<?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/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' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIFRn05eSp7ImA9WhJSE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225</id><updated>2012-07-03T20:28:37.321+08:00</updated><category term='World Missions'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Passion for God'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='David Generation'/><category term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Word'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Love Letter'/><category term='Great Men and Women'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Benny Hinn'/><title>Nikita's Handwriting</title><subtitle type='html'>A Collection of Love Letters to her Almighty Lover of Soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQBSXkzfCp7ImA9WhRaFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-4123083121033972529</id><published>2012-02-18T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T10:49:18.784+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-18T10:49:18.784+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benny Hinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Roadmap to God's Presence - Benny Hinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ng54mEEygNs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng54mEEygNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng54mEEygNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"You have got to seek God with everything inside of you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;because half-hearted prayer will not work." - Benny Hinn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;September 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;11:06 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Throne of the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dear Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I definitely don’t want to practice writing sad stories here because I don’t want to remember. Father, you know that you’re the only one I can lean on. I’m having or I’ve been having one of the toughest moments. But I chose to divert my attention. Now, help. It’s yours. I don’t want to live in agony nor fear. You said, blessed is the man who trusts in you. So here I am. Trusting you. I may sound hopeless, but people, though sad to admit needs to be hopeless many times just to remember your being the God of the impossible. I may have people around me, but at the end of each day, before I close my eyes, in my heart, I know you’re the only one for me. I’ve shed a great amount of tears this past season, so writing you this time is waterless. I guess, this is not a letter of complaint but a letter of submission. You are the chief engineer. You are the master planner. I always remember what you said to me on my way home “&lt;i&gt;hindi kita pababayaan”&lt;/i&gt;. I believe you. These tough times will pass. I trust you. And after the storm you will rebuild &lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/country-region&gt;. So here I am, a ruined &lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/place&gt;&lt;/country-region&gt;. Ready to be rebuilt. Gather the stones Oh Father. Embrace my soul. Tears are superficial. But silence says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And I don’t care what people say to me about “us” because the way I discovered you is just specially between us. You taught me yourself, although painfully. I need scars to remember. Protect me Father in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Holding on to You alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-402502136876202272?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/402502136876202272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=402502136876202272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/402502136876202272?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/402502136876202272?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2012/02/silence-says-it-all.html' title='Silence Says It All'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUEDQH84cCp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-8789742626876590785</id><published>2012-02-08T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:47:51.138+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T21:47:51.138+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Will You Give Me A Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;heart to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;heart to accept the unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The heart to believe in things unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The heart to see beyond what is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The heart to hear your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The heart to overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The heart to embrace joy and not be afraid to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Give me the heart to cherish every moment, one day at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Give me the heart to forgive, not just others, but as well as my self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Give me the heart to surrender and and not be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I pray for a heart that will always choose your ways over mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A heart ready to forget failures, but instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A heart that is hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Give me a heart to love you above all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And a heart that would let me be loved by You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-8789742626876590785?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8789742626876590785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=8789742626876590785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8789742626876590785?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8789742626876590785?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2012/02/will-you-give-me-heart.html' title='Will You Give Me A Heart?'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUCQXwzfSp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-8720622027850324755</id><published>2012-01-16T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:31:00.285+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:31:00.285+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>I Never Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until I met Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Someone could love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;far beyond the measure of love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-8720622027850324755?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8720622027850324755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=8720622027850324755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8720622027850324755?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8720622027850324755?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-neve-thought.html' title='I Never Thought'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04DRX06eCp7ImA9WhRWGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-172542208674035825</id><published>2012-01-08T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:12:54.310+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-08T12:12:54.310+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Simply Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It is impossible to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; Jesus Christ and not surrender to Him your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It is impossible to have known who Jesus is and not fall in-love with
Him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-172542208674035825?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/172542208674035825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=172542208674035825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/172542208674035825?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/172542208674035825?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2012/01/simply-impossible.html' title='Simply Impossible'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8AR3s4eCp7ImA9WhRXE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-5642842934765306345</id><published>2011-12-20T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:34:06.530+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-20T09:34:06.530+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><title>Love is a Decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-5642842934765306345?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5642842934765306345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=5642842934765306345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/5642842934765306345?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/5642842934765306345?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-decision.html' title='Love is a Decision.'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYMRHYyeCp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-1394614783043728107</id><published>2011-12-03T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:56:25.890+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T21:56:25.890+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Scrapbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnpe0UPdx5Q/TtkUqsGL1HI/AAAAAAAAALE/HEBc1IlKf18/s1600/journal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnpe0UPdx5Q/TtkUqsGL1HI/AAAAAAAAALE/HEBc1IlKf18/s200/journal.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I’m not afraid to grow old alone.&amp;nbsp; I have faith that You’ll take care of me in my old age if ever.&amp;nbsp; But what I’m concerned about is what my scrapbook would look like.&amp;nbsp; I don’t want them to be empty.&amp;nbsp; I want it to be filled will all kinds of photographs and colorful souvenirs.&amp;nbsp; Keepsakes which will remind me of the colorful life You cared to write for me.&amp;nbsp; With all emotions surging in my chest.&amp;nbsp; I want to have memories.&amp;nbsp; Whether sad nor quiet, frantic and horrible... everything.&amp;nbsp; I want to live to the full like what You promised, but still within the scope of you words. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You know my heart and it makes me love You more. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have trust in You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take over my new found friendships.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-1394614783043728107?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1394614783043728107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=1394614783043728107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/1394614783043728107?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/1394614783043728107?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/imnot-afraid-to-grow-old-alone.html' title='Scrapbook'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnpe0UPdx5Q/TtkUqsGL1HI/AAAAAAAAALE/HEBc1IlKf18/s72-c/journal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUDRn4-eip7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-7436456095819933573</id><published>2011-12-03T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:57:57.052+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T21:57:57.052+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Walking Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stepping out of the battlefield.&amp;nbsp; Wounded, no armor left.&amp;nbsp; Some bruises on the right shoulder, left elbow and legs.&amp;nbsp; A pierced heart, somehow bleeding.&amp;nbsp; I’m coming home Father.&amp;nbsp; It is over.&amp;nbsp; I remember seeing this certain movie, based on an epic or a myth I suppose.&amp;nbsp; A young boy was sent out to the wilderness, with only a spear on hand.&amp;nbsp; He was able to plunge the weapon into the flesh of this huge dark wild beast, planning to devour his body.&amp;nbsp; He stayed alive.&amp;nbsp; And went home carrying more strength, with all unseen weapon in his heart and mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bZO9vBf1yQ/TtkPzwB-uKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f8E1pMuU_1w/s1600/2076712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bZO9vBf1yQ/TtkPzwB-uKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f8E1pMuU_1w/s200/2076712.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like the Israelites&amp;nbsp; who were exiled to &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;city w:st="on"&gt;Babylon&lt;/city&gt;&lt;/place&gt; in the time of the great prophet Jeremiah.&amp;nbsp; I ask for the forgiveness of my sins Father.&amp;nbsp; Take me home, I was exiled.&amp;nbsp; But because of Your deliverance I’m coming home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This time, let me begin with You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-7436456095819933573?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7436456095819933573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=7436456095819933573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/7436456095819933573?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/7436456095819933573?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/steppingout-of-battlefield.html' title='Walking Home'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bZO9vBf1yQ/TtkPzwB-uKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f8E1pMuU_1w/s72-c/2076712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQFSH46eCp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-7631869283690428367</id><published>2011-12-03T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:58:39.010+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T21:58:39.010+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title>For Memories' Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Going through the pages of my daily journal is a mixture of encouragements, surprised eyebrows and realizations that such moments actually transpired in those years.&amp;nbsp; This may sound a bit sad, but we sometimes forget.&amp;nbsp; The people close to our hearts, those faces we never thought will ever fade from our memories, will in fact vanish… somehow we lose them…. Some would go to better places, cities where they can find themselves, some through painful fights, some would just simply slip away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9RaThTBqic/TtkObvKTTDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k7lucEaKuuw/s1600/1449634-2-silhouette-of-man-stood-by-tree-overlooking-manchester-city-centre-at-night1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9RaThTBqic/TtkObvKTTDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k7lucEaKuuw/s320/1449634-2-silhouette-of-man-stood-by-tree-overlooking-manchester-city-centre-at-night1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;After some not so beautiful memories, I prayed to the Lord of the Heaven’s Army to grant me splendid farewells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I mean, if it’s time, then allow me to have a graceful goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And because nothing is constant, people come and go, I tried to love when I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;God has now given me the courage to show I care when I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don’t expect anything back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I love because I know I am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This is something I can give, because my source is the ever-loving Father in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Not getting what I thought I deserve from them don’t stop me from loving them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I avoided saying goodbye and putting an end to everything when it’s not yet time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I let God decide when to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And I love it when he does give me great people with whom I can share candid moments and most especially when He teaches me to love in spite of and even if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This is living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And I am grateful to God for showing me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, saying goodbye is not that difficult anymore.&amp;nbsp; Because I know in my heart, I gave them mine.&amp;nbsp; No more “what ifs” or “what could’ve been”.&amp;nbsp; I love when my heart tells me to.&amp;nbsp; We can never tell the length of time God gave us to spend with that person, so as for me, I will love them truthfully, with all that I can give.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-7631869283690428367?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7631869283690428367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=7631869283690428367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/7631869283690428367?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/7631869283690428367?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-memories-sake.html' title='For Memories&apos; Sake'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9RaThTBqic/TtkObvKTTDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k7lucEaKuuw/s72-c/1449634-2-silhouette-of-man-stood-by-tree-overlooking-manchester-city-centre-at-night1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQCQHg-eSp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-4864799123309340692</id><published>2011-12-03T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:59:21.651+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T21:59:21.651+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>When Someone Mortal Comes Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The music, the movie and the characters were remarkably spectacular simply because they cause people to change.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The message of the movie undoubtedly springs hope to those who seek their soul’s safest haven.&amp;nbsp; When the ultimate definition of love was displayed through the scenes, the words written in Your book were magnified to the extent of touching my obdurate interior.&amp;nbsp; It served its purpose, and I applaud you for the magnificent movie.&amp;nbsp; It actually convinced my eyes to look at love differently...&lt;i&gt;to a &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj9R2NyLoCo/TtkNFsDJ8eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yXIyCJUSi3Y/s1600/8851f84b12b9534de339f10d973b318a1234204370_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj9R2NyLoCo/TtkNFsDJ8eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yXIyCJUSi3Y/s320/8851f84b12b9534de339f10d973b318a1234204370_full.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love &lt;/b&gt;that is not afraid to give and has sufficient valor to accept less return from what was voluntarily offered.&amp;nbsp; You mentioned in your book that “love always protects”, those words make me smile.&amp;nbsp; Love has the audacity to defend and shield the beloved.&amp;nbsp; Father, like what Peter told you when you asked him to feed your lambs, “You know all things.”&amp;nbsp; There are episodes and secret statements hidden in a person’s humanity which are veiled and buried.&amp;nbsp; I would love to translate those delicate sentiments but I ran out of words.&amp;nbsp; That is why I depend on your Sovereignty that even though my tears were unnamed, your being God would decipher every drop and every sob.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-4864799123309340692?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4864799123309340692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=4864799123309340692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/4864799123309340692?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/4864799123309340692?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-someone-mortal-comes-along.html' title='When Someone Mortal Comes Along'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj9R2NyLoCo/TtkNFsDJ8eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yXIyCJUSi3Y/s72-c/8851f84b12b9534de339f10d973b318a1234204370_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMCR3o6fyp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-6824745686533016118</id><published>2011-12-03T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:01:06.417+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:01:06.417+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Brown Bench at the Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6KqvJBq1DE/TtkLI0ryEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/1aJixpUa0dU/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6KqvJBq1DE/TtkLI0ryEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/1aJixpUa0dU/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: .5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: .5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: .5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At this point, that is the only sure thing in my heart.&amp;nbsp; I love you.&amp;nbsp; It may not always begin with that, but the end is always me being captured by your pure love.&amp;nbsp; And when I begin to contemplate on your mercy for my life, all of the heartache caused by this nonsense grievance of waiting diminishes.&amp;nbsp; The smoke which blinded my eyes fades away and left me with your wonderful vision.&amp;nbsp; That you send your beloved and only Son to offer his body and blood, and used it’s holiness to purify my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-6824745686533016118?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6824745686533016118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=6824745686533016118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/6824745686533016118?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/6824745686533016118?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/brown-bench-at-bus-stop.html' title='Brown Bench at the Bus Stop'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592571052158795497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htC4tFSKius/Tqj_lmI9pyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DBOMJyjpg2E/s220/espresso.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6KqvJBq1DE/TtkLI0ryEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/1aJixpUa0dU/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQBQXw5eip7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-4737653531374894892</id><published>2011-12-03T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T11:12:30.222+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-17T11:12:30.222+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>Like Jumping to My Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know I’ve accepted weakness as part of my failures. I just wanted a peaceful life, but in my heart I know that if I stop that would be the end of me. I know that if I turn my life around from Your ministry, it’s like facing a cliff and jumping to my death. I will be living a worthless and lifeless life. I want to thank You for not letting me go to that direction. Help me see situations through Your eyes. Father, I never intend to live apart from you. You are my life and salvation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAARnozcCp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-8879730639343520961</id><published>2011-10-26T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:05:47.488+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:05:47.488+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy with the Lord'/><title>As They Hear My Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;I will sing to you tonight from my soul.&amp;nbsp; The wind may not hear my voice, but I pray that your heart will hear my worship.&amp;nbsp; My tears are never hidden from your sight and as I bow down before your throne, as the elders with the angels in heaven hear my cry… Let me love you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-8879730639343520961?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8879730639343520961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=8879730639343520961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8879730639343520961?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/8879730639343520961?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-they-hear-my-cry.html' title='As They Hear My Cry'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EFRHY_fSp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-6866078851587984187</id><published>2011-10-25T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:20:15.845+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:20:15.845+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title>Unknown</title><content type='html'>I love you without knowing how, when or where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you without questions, without doubts, and without answers.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for every sparkle I see in your amazing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for making me embrace hurt as well as pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for making me risk so much… just to feel your shadow.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for every time I walk alone, you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for making me trust you and love the world around me again.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for everything you are, and everything that you are not.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for teaching me to love so much greater than I could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for making me quietly love you, and love myself even more, because now,&lt;br /&gt;
I know how to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-6866078851587984187?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6866078851587984187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=6866078851587984187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/6866078851587984187?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/6866078851587984187?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEDQXo-eSp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-4188858467982365405</id><published>2011-10-25T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:04:30.451+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:04:30.451+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title>In this Sacred Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;An avalanche of sadness which is covering up the surface of this heart has been drowning every part of me. I am simply sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But this will soon fade. You will once again shower me with joy and will give a new meaning to the word rejoice. I worship you in different stages of my life, Father God. I worship now in this sacred silence. I want to go up there with you and hide in your arms. Father, cover me with the banner of your love. I need you tonight. I need you for the rest of my life. Hide me and keep me safe. I just don’t know where to turn and what to think. Let me be the daughter, the lady, the servant that you want me to be. Not this naïve, bewildered me. Give me the courage to face trials and overcome. I need that kind of heart. I will wait. Take this ill feeling away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will never run out of reasons to love you… it begins with your heart. I adore you and appreciate the time spent on pursuing me. I found you and my heart just rejoices in your salvation. More years of you and me. More years of us walking the streets you have laid on the blueprint of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I pray that this year will lead me closer to your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Use me as you wish, for I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-4018816361249286277?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4018816361249286277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=4018816361249286277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/4018816361249286277?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/4018816361249286277?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-that-you-were-silent.html' title='I Love that You were Silent'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IAQ3k9eSp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-1125790607172150938</id><published>2011-10-25T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:19:02.761+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T22:19:02.761+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title>Sharing life with You</title><content type='html'>When I found and met you in 2002, I was contented and satisfied. I felt I have found what I’ve been looking for and was finally home. These days, things, people and situations seem to convince me that believing you are enough is not enough. But you are. I just want to live the rest of my life with you, sharing life and thoughts and secrets with you. Father God, help me figure this out. I need to continue breathing until it is time for me to go home in heaven. You know that I love you. Help me. Help me go through life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-1125790607172150938?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1125790607172150938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=1125790607172150938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/1125790607172150938?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/1125790607172150938?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/sharing-life-with-you.html' title='Sharing life with You'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AASXs_fCp7ImA9WhdaFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-2239680668889394089</id><published>2011-10-25T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:22:28.544+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-25T09:22:28.544+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title>A fighter, not just a survivor</title><content type='html'>Romans 16:20 NIV&lt;br /&gt;The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.   &lt;br /&gt;The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you Lord God, to strengthen my heart and spirit. I want to be a fighter and not just a survivor. It’s time to conquer and be like David, be like Joshua and the kings of the Old Testament. Father, give me a courageous heart. I pray and ask you in Jesus’ Name to keep me standing in faith, focusing on what you want me to do that I may glorify your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-2239680668889394089?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2239680668889394089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=2239680668889394089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/2239680668889394089?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/2239680668889394089?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/fighter-not-just-survivor.html' title='A fighter, not just a survivor'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUHRns5eSp7ImA9WhdaEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-3580198778570897598</id><published>2011-10-22T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:20:37.521+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-22T12:20:37.521+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><title>No matter what stupid thing you say</title><content type='html'>No matter what stupid thing you say, or do or think, he will never stop loving you.  He will love you everyday, and his love is always new and always fresh.  &lt;br /&gt;And even if you decide not to love him, he will still love you.  &lt;br /&gt;Even if you decide to stop loving him, he will love you still and will continue to love you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God says in his words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: &lt;br /&gt;“I have loved you with an everlasting love; &lt;br /&gt;I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. &lt;br /&gt;                       (Jeremiah 31:3NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you decide to love him less than what you think and know he deserves, he will love you fully and completely, without reservations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-3580198778570897598?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3580198778570897598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=3580198778570897598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/3580198778570897598?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/3580198778570897598?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-matter-what-stupid-thing-you-say.html' title='No matter what stupid thing you say'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4AQnkzfSp7ImA9WhdaEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-391811319191732955</id><published>2011-10-22T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:32:23.785+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-22T12:32:23.785+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><title>You are not going to improve</title><content type='html'>The voice in his love does not develop a person. &lt;br /&gt;His love does not improve a person. &lt;br /&gt;His love changes a person (2 Corinthians 5.17). &lt;br /&gt;The old things which caused death have now passed away, behold the new has come. &lt;br /&gt;There is no greater influence than the powerful voice of the one you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-391811319191732955?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/391811319191732955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=391811319191732955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/391811319191732955?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/391811319191732955?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-not-going-to-improve.html' title='You are not going to improve'/><author><name>Miss T. Mckay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716303610238762251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaYOh0PYLjk/ToWMQIEoNeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-6Ht3LXNFHc/s220/tree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8NRHo9fCp7ImA9WhdaEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454653526391599225.post-3069969605438201438</id><published>2011-10-22T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:41:35.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-22T01:41:35.464+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word'/><title>That Sweet Sound</title><content type='html'>There is no sweeter sound than the voice of the one you love calling your name.  It was the power of the love of Jesus which restored Lazarus back.  He called him by his own name (John 10.3).  He came back to life because of love.  There is power in the voice of love.  Once you hear it, it will be like springs of living water gushing all over your body, cleansing away all impurities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water (Isaiah 41:18 King James Version).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/454653526391599225-3069969605438201438?l=nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3069969605438201438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=454653526391599225&amp;postID=3069969605438201438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/3069969605438201438?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/454653526391599225/posts/default/3069969605438201438?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikitashandwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-sweet-sound.html' title='That Sweet Sound'/><author><name>Miss T. 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