<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087516701713668066</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:32:58.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beauty for the Beholder</title><subtitle type='html'>...journey into a woman&#39;s heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159497350346048798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRZxwUbCxLJcAB-0Mno1R3qaGeTH9IIuk3olvbdY3Qe0J-mYj7J7frAiq5N4_zTxgyr3WV6reii9Gl9IN1mMXg67q7P1k-1SQLlYEFs7-By12tPqvmW2eR0mspnlFHw/s220/c.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087516701713668066.post-6242771917247545043</id><published>2013-07-27T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-27T19:29:28.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random hummings of Parenthood</title><content type='html'>I woke up, to a sweet 4 year old cuddling up into my bed. He&#39;s old enough now to know that if he isn&#39;t careful, he will wake me up. Yet, he&#39;s young enough to miss his mommy. This particular morning, baby Liam had just finished nursing and had fallen back asleep in my arms. Both boys snuggling with me = bliss.&lt;div&gt;
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I lay there, enjoying the quiet, and looking down at my two sweet boys who both needed me. I tried not to worry about the day, or how much more sleep I would get before getting pulled out of my slumber. Instead, I just breathed it in and enjoyed it. Liam, so little and so precious, full of trust. Tyler, still little, still needy, full of curiosity and a sense of independence with ideas all his own. &amp;nbsp;Motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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This week, in particular, I really tried hard to stay in the moment with them both. Liam was teething all week and often just wanted to be held. Snuggled. Reassured. He was sensitive and sweet all at the same time. He was probably unsure of what exactly was causing him discomfort, but aggrivated enough by it to lunge towards just about any object that appealed to his sense to chew on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler, desperate to share his adventures, to make up stories, to make up games. Curious to know what every. single. word that he doesn&#39;t know means, exactly. Yet vulnerable and quietly craving extra attention in the form of hugs, reassurance, appreciation. Yes baby, you are special and loved so very much.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can&#39;t put into words how sweet it is to see them interact together. They just love each other.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, as I&#39;m getting dinner ready, Tyler comes rushing over to me, in tears. He was watching a show and had heard a &quot;scary&quot; noise from the house. I assured him he was okay and that there were no monsters at 4:30 in the afternoon, or ever. He was anxious, but better.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can&#39;t put into words what I am feeling because the way I feel has a lot to do with things that I am not at liberty to discuss. This evening, I struggled with &quot;Am I enough?&quot; In a world where it&#39;s easy to get sucked into hearing the many ways we don&#39;t add up, I am reminded that they are right. &amp;nbsp;I am imperfect, flawed, and in need of improvement. I get hurt feelings, I feel frustration, and sometimes I cook dinner that doesn&#39;t exactly taste like the photo looked. But, God knew that. He sees my heart and he knows my thoughts... yet he loves me just as I am.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am reminded that sometimes I am like a teething baby. &amp;nbsp;I feel the hurt, but I can&#39;t always pinpoint all the answers. I want to find a solution, but all I can do is wait it out. But, one day the tooth will emerge and it will be a relief.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like my 4 year old, even when I am independent or scared, I always need God. As long as HE is reassuring me, giving me security, I know everything will work out to be fine. &amp;nbsp;He will direct my path.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;Trust
in the&amp;nbsp;Lord&amp;nbsp;with all your heart, and do not lean on your own
understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your
paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the&amp;nbsp;Lord, and turn away from
evil. &amp;nbsp;Proverbs 3:5-7.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly sprung into being a single parent, while
pregnant and due with another sweet son in just 4 weeks, my heart and head
can&#39;t help but ponder how I got to where I am. In this rare quiet moment to myself, I embrace
time with the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do when you watch your husband slowly drift away, while your heart
is&amp;nbsp;desperate&amp;nbsp;for love, for attention, for security? &amp;nbsp;How can any
conversation with a young child be enough to fill the hole that is gaping in
their heart with so many changes? How can a mother sleep at night wondering how
everything is going to turn out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trust me. The Lord constantly whispers. I feel anxiety from taking control of
my thoughts and&amp;nbsp;over thinking&amp;nbsp;what is HIS. He owns my life, I am his.
He never said that the world was consistent, but He declares that
his&amp;nbsp;faithfulness&amp;nbsp;endures FOREVER. He never promises a fairy tale
life, but he promises a future with him to those that believe. He never
guarantees that it will be easy, but he reminds me that he is there EVERY step
of the way. &amp;nbsp;Security is in the Lord, not in anything or anyone else. From
displacing my security in the world to relocating it with our Father in heaven,
comes peace, security and abundant life. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m amazed that there is peace
in circumstances such as my own. Only God can do that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m reminded of the story of Peter who walked on water. &amp;nbsp;(&lt;span style=&quot;background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;Matthew 14:22-33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;The wind and the waves seemed domineering.
Peter looks up and sees Jesus walking on the water. Afraid, he says to
Jesus,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;“Lord, if it’s you,” ....
&amp;nbsp;“tell me to come to you on the water.” &amp;nbsp;“Come,”&amp;nbsp;he said.
&amp;nbsp;Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward
Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;But when he saw the wind, he was afraid
and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Immediately
Jesus reached out his hand and caught him.&amp;nbsp;“You of little faith,”&amp;nbsp;he
said,“why did you doubt?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;This story speaks to me on so many levels. I&#39;m reminded that sometimes
in life, situations are not always beautiful. &amp;nbsp;The wind rocks the boat and
the waves crash against the secure sides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;How many times have I focused on the situation at hand and felt myself
start to sink? With anxiety riding up like a heavy rain, my heart sinks and
starts to lose faith. But Jesus is there to catch my hand; all I have to do is
reach out and grab it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;When the storms of life come crashing down and everything that I care
about is threatened, God reminds me that if I focus on Him, HE WILL DIRECT MY
PATH. &amp;nbsp;He is faithful and his love notes are everywhere. &amp;nbsp;I cry out
to the Lord, please bless my baby and my preschooler&#39;s heart. Be their father
and their security. &amp;nbsp;No sooner do I cry out, but I&#39;m reminded that HE has
a purpose and a plan for their life and will always take them in. Nice to know
that the same goes for me too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span georgia=&quot;georgia&quot; new=&quot;new&quot; roman=&quot;roman&quot; serif=&quot;serif&quot; times=&quot;times&quot;&gt;You are strong, I hear. But what I know is this:&amp;nbsp;Isaiah 40:31
&quot;but those who hope&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant: small-caps;&quot;&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;will
renew their strength.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Praise to the King of Kings, the one who justifies sin, the giver of freedom. Though we don&#39;t always understand how and why, there&#39;s no need to question it. As someone in authority can command a soldier to go, (check out &lt;span id=&quot;nbtVerseTitle&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bible.us/Matt8.5.ESV&quot;&gt;Matt 8:5-13&lt;/a&gt;) so can the lamb of God remove sin from our debts. For all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bible.us/Rom3.23.ESV&quot;&gt;Romans 3:23&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span id=&quot;nbtVerseTitle&quot;&gt;; we all have so much praise to give!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;nbtVerseTitle&quot;&gt;&quot;Charge it to my account.&quot; Think of it like this: We own a pre-paid credit card, and Christ paid the debt! All we ever had to do was accept the radical free gift. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1589452454078107190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/09/charge-it-to-my-account.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/1589452454078107190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/1589452454078107190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/09/charge-it-to-my-account.html' title='&quot;Charge it to my account.&quot;'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159497350346048798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRZxwUbCxLJcAB-0Mno1R3qaGeTH9IIuk3olvbdY3Qe0J-mYj7J7frAiq5N4_zTxgyr3WV6reii9Gl9IN1mMXg67q7P1k-1SQLlYEFs7-By12tPqvmW2eR0mspnlFHw/s220/c.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087516701713668066.post-9178057685044864684</id><published>2011-04-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:38:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds in Fertile soul</title><content type='html'>For so long I have been feeling transplanted or uprooted from the safety of my old life. I have been thankful for the changes, because it has caused me to cling closer to the Lord and have a better relationship with him. Yet I have struggled with a roller coaster of highs and lows. For instance, I have idolized my need to have close knit relationships with other girls, and God has shown me that it is HE who is the provider, the best friend, the all in all. Yet, like the death of a loved one, just when I think I have come out of the pit, there it is: a new thought and my friendship idol staring me in the face. Yet, it&#39;s always another area of sin that I am addressing, and then I am face down on my hands and knees praying again. &lt;br /&gt;
So often I feel like I am in the dark. Yet the Lord told me something today. He said, &quot;you are not in the dark Chrissy. You are in rich, fertilized soul. Though you may not know where you are going in life right now, you are right where you need to be!! There is nourishment in there that is feeding you, growing you!! But while you are here, don&#39;t stop reaching towards the light! (The Lord) Keep persevering you eventually you will have a leaf that will pop out and you will surface. But there will always be roots in the dirt, because you are human and will always need to keep growing. Once you have surfaced, you will then be able to see where you came from!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, thank you Lord!! It is so wonderful to know that even though times can be challenging, it is the LORD that is challenging me. I have known this all along but yet I struggled anyway. The Lord is sharing with me in a language that is near and dear to my heart that He is in control and that there will be fruit at the end of this!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lord says: You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. Jeremiah 29:13. He says when we seek him with ALL our heart. The definition of ALL is so much deeper than we realize! Yet, somehow the Lord knows what areas we are holding back on and pulls it out of us. He also says: Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. Revelation 3:20&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Lord for your promise. It is wonderful that you are ALWAYS there, and that you are in control. Thank you for being that friend that I can count on, the security, the foundation of our lives.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/feeds/9178057685044864684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-abyss-of-forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/9178057685044864684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/9178057685044864684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-abyss-of-forgiveness.html' title='Seeds in Fertile soul'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159497350346048798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRZxwUbCxLJcAB-0Mno1R3qaGeTH9IIuk3olvbdY3Qe0J-mYj7J7frAiq5N4_zTxgyr3WV6reii9Gl9IN1mMXg67q7P1k-1SQLlYEFs7-By12tPqvmW2eR0mspnlFHw/s220/c.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087516701713668066.post-3183018133714420689</id><published>2011-03-25T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:10:26.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does &quot;Love like Jesus&quot; mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;dd class=&quot;content_body&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;“If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. And if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to get back the same amount. But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.&quot; &lt;a class=&quot;uc&quot; href=&quot;http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Luke+6:27-35&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #266989;&quot;&gt;Luke 6:27-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;uc&quot; /&gt;Jesus was a friend to sinners. Though sinless in nature and perfect in love he still thought we were “worth” his time! To this day, He desires to know us, reaches out for us, and yearns for a relationship with us just like the groom for his bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class=&quot;content_body&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uc&quot;&gt;I wonder, how often do WE love, really love, those who don’t measure up to us? Those who maybe don’t impress us? How much do we open our arms to the newcomer, or refrain from judgment to the kid who is “different” in order to exercise God’s love? How many are hurting on account of our own sin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Christ loved us and even put his own life on the line in order to save us. Not everyone understands or receives that love. Yet, it&#39;s there... for EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;
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He calls us to love others like He loves us. &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;woc&quot;&gt;A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.&quot; John 13:34-35 (ESV). &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is our goal to please other people, or to truly love God and live the way He asked us to? &lt;br /&gt;
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How do we &quot;know&quot; that we are loving others, the way that He loved us? The simple answer is, &quot;we are not.&quot; But, that doesn&#39;t mean that he hasn&#39;t commanded us to become more like Him. He judges us by our heart action, not reaction. Who have you loved on today?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.&quot; (Ephesians 3:17-19 NIV).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I see the king of glory &lt;br /&gt;
Coming on the clouds with fire&lt;br /&gt;
The whole earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeeeah&lt;br /&gt;
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I see his love and mercy &lt;br /&gt;
Washing over all our sin&lt;br /&gt;
The people sing&lt;br /&gt;
The people sing&lt;br /&gt;
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[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;
Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;
Hosanna in the highest [x2]&lt;br /&gt;
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I see a generation &lt;br /&gt;
Rising up to take their place&lt;br /&gt;
With selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;
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I see a near revival &lt;br /&gt;
Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re on our knees&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re on our knees!&lt;br /&gt;
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[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
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Heal my heart and make it clean &lt;br /&gt;
Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;br /&gt;
Show me how to love like you have loved me&lt;br /&gt;
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Break my heart from what breaks yours&lt;br /&gt;
Everything I am for your kingdoms cause&lt;br /&gt;
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Eternity&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been tough for me to &quot;snap out of it&quot; and stop focusing on the fact that&amp;nbsp;I feel so stuck. Don&#39;t get me wrong, we have good reasons! Gossip, financial problems, unsettling constant changes. I know that all I have to do is realize that by letting go of the need to be in control of it I can easily swim out, but instead I feel my heart flutter and act as though my only choice is to bogged down by the stress of life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In reality, my trusted Wikipedia friend says that&amp;nbsp;&quot;it would be impossible for a human or animal to completely sink in the quicksand&quot; and I find it funny because TRUTHFULLY, it&#39;s impossible for us woman to get completely sunk in our levels of worry too. Come on, you know what I’m talking about, right?? And sure, some do lose their minds. But, usually our problems are our minds playing tricks on us – we get too caught up in the problem rather than focusing on blessings and allowing grace to set us free.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s completely unnatural. The natural instinct is to freak out and push harder against the currents of life. But sometimes you just have to go with the flow and keep your head above the water - and you will make it safely to shore. What I&#39;m trying to say is, simply, we get stuck when we focus too much on the problem, rather than swim out of the situation by placing our faith in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dear Lord, I&#39;m sorry for focusing on what I need and the worries of today rather than trusting that you are in control and knowing that everything is for your glory anyway. Lord, help me to give you credit for your glory! Help me to see you in everything&amp;nbsp;because it is YOU that is truly beautiful. Strength is not found in taking control over situations in life, and security is not found in stability. It is you that stabilizes, and you that gives strength. Thank you for being my source of salvation - and I thank you in advance for your peace.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/feeds/4606340966342589741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/02/caught-up-in-quick-sand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/4606340966342589741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087516701713668066/posts/default/4606340966342589741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywelenc.blogspot.com/2011/02/caught-up-in-quick-sand.html' title='Caught up in Quick Sand'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159497350346048798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRZxwUbCxLJcAB-0Mno1R3qaGeTH9IIuk3olvbdY3Qe0J-mYj7J7frAiq5N4_zTxgyr3WV6reii9Gl9IN1mMXg67q7P1k-1SQLlYEFs7-By12tPqvmW2eR0mspnlFHw/s220/c.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087516701713668066.post-9043626206127244840</id><published>2011-02-02T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:50:01.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming un-Beached</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Blessings, friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;This morning I found out that Sean did not have to be into work until noon time, so in my excitement we planned a morning run at Indian Rocks Beach. It was an overcast morning and the weather was perfect for a jog. (Now, if only I was in shape again haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Well, while we were there, we passed a large fish carcass that must have been beached over night. It was rotten and well enjoyed. The fin scales were visible and most of the bones were poking through. Kind of super fascinating if you ask me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Later this afternoon, I decided it would be a good idea to read ahead in the Bible study book. The page that I worked on cross referenced Jonah 4:4 &quot;But the LORD replied, &quot;Have you any right to be angry?&quot;&quot; I couldn&#39;t remember what Jonah was angry about so I read the entire book again (all of 4 chapters lol). The book of Jonah intrigued me in ways that it never had in the past. The famous part was when he was swallowed by a whale, and vomited back out after his change of heart to be obedient to God. (Which, by the way, I have read stories that there are &quot;modern&quot; day events of surviving humans who have been swallowed by large fish and vomited up a few days later. Google it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Then at night, our friend decided to cook us fish and chips. (It was scrumptious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;There seemed to be a fishy theme for the day. I asked myself, &quot;What could God be telling me?&quot; and no sooner did I start to share my thoughts out loud, did I get a pretty good idea of what God is showing me, at this moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Well about 2 years ago I had a dream about Jonah and then about 7 months ago we moved to Florida. While we have been here, we have had one financial struggle after another. In short, God has had different plans for us than our own. But I&#39;ve been so stressed and focused on the loss of security that I&#39;ve been come angry without knowing it. There it is, a root of anger, hidden inside of me and causing damage without me even being aware of it. I&#39;ve only been aware of the symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The Lord is showing me that security comes from the Lord, even when there is trouble all around. Like someone mentioned at Bible study, money did not appear to be an idol to me, until the security I had from it was gone. It&#39;s amazing how God can teach us to grow near to Him. He is shaking everything that we find secure. Hubby is too busy to be home at dinner, we are on the opposite end of the east coast from where we lived, and life is completely new. But, even though things are shook up, there is one hiding place and that is of the Lord our God! Our heavenly father: the one who brings peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dear Lord, sometimes I get stressed out over situations and try to maintain control over them. In reality, you are the one who is in control. Once again, I give you my heart, and I give you my life. Thank you for being our Jehovah Jireh, and for your grace.&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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