<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MQXgzcSp7ImA9WhRbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:58:00.689-05:00</updated><category term="Parents" /><category term="daughters of" /><category term="resolutions" /><category term="Christ" /><category term="McCain" /><category term="fire" /><category term="church" /><category term="Abba" /><category term="PPD" /><category term="Autism" /><category term="God" /><category term="flame" /><category term="death" /><category term="timesonline" /><category term="new year" /><category term="2010" /><category term="Autistic" /><category term="Huckabee" /><category term="Jesus" /><category term="architecture" /><category term="blaze" /><category term="obituary" /><category term="Amy Sockaci" /><title>He Won My Heart</title><subtitle type="html">"He is mighty to save and rejoices over me with singing" ~Zephaniah 3:17</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HeWonMyHeart" /><feedburner:info uri="hewonmyheart" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>HeWonMyHeart</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGSH06cCp7ImA9WhRUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-8868780429483456962</id><published>2012-01-24T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:48:49.318-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T19:48:49.318-05:00</app:edited><title>His Love Song</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8868780429483456962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=8868780429483456962" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8868780429483456962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8868780429483456962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/pxV48bXO3s8/his-love-song.html" title="His Love Song" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBsHbn6tCW8/Sz0_xndnU7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/S0AmUOgxJ1E/s72-c/Picture+195.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">





As the wind whips and the branches bow, I think of His almighty power to turn water into wine, make the blind man see, and remove the rock from the tomb. He is amazing, this man I call friend. He is my applause and confidence as I champion my life for his glory. Though others might sneer and snicker behind my back, I only try to let God work and love others threw me. I am his vessel.



It 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r3YlGPetsW8HFezyo6Da3DvXIGs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r3YlGPetsW8HFezyo6Da3DvXIGs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r3YlGPetsW8HFezyo6Da3DvXIGs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r3YlGPetsW8HFezyo6Da3DvXIGs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/pxV48bXO3s8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-love-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DRHw9eip7ImA9WhRVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-8463062458065125952</id><published>2012-01-10T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:02:55.262-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T17:02:55.262-05:00</app:edited><title>Breathless for You</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8463062458065125952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=8463062458065125952" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8463062458065125952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8463062458065125952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/aGx5oxf4F-Y/breathless-for-you.html" title="Breathless for You" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFBig-5LED8/Twy1Q9OhLZI/AAAAAAAABVI/U3dD27cbFfk/s72-c/010.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">




A long walk with you
in the morning leaves me breathless all the daylong and thirst continually for more
time with my forever friend.  Just as the
sun always rises in the east sky and sets on the western horizon, so also I am
confident of your love for me. You are compassionate, gracious, abundant in
goodness and truth. You are generous and never give to get something in return.
You satisfy 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsEueqQB0HXRYzKrBB9VioOxTMU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsEueqQB0HXRYzKrBB9VioOxTMU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsEueqQB0HXRYzKrBB9VioOxTMU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsEueqQB0HXRYzKrBB9VioOxTMU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/aGx5oxf4F-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/breathless-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERnk_fSp7ImA9WhRSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1939793302267365156</id><published>2011-11-19T06:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:26:47.745-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T06:26:47.745-05:00</app:edited><title>A Thankful Heart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1939793302267365156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1939793302267365156" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1939793302267365156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1939793302267365156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/PwuOmPi0_AI/thankful-heart.html" title="A Thankful Heart" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kEdfcR0JGU/TpWMvk9WzTI/AAAAAAAABSk/jIt8VssMGWM/s72-c/child+praising+God.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">




It’s 5:30 am and I sit with a steamy cup of hot co-co by my
side sipping occasionally in-between the words I type. This is early for me to
be awake…especially for a Saturday, but sleep eludes my restless soul this
early morn. I have felt discouraged lately, a little beaten down, but even in
the midst of these seemingly negative times I still praise my Lord and thank
him for all the different
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y2lfG9dbSUnfh5b_tUrRAU24HSE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y2lfG9dbSUnfh5b_tUrRAU24HSE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y2lfG9dbSUnfh5b_tUrRAU24HSE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y2lfG9dbSUnfh5b_tUrRAU24HSE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/PwuOmPi0_AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABRX8_cCp7ImA9WhdbFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-5217995990976975081</id><published>2011-10-12T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:49:14.148-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T08:49:14.148-04:00</app:edited><title>The Joy of Praise</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5217995990976975081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=5217995990976975081" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/5217995990976975081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/5217995990976975081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/XVr_gWnfUhg/joy-of-praise.html" title="The Joy of Praise" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kEdfcR0JGU/TpWMvk9WzTI/AAAAAAAABSk/jIt8VssMGWM/s72-c/child+praising+God.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">  I often think about home. I don’t mean where I grew up when I was a child. When I talk about home, I am talking about heaven…my final home. I dream of it and wonder just what it might be like. I long for the streets of gold and the tree of life…where I can’t wait to meet my lovely grandmother Bowser, embrace her, and whisper in her ear again the words, “I love you.” Sometimes I just close my 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-cfKDiFXKhwYA8Hr5ljo4M4svyg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-cfKDiFXKhwYA8Hr5ljo4M4svyg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-cfKDiFXKhwYA8Hr5ljo4M4svyg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-cfKDiFXKhwYA8Hr5ljo4M4svyg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/XVr_gWnfUhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/joy-of-praise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGR3c-cCp7ImA9WhdUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7432420237407396893</id><published>2011-09-29T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:07:06.958-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T10:07:06.958-04:00</app:edited><title>What's Your Outcome?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7432420237407396893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7432420237407396893" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7432420237407396893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7432420237407396893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/GCWI4OQuzSI/whats-your-outcome.html" title="What's Your Outcome?" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QK4p8kq6bM/ToR6msUziWI/AAAAAAAABSg/eXGkn052ljo/s72-c/iStock_000008900047Small%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
When someone offends you or you dislike the actions of another, what is your first reaction? In situations such as these I find myself quickly stirred to anger as I carry prideful justice on my shoulders. It’s so much easier to judge then to be judged. 
God has been at work…hard work…in my life as of late to help smooth some rough edges from around my heart. I don’t know about you, but I hate 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qZZupbMSi0RYLkE4JSutH8HzFQY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qZZupbMSi0RYLkE4JSutH8HzFQY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qZZupbMSi0RYLkE4JSutH8HzFQY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qZZupbMSi0RYLkE4JSutH8HzFQY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/GCWI4OQuzSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-your-outcome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUERHg7cSp7ImA9WhdVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7959354207968154779</id><published>2011-09-23T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:30:05.609-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T10:30:05.609-04:00</app:edited><title>I Roll with Jesus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7959354207968154779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7959354207968154779" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7959354207968154779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7959354207968154779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/OYTsDWaeo14/i-roll-with-jesus.html" title="I Roll with Jesus" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8GJL3yABh4/TnyXCfs5f7I/AAAAAAAABSY/qpiYXfNVusU/s72-c/001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have had a lot of time this week between the walls of my home as I tended to the needs of my sick children. Occasionally, I would slip outside and sit in my country yellow chair, with a mug of coffee in hand, and Bible under my arm. It was the only time I really had to myself.


I just love to sit and be surrounded by nature and watch, touch, and listen to all God's creation. It is when I sense
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJdUJ1nINKjQIbPDcukL3EtOsJc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJdUJ1nINKjQIbPDcukL3EtOsJc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJdUJ1nINKjQIbPDcukL3EtOsJc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJdUJ1nINKjQIbPDcukL3EtOsJc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/OYTsDWaeo14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-roll-with-jesus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDQH49eyp7ImA9WhdVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-6781988425296894682</id><published>2011-09-19T14:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:19:31.063-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T14:19:31.063-04:00</app:edited><title>I Press On</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6781988425296894682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=6781988425296894682" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6781988425296894682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6781988425296894682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/byMPHRvx83k/i-press-on.html" title="I Press On" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eicugHkL3s/TneGFF58hNI/AAAAAAAABQw/WvlLT8408pI/s72-c/iStock_000009137262Small%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have been a work in progress now for over 45 years since the time my heavenly Father began to knit me together in my mother’s womb, to  the first breath my infant lungs, until now…a wife of nearly 20 years and mother of three beautiful gifts from God above. 
In this time of growing, God continually presses the wrinkles of life out of my heart. Yet in each stroke of the refining iron, a pressed 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x99rjbua5lGCflfjmuwfzKVpmpU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x99rjbua5lGCflfjmuwfzKVpmpU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x99rjbua5lGCflfjmuwfzKVpmpU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x99rjbua5lGCflfjmuwfzKVpmpU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/byMPHRvx83k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-press-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FRns4cCp7ImA9WhdWF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-8083189851772329123</id><published>2011-09-11T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:56:57.538-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-11T08:56:57.538-04:00</app:edited><title>James Brian Rielly - 9/11 Tribute</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8083189851772329123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=8083189851772329123" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8083189851772329123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8083189851772329123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/0UgNDYnpFtc/james-brian-rielly-911-tribute.html" title="James Brian Rielly - 9/11 Tribute" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">His gentle hands dipped down to the mother’s arms to pick up  the swaddled baby. The closer baby Katherine came toward his body the broader  his smile. He would hold his goddaughter’s head in the crook of his elbow and  look upon her with adoration, coo to her, and stroke her soft cheek with the tip  of his index finger. The smile and the love Uncle Jimmy rained on Katherine will  never be 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QuID33hSgUthw0fLUTULNGNAa-o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QuID33hSgUthw0fLUTULNGNAa-o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QuID33hSgUthw0fLUTULNGNAa-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QuID33hSgUthw0fLUTULNGNAa-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/0UgNDYnpFtc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/james-brian-rielly-911-tribute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACRX08cCp7ImA9WhdWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-8966595192370169131</id><published>2011-09-07T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:09:24.378-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T17:09:24.378-04:00</app:edited><title>My Soul Finds Rest in God Alone</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8966595192370169131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=8966595192370169131" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8966595192370169131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/8966595192370169131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/T11ARYYQES4/my-soul-finds-rest-in-god-alone.html" title="My Soul Finds Rest in God Alone" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I have been a bit flat on my feet lately in my spiritual walk. I realized about a week ago I had put other persons and other things as a higher priority than God. I know…I know…how could I let this happen. But it did and God had to wrap me upside my head…shake me up a bit…allow me to have a pity party and wallow in my tears for a while. And now, well, I think I’m on the upswing of an attitude 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RQJqwdwSkRfGbrA8pZpRnMnCgs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RQJqwdwSkRfGbrA8pZpRnMnCgs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RQJqwdwSkRfGbrA8pZpRnMnCgs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RQJqwdwSkRfGbrA8pZpRnMnCgs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/T11ARYYQES4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-soul-finds-rest-in-god-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQnk9fSp7ImA9WhdXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-6243714661877529993</id><published>2011-08-31T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:16:43.765-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T16:16:43.765-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obituary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timesonline" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="architecture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amy Sockaci" /><title>Amy Sockaci</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6243714661877529993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=6243714661877529993" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6243714661877529993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6243714661877529993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/aNUb2oEDBKo/amy-sockaci.html" title="Amy Sockaci" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDPSABmj5Pc/Tl6Wb9FCgJI/AAAAAAAABPw/vosFDI1uIP0/s72-c/Amy+Sockaci.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">  Every once in awhile I check out my hometown newspaper on-line and get caught up on stories and people from where I grew up. I check the front page first and next move to the obituaries. I know it sounds morbid, but it’s at the top of the list under “your news” and then I proceed to births, engagements, and marriages. But today I never made it past the obituaries.   My breath was taken away at 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dD2jEoho4IAU9lTD_rvaY5CgLok/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dD2jEoho4IAU9lTD_rvaY5CgLok/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dD2jEoho4IAU9lTD_rvaY5CgLok/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dD2jEoho4IAU9lTD_rvaY5CgLok/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/aNUb2oEDBKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/amy-sockaci.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQnw6fCp7ImA9WhdQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7719537822603267508</id><published>2011-08-21T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:20:13.214-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-21T21:20:13.214-04:00</app:edited><title>My Prayer Tonight</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7719537822603267508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7719537822603267508" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7719537822603267508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7719537822603267508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/1DQElElULS4/my-prayer-tonight.html" title="My Prayer Tonight" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrFgmgRQQfA/TlGuwP9-9II/AAAAAAAABPg/gfrNPl_fIZg/s72-c/006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
I love you Lord and I hope you know how much I love you. Some may think it silly and futile that I put so much weight and worth in one single man who I refer to as my first love and my best friend. And even though I have been a bit mad at you lately, I still remain your child…whom you love endlessly… despite my faults, sins, and imperfections. I am thankful for this love for without it, I would 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/22b8lQZfZc3VZ_6WMpaLgVDyNyQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/22b8lQZfZc3VZ_6WMpaLgVDyNyQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/22b8lQZfZc3VZ_6WMpaLgVDyNyQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/22b8lQZfZc3VZ_6WMpaLgVDyNyQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/1DQElElULS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-prayer-tonight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRHw_fCp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-4517224255510029149</id><published>2011-08-16T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:18:45.244-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T11:18:45.244-04:00</app:edited><title>Healing Rain</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4517224255510029149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=4517224255510029149" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/4517224255510029149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/4517224255510029149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/zNoyXMknJO8/healing-rain.html" title="Healing Rain" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxW5zNCFv8g/TkpmGeqN9NI/AAAAAAAABPc/C5UO9D04p1I/s72-c/rain.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I was out on a walk this morning.  The sky was not the clearest as rain clouds hovered overhead and the sun refused to shine, but it was one of the most refreshing walks I have had in a great while. The air was slightly cool and half way through my paced footsteps a lazy rain began to fall. The drops were gentle upon my skin. There was no way I could avoid even one drop from the air and with each
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tsDTpAPDxVXcZ273nO42T7oZDI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tsDTpAPDxVXcZ273nO42T7oZDI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tsDTpAPDxVXcZ273nO42T7oZDI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tsDTpAPDxVXcZ273nO42T7oZDI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/zNoyXMknJO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/healing-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBRXk_eCp7ImA9WhdSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7489475182463950449</id><published>2011-07-28T08:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:49:14.740-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T08:49:14.740-04:00</app:edited><title>When the Rooster Crows</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7489475182463950449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7489475182463950449" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7489475182463950449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7489475182463950449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/CZv5n9u3lT4/beautiful-beautiful.html" title="When the Rooster Crows" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">God is up to something…He always is up to something, but for some reason in the midst of the doings of everyday life I feel as though I can see him weave meticulously the direction of my life. It wouldn’t be obvious to some, but to others with the intent on a day to day basis to see God smile and cry…I sense his sweet nudge to press on.

I have had too many “roosters crowing” in my ear. You 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1E3huJRCL2uh6FxRJug9RxsZ558/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1E3huJRCL2uh6FxRJug9RxsZ558/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1E3huJRCL2uh6FxRJug9RxsZ558/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1E3huJRCL2uh6FxRJug9RxsZ558/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/CZv5n9u3lT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-beautiful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYEQHoyfSp7ImA9WhdSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1612365352480348359</id><published>2011-07-20T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:08:21.495-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T22:08:21.495-04:00</app:edited><title>Held</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1612365352480348359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1612365352480348359" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1612365352480348359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1612365352480348359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/YL7bipjxUP8/held.html" title="Held" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/iOufqWodFNo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">When is the sacred torn from your life? Maybe for some this statement might mean the loss of a child. Maybe to others a divorce you didn’t expect and yet others maybe a chronic health issue that keeps you from being what you once were. It’s like a thorn pushed deep within your flesh and just when you think you have learned to walk with that depth of pain…something or someone comes along and hits 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VoMyfOUmXZVWp_KPAFikNv7_r1k/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VoMyfOUmXZVWp_KPAFikNv7_r1k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VoMyfOUmXZVWp_KPAFikNv7_r1k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VoMyfOUmXZVWp_KPAFikNv7_r1k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/YL7bipjxUP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/held.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AFRX85cCp7ImA9WhZaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1112219852953506169</id><published>2011-07-05T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:15:14.128-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T15:15:14.128-04:00</app:edited><title>Heaven...I Can Only Imagine ~ MercyMe w/ London Symphony Orchestra</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1112219852953506169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1112219852953506169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1112219852953506169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1112219852953506169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/AJy9OMpXO5s/i-can-only-imagine-mercyme-w-london.html" title="Heaven...I Can Only Imagine ~ MercyMe w/ London Symphony Orchestra" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/K_OB7d-B1Vw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

I love to dream about heaven. It brings such peace to my soul as I let my imagination roar as a lion. Heaven will be all the sweet things that I see…rainbows, butterflies, the smiles of my children, blue skies, sun, birds, the array of beautiful colors seen in the flowers, and the dew upon the grass. Heaven will be all the sweet things I smell…apple pie baking in the oven, the fragrance of a 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lyx_8yx3ubwtKmFEvV3LABBwoF0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lyx_8yx3ubwtKmFEvV3LABBwoF0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lyx_8yx3ubwtKmFEvV3LABBwoF0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lyx_8yx3ubwtKmFEvV3LABBwoF0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/AJy9OMpXO5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-only-imagine-mercyme-w-london.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRno-eSp7ImA9WhZbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-6116347822914731836</id><published>2011-06-24T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:15:17.451-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T08:15:17.451-04:00</app:edited><title>Let Freedom Ring - July Front Porch</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6116347822914731836/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=6116347822914731836" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6116347822914731836?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6116347822914731836?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/X2baqXWiISc/let-freedom-ring-july-front-porch.html" title="Let Freedom Ring - July Front Porch" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USL8KiXN_Yc/TgR_A1tW0-I/AAAAAAAABOE/3Y1iQC4XPH4/s72-c/461.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZDGcHvSdsnPM4YGvG-ts-f9528/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZDGcHvSdsnPM4YGvG-ts-f9528/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZDGcHvSdsnPM4YGvG-ts-f9528/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZDGcHvSdsnPM4YGvG-ts-f9528/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/X2baqXWiISc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-freedom-ring-july-front-porch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYEQnwzfip7ImA9WhZbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7729458140920820660</id><published>2011-06-20T19:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:41:43.286-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T22:41:43.286-04:00</app:edited><title>Just Give Me Jesus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7729458140920820660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7729458140920820660" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7729458140920820660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7729458140920820660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/VmgHPd6QLgk/just-give-me-jesus.html" title="Just Give Me Jesus" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fqYd3dXY2M8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The question I ask myself as of late…
“Can I see the reflection of myself within the gaze of my Father’s eyes?”
Maybe this might seem like an odd question because really who actually sees Jesus…face to face…and behold the Son of God? I would gander to say probably not many and I would think this a rare occurrence which God does not permit on a daily basis. But then again…maybe I’m wrong. Maybe 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trgo_8cpp4FwAtURdM2K89hdysw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trgo_8cpp4FwAtURdM2K89hdysw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trgo_8cpp4FwAtURdM2K89hdysw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trgo_8cpp4FwAtURdM2K89hdysw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/VmgHPd6QLgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-give-me-jesus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARXw8fCp7ImA9WhZVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7133454723055917265</id><published>2011-05-30T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:40:44.274-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-30T21:40:44.274-04:00</app:edited><title>7 x 70</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7133454723055917265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7133454723055917265" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7133454723055917265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7133454723055917265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/BDyQuU5gBj0/7-x-70.html" title="7 x 70" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/txxIGoQAePM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I rested my eyes upon the Old Victorian for the last time. I will never return until the day my father is called home. The once pristine house full of character and charm is nothing but a shell of old brittle bones. It was a very sad site for my eyes to behold, but sadder yet the true reality of a person who grieves the precious Holy Spirit. I am afraid for my dad who will not heed to the reigns 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ffst9w4qrm6bNrAk28p9t5peHWg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ffst9w4qrm6bNrAk28p9t5peHWg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ffst9w4qrm6bNrAk28p9t5peHWg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ffst9w4qrm6bNrAk28p9t5peHWg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/BDyQuU5gBj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-x-70.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMRnc9eCp7ImA9WhZQFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1282452088308236737</id><published>2011-04-23T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:58:07.960-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-23T13:58:07.960-04:00</app:edited><title>Were You There - Selah</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1282452088308236737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1282452088308236737" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1282452088308236737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1282452088308236737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/U7EEYXYOQME/were-you-there-selah.html" title="Were You There - Selah" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/9J8PBY04gTU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5DVyO63nb2CBgMQCUJT_qsesBk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5DVyO63nb2CBgMQCUJT_qsesBk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5DVyO63nb2CBgMQCUJT_qsesBk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5DVyO63nb2CBgMQCUJT_qsesBk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/U7EEYXYOQME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-you-there-selah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDRHk8fip7ImA9WhZRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7811139624304186756</id><published>2011-04-16T15:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:51:15.776-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-16T15:51:15.776-04:00</app:edited><title>A Few of My Favorite Things!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7811139624304186756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7811139624304186756" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7811139624304186756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7811139624304186756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/m1mbAx2wAQM/this-book-was-gift-from-dear-friend.html" title="A Few of My Favorite Things!" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arL6JG_nPsI/TanvslHOFeI/AAAAAAAABNw/qkt5Idfcua8/s72-c/100_0108.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

All of my memorable momentos make for all the things I love and enjoy the most and make a wonderful display on the side table of my bed.
I love mixing it up when I decorate. In the midst of the rainy spring day a little cleaning and deocrating was happening at my home. The old chennel bedspread I found in mint condition for $13.00 at an antique market. You catch a glimpse of one of the many 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/th1Caq_bLxTwvSvoEBeUswxWYPE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/th1Caq_bLxTwvSvoEBeUswxWYPE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/th1Caq_bLxTwvSvoEBeUswxWYPE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/th1Caq_bLxTwvSvoEBeUswxWYPE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/m1mbAx2wAQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-book-was-gift-from-dear-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRXo7eCp7ImA9WhZRF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-7301946940089082894</id><published>2011-04-12T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:23:04.400-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T07:23:04.400-04:00</app:edited><title>Yahweh</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7301946940089082894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=7301946940089082894" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7301946940089082894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/7301946940089082894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/8HOR62busCw/yahweh.html" title="Yahweh" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I sat quietly on the couch as the thunder clad and the lightening flashed in the night sky. It made me think about the power of God. But at the same time, rain came down hard and the drops seemed to race down the window panes trickling in a fashion which reminded me of His great peace in the midst of the storm. It is only our God...Yahweh...who can sprout joy from beneath the dirt and despair of 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6eoRQ3xdgaTwzORQ1USnnppkyjA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6eoRQ3xdgaTwzORQ1USnnppkyjA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6eoRQ3xdgaTwzORQ1USnnppkyjA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6eoRQ3xdgaTwzORQ1USnnppkyjA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/8HOR62busCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/yahweh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AARX0yfyp7ImA9WhZREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-4462726528530536787</id><published>2011-04-06T16:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:35:44.397-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T17:35:44.397-04:00</app:edited><title>Soul Freedom</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4462726528530536787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=4462726528530536787" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/4462726528530536787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/4462726528530536787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/m-SY9zlDUlk/soul-freedom.html" title="Soul Freedom" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/NPoxM0D_0n8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">﻿The walls I built,Around my heart,Made of glass,Were made of glass,Where lillies grow,and never bloom.
I must surrender,Lay it all down,Let the Master,Shatter my walls,And quench my thristWith Living Water.
~
Freedom in my soul only prevails to a heart which surrenders﻿!
I work so hard to control my outcome in all facets of my life. I have left myself exhausted and sweating profusly in my losing
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GIL9AoVlvHw4mivNuHV6GIX1lZs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GIL9AoVlvHw4mivNuHV6GIX1lZs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GIL9AoVlvHw4mivNuHV6GIX1lZs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GIL9AoVlvHw4mivNuHV6GIX1lZs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/m-SY9zlDUlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-freedom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4AQn0_fCp7ImA9WhZSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1144800306079449562</id><published>2011-04-04T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:22:23.344-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-04T10:22:23.344-04:00</app:edited><title>My Friend Depression</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1144800306079449562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1144800306079449562" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1144800306079449562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1144800306079449562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/6sSqyZth9rk/my-friend-depression.html" title="My Friend Depression" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/qyMWBx6vvJo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Is it alright to just feel sad as I do today? I miss dear friends and long for my family, but yet all at the same time I am happy within my heart. It is my mind which causes such grief. Sometimes I think I know how my grandma felt those lonely days sitting at her kitchen table with her Bible open reading God’s promises to keep her going. I do that often for long periods of time. I have a friend 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPNsRKmSZ2fh__8RN7fhEfje7wE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPNsRKmSZ2fh__8RN7fhEfje7wE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPNsRKmSZ2fh__8RN7fhEfje7wE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPNsRKmSZ2fh__8RN7fhEfje7wE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/6sSqyZth9rk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-friend-depression.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HRHc-fip7ImA9WhZSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-1832724378512754227</id><published>2011-03-29T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:28:55.956-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-29T15:28:55.956-04:00</app:edited><title>Be Still</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1832724378512754227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=1832724378512754227" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1832724378512754227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/1832724378512754227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/-3iiJ2G8ctY/be-still.html" title="Be Still" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/nO4uIyz_d90/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">The quietness of the morning stills my soul as a woodpecker taps on the trunk of the tree. The birds chirp and the sun shines brightly. I find the more opportunities I take for this peaceful tranquility, the more I desire these intimate soul stirring moments between my Lord and I. This desire becomes a craving of sorts in which a day missed with him is empty and unfulfilled.

Recently, during 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W16jFv1t9unVpXyvepJ2Z83Dcrw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W16jFv1t9unVpXyvepJ2Z83Dcrw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W16jFv1t9unVpXyvepJ2Z83Dcrw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W16jFv1t9unVpXyvepJ2Z83Dcrw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/-3iiJ2G8ctY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-still.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNQXc5eCp7ImA9WhZTF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-6502980576514821516</id><published>2011-03-21T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:26:30.920-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-21T16:26:30.920-04:00</app:edited><title>Lay 'em Down</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6502980576514821516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2311183798189814744&amp;postID=6502980576514821516" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6502980576514821516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2311183798189814744/posts/default/6502980576514821516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~3/bRPZgMrC82M/lay-em-down.html" title="Lay 'em Down" /><author><name>Shannon Jacobyansky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVDK2pzdPGM/TGMIg64UDyI/AAAAAAAABD8/TZOygPOpesM/S220/003.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Bf9XY0nRcw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">If you read my last post, you know for Lent I have decided to give up my desires for the sake of Christ. Let me tell you, it is not an easy thing to do by no means. It has been a constant uncomfortable struggle between my flesh and its desires and the fierce Holy Spirit who relentlessly whispers gently within my mind in a sweet melody. But even the sweetest of melodies at times have been drowning
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aFnl3GcqSnjKC6E_NbQHKCyTIuQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aFnl3GcqSnjKC6E_NbQHKCyTIuQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aFnl3GcqSnjKC6E_NbQHKCyTIuQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aFnl3GcqSnjKC6E_NbQHKCyTIuQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeWonMyHeart/~4/bRPZgMrC82M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hewonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/lay-em-down.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

