BR&gt;It's &lt;U&gt;a feeling time can never take away&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All I need's a few more dollars&lt;BR&gt;And I'm outta here to stay&lt;BR&gt;Dreams come true&lt;BR&gt;Yes, they do&lt;BR&gt;In Santa Fe&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Where does it say you gotta live and die here?&lt;BR&gt;Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Why should you only take what you're given?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Why should you spend your whole life livin'&lt;BR&gt;Trapped where there ain't no future&lt;BR&gt;Even at seventeen&lt;BR&gt;Breakin' your back for someone else's sake&lt;BR&gt;If the life don't seem to suit ya&lt;BR&gt;How 'bout a change of scene?&lt;BR&gt;Far from the lousy headlines&lt;BR&gt;And the deadlines in between&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Santa Fe&lt;BR&gt;Are you there?&lt;BR&gt;Do you swear you won't forget me?&lt;BR&gt;If I found you would you let me come and stay?&lt;BR&gt;I ain't gettin' any younger&lt;BR&gt;And before my dyin' day&lt;BR&gt;I want space&lt;BR&gt;Not just air&lt;BR&gt;Let 'em laugh in my face&lt;BR&gt;I don't care&lt;BR&gt;Save a place&lt;BR&gt;I'll be there&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;So that's what they call a family&lt;BR&gt;Ain't ya glad you ain't that way?&lt;BR&gt;Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;have i mentioned what a cool band &lt;STRONG&gt;BarlowGirl &lt;/STRONG&gt;is?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-210567011179032600?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/210567011179032600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-really-love-going-to-thedollar-tree_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/210567011179032600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/210567011179032600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-really-love-going-to-thedollar-tree_17.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-526841102863395802</id><published>2004-07-16T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:09.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! i hoped it would be an interesting sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whitney had it too, so we had a lice picking party and that made it not so awful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go into your LJ's archives.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-526841102863395802?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/526841102863395802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/haha-i-hoped-it-would-be-interesting_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/526841102863395802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/526841102863395802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/haha-i-hoped-it-would-be-interesting_16.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-8447051980882559087</id><published>2004-07-16T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:09.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days until Texas!</title><content type='html'>i did it! my hair is officially shorter than it's &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;ever&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt; been...and i &lt;EM&gt;really&lt;/EM&gt; like it! i want to get a picture on here soon...we'll see. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;me, my dad, a couple kids from the youth group, and martin's mom all went out to the scout camp that he works at last night...it was really really  cool, &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;even if i didn't understand anything&lt;/FONT&gt;. my dad had a great time, especially since he used to go to things like that all the time. and it was neat, b/c we hardly ever do anything together, and it wasn't awkward or anything. i really need to work on getting to know my dad better.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i cleaned the bathroom today! what fun...it actually kind of was, b/c my mom and sister were cleaning too, and being silly and listening to music.&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt; i really like alphabet soup and gilmore girls. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;quite a nice combination to round out the day, actually.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i found this this morning and thought it was &lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;super cool&lt;/FONT&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I pulled you in from all over the world, called you in from every dark corner of the earth, telling you, 'You're my servant, serving on my side. I've picked you. I haven't dropped you.' Don't panic. I'm with you. There's &lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;no need to fear &lt;/FONT&gt;for I'm your God. I'll give you strength. I'll help you. I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you. "&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;Count on it&lt;/FONT&gt;: Everyone who had it in for you will end up out in the cold--real losers. Those who worked against you will end up &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;empty-handed&lt;/FONT&gt;--nothing to show for their lives. When you go out looking for your old adversaries you won't find them--not a trace of your old enemies, not even a memory. That's right. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Because I, your God, have a firm grip on you and I'm not letting go.&lt;/FONT&gt; I'm telling you, 'Don't panic. I'm right here to help you.'" &lt;BR&gt;~isaiah 41:9-13&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;on to ap us history homework...ewww....=)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-8447051980882559087?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/8447051980882559087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-days-until-texas_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8447051980882559087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/8447051980882559087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-days-until-texas_16.html' title='7 days until Texas!'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5240890956124053799</id><published>2004-07-15T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:51:00.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pediculosis capitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;that's the scientific name for &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;head lice&lt;/FONT&gt;. ick. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;yeah...apparently i brought some critters from west virginia back with me. too bad we didn't catch it until &lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;2 weeks &lt;/FONT&gt;after we got it. Whitney had it too, so we had a lice picking party and that made it not so awful. we've treated our houses and have to treat our heads again in 10 days...well 8 now. i'm just &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;glad that it was us &lt;/FONT&gt;instead of someone else on the mission team, b/c we both got it when we went last summer and we knew how to treat it. i really hope i didn't give it to anyone else!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;on a more positive note, i'm going to get my &lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;hair cut &lt;/FONT&gt;today. i want to to be really...different. i want something choppy and short...hmm....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we found this at &lt;A href="http://headlice.org"&gt;http://headlice.org&lt;/A&gt;. me and Whitney sure thought it was funny:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;U&gt;Just One Lice is a Louse&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;        &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;by Judith A. Goren&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=5&gt;                           &lt;FONT size=4&gt;I don't think lice&lt;BR&gt;                                  are very nice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;They check in with their nits&lt;BR&gt;like your head is the Ritz.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;They come by the dozens&lt;BR&gt;and bring all their cousins.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;They make your scalp itch&lt;BR&gt;'til you scream like a witch.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;Every hair is a slide&lt;BR&gt;where they can crawl down and hide.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=4&gt;The nits cling to your roots&lt;BR&gt;like mud clings to your boots.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5240890956124053799?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5240890956124053799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/pediculosis-capitis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5240890956124053799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5240890956124053799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/pediculosis-capitis.html' title='pediculosis capitis'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2542609796855186285</id><published>2004-07-11T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:51:00.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought it was neat....</title><content type='html'>i came across this during the sermon this morning:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, &lt;STRONG&gt;sharp as a two-edged sword&lt;/STRONG&gt;."&lt;BR&gt;~proverbs 5:3-4&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but then i found this:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"For the word of God is living and powerful, and &lt;STRONG&gt;sharper than any two-edged sword&lt;/STRONG&gt;, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."&lt;BR&gt;~hebrews 4:12 &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;good to know....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2542609796855186285?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2542609796855186285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-thought-it-was-neat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2542609796855186285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2542609796855186285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-thought-it-was-neat.html' title='i thought it was neat....'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-239498938048588214</id><published>2004-07-09T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:59.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>definitely one of my favorite passages....</title><content type='html'>"...Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you. I've called your name. You're mine. When you're in over your head, I'll be there with you. When you're in rough waters,&lt;EM&gt; you will not go down&lt;/EM&gt;. When you're between a rock and a hard place, it won't be a dead end--Because I am God, your personal God, The Holy one of Israel, your Savior. I paid a huge price for you...that's how much you mean to me! That's how much I love you! &lt;STRONG&gt;I'd sell off the whole world to get you back, trade the creation just for you.&lt;/STRONG&gt; So don't be afraid: I'm with you. I'll round up all your scattered children, pull them in from east and west. I'll send orders north and south: 'Send them back. Return My sons from distant lands, My daughters from faraway places. I want them back, &lt;U&gt;every last one&lt;/U&gt; who bears My name, every man, woman, and child whom I created for My glory, yes, personally formed and made each one.... You're My handpicked servant so that you'll come to know and trust Me, understand both that I am and who I am. Previous to Me there was no such thing as a god, nor will there be after Me. I, yes I, am God. I'm the only Savior there is. I spoke, I saved, I told you what existed long before these upstart gods appeared on the scene. And you know it, you're My witnesses, &lt;EM&gt;you're the evidence&lt;/EM&gt;.... Yes, I am God. I've always been God and I always will be God. &lt;U&gt;No one can take anything from Me&lt;/U&gt;. I make; who can unmake it? ...Forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new. It's bursting out!&lt;STRONG&gt; Don't you see it?&lt;/STRONG&gt; There it is! I'm making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands...." &lt;BR&gt;~isaiah 43:1-7,10-13,18-19&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;oh, i &lt;FONT size=4&gt;love&lt;/FONT&gt; that passage! God used it in so many ways on the mission trip...with my girls in dance, the skits during praise and worship, when i gave my testimony (which was really cool by the way!) and then there's a guy named Jeff that's one of the leaders for our group. he's moving away to go back to school = ( but he was really discouraged one day and he found my Bible that was still opened to that from earlier in the day, it was just what he needed. &lt;STRONG&gt;i like how things like that work out....&lt;/STRONG&gt;   &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves...and keeps us present before God. &lt;EM&gt;That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good&lt;/EM&gt;."&lt;BR&gt;~romans 8:26-28 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-239498938048588214?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/239498938048588214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/definitely-one-of-my-favorite-passages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/239498938048588214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/239498938048588214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/definitely-one-of-my-favorite-passages.html' title='definitely one of my favorite passages....'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5594861898158435915</id><published>2004-07-07T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:59.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like the mountains oh-so-much....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the ballet company was...&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;great&lt;/FONT&gt; with more modern things, but not-so-great with traditional things. however, i don't like traditional ballet to start with, so &lt;U&gt;i was biased against that part to start with&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it rained. a lot. and the tents were pretty disgusting by the end of the weekend...but it was fun. we camped all the time when i was little, but we hadn't in a while. &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;i had really missed it.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and you know what i've decided? dating is really screwed up and i &lt;U&gt;don't&lt;/U&gt; like it. &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;why do people always end up hurting each other?&lt;/FONT&gt; i don't know about anyone else, but i sure don't enjoy being ripped to shreds by people i care about....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i guess this is where i am at the moment.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tuxedo in the closet, gold band in a box&lt;BR&gt;two days from the altar she went and &lt;BR&gt;called the whole thing off&lt;BR&gt;what he thought he wanted&lt;BR&gt;what he got instead&lt;BR&gt;leaves him broken and grateful&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i passed understanding a long, long time ago&lt;BR&gt;and the simple home of systems &lt;BR&gt;and &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;answers we all know&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what I thought I wanted&lt;BR&gt;what I got instead&lt;BR&gt;leaves me broken and somehow peaceful&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;i keep wanting You to be fair&lt;BR&gt;but that’s not what You said&lt;BR&gt;i want certain answers to these prayers&lt;BR&gt;but that’s not what You said&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;when I get to heaven I’m gonna go find Job&lt;BR&gt;i want to ask a few hard questions&lt;BR&gt;i  want to know what he knows&lt;BR&gt;about what it is he wanted and what he got instead&lt;BR&gt;how to be broken &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;and&lt;/FONT&gt; faithful&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;i keep wanting You to be fair&lt;BR&gt;but that’s not what You said&lt;BR&gt;i want certain answers to these prayers&lt;BR&gt;but that’s &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;not&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; what You said&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;staring in the water like Aesop's foolish dog&lt;BR&gt;i can’t help but reflect on what it was I almost lost&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;what it was I wanted&lt;BR&gt;what I got instead&lt;BR&gt;leaves me broken and grateful&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;~"what i thought i wanted" by sara groves&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5594861898158435915?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5594861898158435915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-like-mountains-oh-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5594861898158435915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5594861898158435915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-like-mountains-oh-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-189257806825676105</id><published>2004-07-02T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:58.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;              &lt;FONT size=4&gt;fear is a self-imposed prison.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"God did not give us a spirit that makes us afraid but a spirit of power and love and self-control."&lt;BR&gt;~2 Timothy 1:7 &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-189257806825676105?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/189257806825676105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/fear-is-self-imposed-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/189257806825676105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/189257806825676105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/07/fear-is-self-imposed-prison.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1057007569896622015</id><published>2004-06-30T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:58.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nifty stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;PRE style="FONT: 12px arial"&gt;a million miles away from anything familiar&lt;br /&gt;a thousand places I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;so I choke back the tears &lt;BR&gt;and try to find the bright side &lt;br /&gt;though I find it hard to see beyond my suffering&lt;br /&gt;in my heart I know Your plan is so much bigger&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;EM&gt;this small part is all that I can see&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I believe you haven't left me here to wander&lt;br /&gt;still I can't help but ponder where You're leading me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ask &lt;EM&gt;why this road&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;why&lt;/U&gt; this way &lt;BR&gt;and this load? &lt;br /&gt;tell me how far I must go&lt;br /&gt;'til I see &lt;br /&gt;'til I know why this road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away from anything familliar&lt;br /&gt;what was it like to be so far from home?&lt;br /&gt;and though You came in love &lt;BR&gt;the world misunderstood You&lt;br /&gt;there must have been some days when You felt &lt;STRONG&gt;so alone&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but You endured 'cause there was joy before You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;joy that came because You sacrificed&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;since You gave yourself just to spend forever with me &lt;br /&gt;surely I can trust You'll lead me through my darkest times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I ask &lt;EM&gt;why this road&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;why&lt;/U&gt; this way and this load&lt;br /&gt;tell me how far must I go&lt;br /&gt;'til I see&lt;br /&gt;'til I know why this road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here I cannot see &lt;BR&gt;why You'd choose this path for me &lt;br /&gt;but I don't have to understand &lt;BR&gt;to believe that &lt;STRONG&gt;You know why&lt;/STRONG&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why this road&lt;br /&gt;why this way and this load&lt;br /&gt;You know how far I must go&lt;br /&gt;'til I see&lt;br /&gt;'til I know why this road&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE style="FONT: 12px arial"&gt;"And we know we &lt;EM&gt;are&lt;/EM&gt; going to get what's coming to us - an unbelievable inheritance! &lt;BR&gt;We go through &lt;U&gt;exactly&lt;/U&gt; what Christ goes through. If we go through the hard times with &lt;BR&gt;him, then we're certainly going to go through the good times with him! &lt;STRONG&gt;That's why I &lt;BR&gt;don't think there's any comparison between the present hard times and the &lt;BR&gt;coming good times. &lt;/STRONG&gt;The created world itself can hardly wait for what's coming next...."&lt;BR&gt;~Romans 8:17-19&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1057007569896622015?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1057007569896622015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/nifty-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1057007569896622015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1057007569896622015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/nifty-stuff.html' title='nifty stuff'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-927938501215932734</id><published>2004-06-30T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:58.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;well, i finally did it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i just sent the first assignment for Mr. PreudHomme (almost 2 weeks late i might add). ewwwww....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this week has been really relaxed, and i've enjoyed it. i think i've caught up on sleep now, and i re-duct taped my Bible this morning. i cleaned out most of my room yesterday, and i really hope i did ok on the exam i wasn't at all prepared for in Sociology last night.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my youth pastor called...i may be doing puppets for the mission trip to Texas next month. hmmm....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;               &lt;STRONG&gt;    i want to start writing letters to my kids today.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;we're going camping this weekend! yay! the Atlanta Ballet is going to be at Appalachian State University &lt;A href="http://www.appsummer.org/atlantaballet.php4"&gt;http://www.appsummer.org/atlantaballet.php4&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and we're going. &lt;U&gt;i've never been to a ballet before....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;we're also going to Blowing Rock b/c Abby did a report on it for school and she's never been there.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but what's up with rich text? what's up with the color function?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-927938501215932734?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/927938501215932734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/welli-finally-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/927938501215932734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/927938501215932734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/welli-finally-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4925365969409039345</id><published>2004-06-27T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:57.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mint chocolate chip ice cream</title><content type='html'>i'm recovering now. i hate how materialistic it is here...and how long it will be before i can get through college and move there to be a dance teacher...but &lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;there are lessons i've got to learn before i get there&lt;/FONT&gt;. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;and i'm ok with that. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i'm supposed to be catching up on sociology...but i'm just being kinda quiet and reflect-y on the trip instead. the exam isn't until tuesday night--and this is more important. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;pictures! i haven't gotten mine back yet, but Caleb took digital ones...here's a couple: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v283/imazoobaroo/War 2004/563d72f0.jpg" alt="tittle or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my erica! one of my oh-so-helpful dance teachers...and our beautiful girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v283/imazoobaroo/War 2004/a8c9c5de.jpg" alt="tittle or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the performance for all the sports camp kids...they were absolutely wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v283/imazoobaroo/War 2004/2ff4c273.jpg" alt="tittle or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, martin, and whitney hopkins in the play on thursday night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4925365969409039345?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4925365969409039345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/mint-chocolate-chip-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4925365969409039345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4925365969409039345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/mint-chocolate-chip-ice-cream.html' title='mint chocolate chip ice cream'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-2767086274250505541</id><published>2004-06-26T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:56.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to go back.</title><content type='html'>i miss my kids &lt;U&gt;desperately&lt;/U&gt;. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it was definitely a different kind a of mission trip. usually we all come back with this huge spiritual high...but this was different. i feel so empty. i rode a van to take a bunch of the kids home this time...that made it harder to leave i think. i know what kind of conditions they live in, i know why they're always dirty...why they don't know how to love each other and why they cling to us so hard and cry so genuinely when we leave. i don't understand why they have to live this way. &lt;U&gt;i feel absolutely and completely selfish.&lt;/U&gt; if i had grown up there...i know that i would be one of the most rebellious and most angry people on the planet. God taught us some different lessons this time. i learned that He doesn't always do things the way i want, but that He always does what He says He'll do. i learned how much God has changed me since I started trusting Him. i learned that He can take something that's been shattered into a million unfixable pieces and make it into something beautiful and worthwhile--that's what He's done with me. i learned that telling little girls that you love them and &lt;EM&gt;they're beautiful and special&lt;/EM&gt; will make a child that is completely without hope brighten up with this amazing smile and light all over. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;i learned&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;how to love people with everything i have. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;last night, i was really upset. my family doesn't understand...they can't even fathom what these kids go through, and how much it hurts to have to leave them. i didn't want to wake up here...and i was so worried about all of those wonderful children. &lt;U&gt;i don't want anyone to hurt them anymore&lt;/U&gt;...and &lt;STRONG&gt;I have to trust God to take care of them b/c i can't be with them now.&lt;/STRONG&gt; He showed me this:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"'Oh, that they had such a heart in them that they would fear Me and always keep all My commandments, that it might be well with them and with their children forever! Go and say to them, "Return to your tents." But as for you, stand here by Me, and I will speak to you all the commandments, the statutes, and the judgments which you shall teach them, that they may observe them in the land which I am giving them to possess.' Therefore you shall be careful to do as the Lord your God has commanded you; you shall not turn aside to the right hand or to the left.You shall walk in all the ways which the Lord your God has commanded you, that you may live and that it may be well with you, and that you may prolong your days in the land which you shall possess."&lt;BR&gt;~deuteronomy 5:29-33&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He always says just what i need to hear....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-2767086274250505541?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/2767086274250505541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-want-to-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2767086274250505541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/2767086274250505541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-want-to-go-back.html' title='i want to go back.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6247713535297722329</id><published>2004-06-18T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:56.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>i'm freaking out! i don't know why i'm so nervous...antsy...anxious. i'm afraid i'll forget something and let everyone down--but everyone isn't counting on me! such a silly girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we leave tomorrow morning for the mission trip. i'm excited and glad and kinda scared too. God always pushes me out of my comfort zone on these things...but that's good for me. Please pray for us! if God uses us to bring people to Him and to make us all stronger, it won't be because of anything we did...and once again, i hope i come back different--more secure, more thankful, more loving, and more outgoing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night. i love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6247713535297722329?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6247713535297722329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/ahhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6247713535297722329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6247713535297722329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/ahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7365964031286986891</id><published>2004-06-14T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:55.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to be honest now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i fell apart yesterday. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i've been so busy...with the Sociology class and trying to kill myself with keeping this house clean&lt;BR&gt;and driving makes me tired and nervous and all the sports camps and extra meetings at church and i'm shot. we leave for War, WV on saturday and i &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;U&gt;can't&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; go on a mission trip like that...i don't have anything to give people anymore....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;            so, like always, i tried to cover it up and continue going on and try to find the bright side and all i found was &lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;guilt&lt;/FONT&gt; from never being able to do enough, &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;fatigue&lt;/FONT&gt; from not sleeping enough, and &lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;worry&lt;/FONT&gt; from &lt;U&gt;not being able to be everyone's super hero&lt;/U&gt; and be able to carry everyone and handle everything all at once. even my quiet times had erroded into planned spaces of time in which i had to hurry up and do something else to help someone...i couldn't hear God anymore, and &lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;it really scared me&lt;/FONT&gt;. at youth group last night i realized that if anywhere, that should be the place where i can be who i am and not wonder if people would think badly of me.&lt;BR&gt;                                        &lt;WBR&gt;          &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;                                        &lt;WBR&gt;       i shouldn't even try to wear a mask there.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so i didn't. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;i didn't try to entertain everyone, and i didn't pretend i was bubbly and happy inside. and as people were hugging and laughing and talking about how great God is, i started crying. and i realized that i hadn't in such a long time and that it felt &lt;FONT color=#996633&gt;&lt;U&gt;so&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; good. and then one of the leaders, Jeff, came up and said something and i started sobbing and it hurt...but it felt good to know that it was ok to hurt--it wasn't anything to hide and that there were people there that loved me even though i couldn't run the world on my own. i try to do that all too often and i always end up paying for it. and i was just saying everything that i had blocked out of my mind and everything came tumbling out and tears were everywhere and Whitney and Greg let me cry too. i hardly ever cry about anything...but i dearly  love them for letting me be real and for being strong when i couldn't be anymore. Jeff said i wasn't allowed to work the camp this week...that i had to stay home and learn to make time for myself...so that's what i've been doing today. a whole lot of nothing. but after crying out to Jesus with everything in me last night...being quiet and calm and not doing much was ok. it was &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;soothing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; and i didn't feel guilty about it. some of us are getting together to pray about the mission trip tomorrow, so that will be good. they're such great role models....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;"I don't want your sacrifice--I want your love. I don't want your offerings--I want you to know Me."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;~Hosea 6:6 &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;so yeah. to be honest: i'm not perfect, i over-commit, and i &lt;EM&gt;do&lt;/EM&gt; have bad days.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7365964031286986891?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7365964031286986891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-to-be-honest-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7365964031286986891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7365964031286986891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-to-be-honest-now.html' title='i have to be honest now.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-1577246053931096364</id><published>2004-06-12T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:54.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>found this while cleaning out e-mails</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;From a previous article in National Geographic....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began&lt;BR&gt;their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. &lt;STRONG&gt;Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight&lt;/STRONG&gt;, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.&lt;/STRONG&gt; When the blaze had arrived, the heat scorched her small body, but the mother had remained steadfast. &lt;U&gt;Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live.&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It sure makes this verse make more sense....&lt;BR&gt;"He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you&lt;BR&gt;will find refuge." ~Psalm 91:4&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-1577246053931096364?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/1577246053931096364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/found-this-while-cleaning-out-e-mails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1577246053931096364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/1577246053931096364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/found-this-while-cleaning-out-e-mails.html' title='found this while cleaning out e-mails'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-482369180040335902</id><published>2004-06-11T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:54.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;YAY! this is soooooo majorly exciting! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;                   &lt;FONT size=4&gt;Drago is directing a Gallery Players show!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They're doing Jerry Herman's &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Hello, Dolly!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; September 17-26. Auditions are July 26th and 27th (time and place to be announced), and he wants as many people from our program to try out as possible! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                                                            =)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;hint, hint, wink, wink....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;What better way is there &lt;/FONT&gt;to get involved in community theatre (and really wonderful community theatre i might add)?!?!?!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Marilyn Fox is the music director. The choreographer is to be announced as well. If all goes as planned, yours truly will be the stage manager and Martin Jacaruso will be the assistant stage manager (we haven't asked Martin yet though...&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;;)&lt;/FONT&gt;) Since this is hot off the presses, the website hasn't been updated yet. However....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                             &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;you can read about parts here:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;                &lt;A href="http://galleryplayersonline.com/archive/hellodolly.htm"&gt;http://galleryplayersonline.com/archive/hellodolly.htm&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-482369180040335902?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/482369180040335902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/great-big-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/482369180040335902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/482369180040335902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/great-big-news.html' title='GREAT BIG NEWS'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-4900034032775937459</id><published>2004-06-10T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bubble gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;yum....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i fixed some of abby's flowers today. they're pretty. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;                      &lt;BR&gt;                          i love &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;flowers--&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;they make me smile =)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i picked her up from artsploration...and i've got to go get the soundtrack and songbook that i ordered from the Christian bookstore the other day. yay! i really should learn to play the piano.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;sociology tonight...lunch club on saturday @ 1.... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;countdown for War--9 days! i miss my girls oh-so-much...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-4900034032775937459?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/4900034032775937459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/pink-bubble-gum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4900034032775937459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/4900034032775937459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/pink-bubble-gum.html' title='pink bubble gum'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7551542537345093004</id><published>2004-06-09T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:52.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this passage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hear my prayer, O Lord, &lt;BR&gt;Give ear to my supplications! &lt;BR&gt;In Your faithfulness answer me, &lt;BR&gt;And in Your righteousness. &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;Do not enter into judgment with Your servant,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;For in Your sight no one living is righteous. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;For the enemy has persecuted my soul;&lt;BR&gt;He has crushed my life to the ground; &lt;BR&gt;He has made me dwell in darkness, &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;Like those who have long been dead&lt;/FONT&gt;. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; &lt;BR&gt;My heart within me is distressed. &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;I remember the days of old; &lt;BR&gt;I meditate on all Your works; &lt;BR&gt;I muse on the work of Your hands. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;I spread out my hands to You; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;My soul longs for You like a thirsty land&lt;/FONT&gt;.  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Answer me speedily, O Lord; My spirit fails! &lt;BR&gt;Do not hide Your face from me, &lt;BR&gt;Lest I be like those who go down into the pit. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, &lt;BR&gt;For in You do I trust;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, &lt;BR&gt;For I lift up my soul to You. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies; &lt;BR&gt;In You I take shelter.&lt;BR&gt;Teach me to do Your will, &lt;BR&gt;For You are my God; Your Spirit is good. &lt;BR&gt;Lead me in the land of uprightness. &lt;BR&gt;Revive me, O Lord, for Your name's sake! &lt;BR&gt;For Your righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble. &lt;BR&gt;In Your mercy cut off my enemies, &lt;BR&gt;And destroy all those who afflict my soul; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9900&gt;For I am Your servant. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;~psalm 143&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7551542537345093004?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7551542537345093004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-love-this-passage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7551542537345093004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7551542537345093004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-love-this-passage.html' title='i love this passage...'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-6195909190337244566</id><published>2004-06-09T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:52.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057724633_CMyDocumentsPurple.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b0f078)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are purple.  What a romantic person you are!&lt;br&gt;You're sentimental and forward-looking (those&lt;br&gt;are opposites).  You're  sophisticated and&lt;br&gt;refined--with a refined taste for chocolates (yum...).  &lt;br&gt;Tempermental and moody, you let&lt;br&gt;people know when you're angry.  But other&lt;br&gt;times, you just sit and sulk.  Alone.  When&lt;br&gt;around people, you're a generous person, with&lt;br&gt;insatiable needs.  You're a starving artist,&lt;br&gt;basically.  You enjoy getting into debates&lt;br&gt;over politics and religion with people of the&lt;br&gt;same intelligence as you.  But you know they&lt;br&gt;can never convince you otherwise, you stubborn&lt;br&gt;person, you.  As the unique person you are (not&lt;br&gt;to mention just a tad bit eccentric...), you're&lt;br&gt;well-liked by either a few people, or too many&lt;br&gt;people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp; accurate--with pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-6195909190337244566?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/6195909190337244566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-are-purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6195909190337244566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/6195909190337244566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-are-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5259958739884631851</id><published>2004-06-06T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:51.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;my pastor was talking about prayer today...well, actually he was talking about all the different names God gave Himself to show us what He's like to lead up to a series of sermons of prayer...anyway, one of them translates to "God my provider." God knows all the stars in the sky (i'll have to look up the reference for that) which is really cool b/c there are quite a few...but my pastor said this and i liked it:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt; "...as long as the stars are still in the sky, God &lt;U&gt;will&lt;/U&gt; provide for your needs...."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;another thing is this verse...i found it the other day and i really, really liked it....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"You've kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights, each &lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;tear&lt;/FONT&gt; entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book.... Fearless now, I trust in God; &lt;FONT color=#006600&gt;what can mere mortals do to me?&lt;/FONT&gt; God, you did &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;everything&lt;/FONT&gt; you promised, and I'm thanking you with all my heart. You pulled me from the brink of death, my feet from the cliff-edge of doom. Now I stroll at leisure with God in the sunlit fields of life."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;~psalm 56:8,11-13&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;                     so yeah...that's why.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5259958739884631851?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5259958739884631851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5259958739884631851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5259958739884631851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-why.html' title='this is why'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7735057369987418763</id><published>2004-06-05T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:51.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i broke the go-mop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;yeah...oops! i was trying to use the new, little, technologically-sound, wood wipe-y things to clean the dining room floor...but i broke it. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;                &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;And the duct &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;tape wouldn't fix it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;and what kind of a mood is "&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;predatory&lt;/FONT&gt;", anyway?!?!?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so yes...i've been very productive today..."productive" being the word of the month...i went to my nana's to help her clean out her storage building and then we went to see abby's play. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Review for Arts Alive's the Bronze Bow&lt;/STRONG&gt;:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;--the set was &lt;U&gt;absolutely&lt;/U&gt; amazing! it was incredibly believable and very well done...it kinda helps when the director is an artist...but! downside--there was too much scenery. they kept having to move stuff around and that was annoying.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;--costumes were pretty good...make-up was decent.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;--acting was...interesting. the lead guy, John Countryman was very good...i was impressed. though...they were too young to believe that they were interested in marrying people...the demon-possesed girl and people that were sick and crippled were very believable. the other girl...Leah...i don't remember her real name...there was a scene with her and John and he was yelling at her and throwing her around and that was &lt;U&gt;very&lt;/U&gt; believable...great job to them!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;--fight scenes! tons of them. yay! they were wonderful...especially considering that these kids are middle school and younger. it also helps if the director used to choreograph fight scenes for the Sword of Peace...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;...everlasting, You are my God&lt;BR&gt;You were, and are, and always will be&lt;BR&gt;neverending songs cry holy, holy&lt;BR&gt;for You are worthy&lt;BR&gt;You are everlasting...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7735057369987418763?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7735057369987418763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-broke-go-mop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7735057369987418763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7735057369987418763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-broke-go-mop.html' title='i broke the go-mop.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7139231611906856890</id><published>2004-06-04T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:50.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkley green toe nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;yay! that's right, folks...my toes are officially glittery and a pale shade of lime-y green. i really do like glitter. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i slept in today! that was very exciting, i thought. and now i'm re-typing the script for the play we'll do on the mission trip in West Virginia b/c my silly youth pastor is keyboard illiterate. i love him though...such a goober! =) my sister is performing tonight...i hope it goes well. i'm going to see it tomorrow. you know what else?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i &lt;STRONG&gt;really&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; like Frostys at Wendy's. mmmm&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;some would say I'm foolish&lt;BR&gt;to put my faith in You&lt;BR&gt;and some would say I'm wise because I do&lt;BR&gt;as I consider all of this&lt;BR&gt;all that really matters is&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;I know, I know who You are&lt;BR&gt;by the way You make the wind blow&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and the way You stir my heart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and I have only made it through so far&lt;BR&gt;'cause I know&lt;BR&gt; I know who You are...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7139231611906856890?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7139231611906856890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/sparkley-green-toe-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7139231611906856890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7139231611906856890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/sparkley-green-toe-nails.html' title='sparkley green toe nails'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-7763016374924171155</id><published>2004-06-03T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:50.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>conformity</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;sociology.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we got the first exam back tonight--my teacher is a funny kid. don't get me wrong, i really enjoy the class and i think he's a very good teacher, but i stayed after class to ask a question about one of the answers that i got wrong and he acted all weird about it b/c i'd already gotten an A. i was confused b/c that was perfectly normal behavior for me and the people in my high school classes...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;                               &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;  we were trained to be this way.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i feel like a machine.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny though, b/c i was just reading this morning:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice--the kind he will accept. When you think of what he has done for you, is this too much to ask? Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you will know how good and pleasing and perfect his will really is."&lt;br /&gt;~romans 12:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-7763016374924171155?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/7763016374924171155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/conformity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7763016374924171155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/7763016374924171155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/conformity.html' title='conformity'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068624805740581508.post-5648108021221454334</id><published>2004-06-03T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:50:49.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loaded cheese fries are yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;gasp! can anyone believe it? could it be?!?!&lt;BR&gt;              yep yep...elizabeth finally got one of these things...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;so what did i do of interest today? well...i got up and got ready and did devotions and stuff and then i took abby to the Paramount for dress rehearsal of the Bronze Bow. it's this weekend by the way...then me and my katie went out to lunch at Rockola which was lots of fun. i felt really old though--being able to drive is really weird. but i really love my katie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=1&gt;So come and rescue me&lt;BR&gt;I'm here on bended knee&lt;BR&gt;And I'm crying out to You&lt;BR&gt;All I really, really want is to be free&lt;BR&gt;So take my hand, here I am&lt;BR&gt;Oh come and rescue me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068624805740581508-5648108021221454334?l=tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/feeds/5648108021221454334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/loaded-cheese-fries-are-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5648108021221454334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068624805740581508/posts/default/5648108021221454334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremblelikeahill.blogspot.com/2004/06/loaded-cheese-fries-are-yummy.html' title='loaded cheese fries are yummy'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07100512633081898009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oe1ZRfWCvL4/SuoFaSyIk6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXXMOvxKLHU/S220/profilepic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
