<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192</id><updated>2011-09-07T06:32:03.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, and everything in it</title><subtitle type='html'>"I don't know exactly where this path leads, but I don't really want to know. I may get lost along the way but I know I'm not the one who decides where I go. I will keep on living and striving for Him and for the lives of others. That They May Live."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3319089823649559636</id><published>2010-12-11T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:34:46.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Music</title><content type='html'>I figured something out about me tonight. I let my emotions get the best of me too often. When I'm sad, it affects me terribly. And I am sad. I can't explain why. It happens to me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been kind of moody. Mood-swings are normal with me. They aren't violent. But when I'm down I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being sad helps me to contemplate things. tonight, MUSIC. It' s in my head, and I don't know where it's from. I believe music is a communication on an emotional level. Like language is communication on an intellectual level. Music is the perfect emotional communicator. It actually MAKES me feel different emotions. The intensity can change with the intensity of the music. Guitar music especially, it just makes me feel warm, and full of courage. A sad melody can make me tear up. An inspiring build can raise my spirits. Acoustic music is the most basic expression of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you God for making music so we can express our emotions. Sometimes music is the only thing that gets me through.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe music is the language that God speaks... But on a higher level. Somehow conveying pure emotion and power. I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord speaks, stuff happens. Like when he created the universe. The SUN. It's raging, burning and giving us energy. I'd like to think of that as music. God's music. His music is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is get lost in his music. Become part of the symphony. I long even to have a part of one note of his song. I want to fit into the melody of love and righteousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3319089823649559636?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3319089823649559636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/12/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3319089823649559636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3319089823649559636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/12/tonight.html' title='God&apos;s Music'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-8695924348089120538</id><published>2010-10-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:33:32.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashings</title><content type='html'>It's the crashings in&lt;br /&gt;find myself within&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Who is this man?&lt;br /&gt;What will I do with myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;to look into the past&lt;br /&gt;vast ocean of memory&lt;br /&gt;and find treasure buried deep&lt;br /&gt;under memory's thick murk&lt;br /&gt;A shining glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;to find a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;to free myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go long like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-8695924348089120538?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/8695924348089120538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/crashings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8695924348089120538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8695924348089120538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/crashings.html' title='Crashings'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6125256645875879382</id><published>2010-10-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:07:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Fly</title><content type='html'>Life Fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly tighly&lt;br /&gt;light of the tilted toward nightly expression&lt;br /&gt;bright flights of intercession&lt;br /&gt;Into great expanses bite coldly&lt;br /&gt;down until the sky&lt;br /&gt;bleeds off excess boldly&lt;br /&gt;colors burn so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understated height&lt;br /&gt;just enough to reach the torn edges of the night&lt;br /&gt;further reaching so high it seems&lt;br /&gt;under skyward glinting gleams&lt;br /&gt;unintended race&lt;br /&gt;trying but never saving face&lt;br /&gt;Criss-cross dancers conscience erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is a canvas&lt;br /&gt;So take your place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6125256645875879382?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6125256645875879382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6125256645875879382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6125256645875879382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-fly.html' title='Life Fly'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-979411324736662060</id><published>2010-10-13T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:43:56.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26035"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26036"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;He was in the beginning with God. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26037"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26038"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; In him was life, and the life was the light of men. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26039"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting concept-- The Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ described as The Word. A simple part of speech. A single utterance.&lt;br /&gt;That Utterance is from the creator of the universe! So, of course a word from God is so much more powerful than a simple human-created word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have this Idea that God IS the Word, as well as with it. So, really John is describing a part of him. The Word, as Jesus, as one part of the Godhead.&lt;br /&gt;It is important that we look at Jesus as essential to Creation. That is, Creation was accomplished through him. This gives us the perspective that Creation was planned so that Jesus Christ's coming was necessary. It was planned that He would die for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Life, described as Light, was in him. The light of Men. The light that would save us. The light that was hidden for millenia now made bright like the morning in Christ. He gave us his light so we could shine like him. He came to the Dark Earth and shined his living light all around, and the Darkness has not overcome it. Never will it overcome his light. The Darkness is weak against the light of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-979411324736662060?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/979411324736662060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/979411324736662060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/979411324736662060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/10/word.html' title='The Word'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1527383123638967394</id><published>2010-09-20T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:28:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the wind taken it?&lt;br /&gt;it weighs on me like an anchor&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These voices say I will never be free&lt;br /&gt;Where is the voice that tells me&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows and reminds me of the past&lt;br /&gt;and the future I have yet to see&lt;br /&gt;beneath the blue sky, under the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away&lt;br /&gt;to leave this place&lt;br /&gt;never return, but where would that get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, something inside me knows there is&lt;br /&gt;a place of life still waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;In the End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1527383123638967394?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1527383123638967394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/09/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1527383123638967394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1527383123638967394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/09/time.html' title='The Time'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-7231371470834319068</id><published>2010-06-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:13:21.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture This Summer</title><content type='html'>Think about it, every moment of your life passes you by.&lt;br /&gt;Every second is a chance to change, to grow, to act, to react.&lt;br /&gt;Some people live their lives as if the world is just a spinning top, uninvolved in the workings of their own life. Too afraid to step in and do something with it. Too lethargic to actually care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things lately have been making me very nostalgic. For example, when I returned from California yesterday, I saw the place where I live in a very new light. It felt and smelled like the summer of years ago, the golden youthful playtime of my past. I think it is just because I have lived in Texas for so long, but the summer here makes me feel like home. Young, and full of life. Back then, I had everything to look forward to. I think lately I've let myself slip into mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this. I feel like the past few years I have been watching the world go by and not experiencing it. Now, I want to change that. Every day I want to try to experience it in a new way. I want to run through places I've never run before. I want to do all the work I have to do with my whole self, full force, full passion. I want to hang out with people purposefully, with eternity in mind. I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my challenge to you. Get up every morning and live your day to the fullest. Don't lounge around. Don't do things that waste time. Get out and experience the world God has created and do what you can to make a difference. I think you will like what you find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-7231371470834319068?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/7231371470834319068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/06/capture-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7231371470834319068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7231371470834319068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/06/capture-this-summer.html' title='Capture This Summer'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4556841122147924149</id><published>2010-01-22T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:31:04.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the deep</title><content type='html'>Finding the deep&lt;br /&gt;The secrets&lt;br /&gt;of the heart&lt;br /&gt;within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking&lt;br /&gt;for something&lt;br /&gt;I knew was there&lt;br /&gt;but I have lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is among the weeds&lt;br /&gt;of the soul&lt;br /&gt;among the reeds&lt;br /&gt;growing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pure&lt;br /&gt;it knows what it is&lt;br /&gt;and what it feels&lt;br /&gt;and why it sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings&lt;br /&gt;with the trees&lt;br /&gt;while they clap their hands&lt;br /&gt;and shout with Joy at the beauty of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this within me&lt;br /&gt;cannot exist&lt;br /&gt;within this decrepit shell&lt;br /&gt;the man fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some way&lt;br /&gt;to find it&lt;br /&gt;and bring it back home&lt;br /&gt;before it is too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-4556841122147924149?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/4556841122147924149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4556841122147924149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4556841122147924149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-deep.html' title='Finding the deep'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6192402043987011383</id><published>2010-01-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:24:39.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that elusive feeling</title><content type='html'>it comes and goes like the wind&lt;br /&gt;cold at times&lt;br /&gt;warm at times&lt;br /&gt;sweeping me with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;where to find it&lt;br /&gt;elusive one it is&lt;br /&gt;hiding far from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it would not&lt;br /&gt;be as good&lt;br /&gt;If I could find it&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it today&lt;br /&gt;hidden between dishes&lt;br /&gt;and in vinyl records&lt;br /&gt;and in the picture on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activity&lt;br /&gt;is its friend&lt;br /&gt;boredom&lt;br /&gt;is an enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light makes it&lt;br /&gt;darkness takes it&lt;br /&gt;when I can't find it&lt;br /&gt;food can make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, where are you&lt;br /&gt;you're never around&lt;br /&gt;when I want you&lt;br /&gt;come back and don't ever leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6192402043987011383?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6192402043987011383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-elusive-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Lord&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty&lt;br /&gt;Mighty in Battle is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord&lt;br /&gt;He makes the nations bow before Him&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of the Lord do the nations bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One of Israel&lt;br /&gt;The Risen Lamb&lt;br /&gt;He is the King of this earth and the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is winner in the battle against Satan&lt;br /&gt;He is Lord over the principalities of darkness&lt;br /&gt;He will always prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**random aside~&lt;br /&gt;[It's important to not that our battle is not against flesh and blood. The Lord is Mighty, but he doesn't want us to fight against those who are not following him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-9153262780241703728?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/9153262780241703728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/mighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/9153262780241703728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/9153262780241703728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/mighty.html' title='Mighty'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3053745401889662025</id><published>2009-12-23T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:14:19.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Walk The World</title><content type='html'>I walk the world&lt;br /&gt;with feet of steel&lt;br /&gt;I search the world with&lt;br /&gt;heart that feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the world&lt;br /&gt;with fire bright&lt;br /&gt;I see the world&lt;br /&gt;with eyes alight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the world&lt;br /&gt;it seems surreal&lt;br /&gt;I give the world&lt;br /&gt;it seems to steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the world&lt;br /&gt;in dark of night&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world&lt;br /&gt;with all its bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the world&lt;br /&gt;with feet of steel&lt;br /&gt;and yet the world&lt;br /&gt;makes me its meal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3053745401889662025?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3053745401889662025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3053745401889662025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3053745401889662025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/world.html' title='I Walk The World'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4753874071101773399</id><published>2009-12-21T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:54:39.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You See</title><content type='html'>You see&lt;div&gt;my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my insecurities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beneath this tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel your breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't take this away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun's peaceful rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I've nowhere to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hear you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel the wind as it blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-4753874071101773399?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/4753874071101773399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4753874071101773399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4753874071101773399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-see.html' title='You See'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-2781131368000038729</id><published>2009-12-21T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:05:32.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>I stayed up late tonight [it's 3 right now] and watched lectures on note-taking and communication skills. This is not going to be a habit. I just can't seem to get my stuff done during the day. I need to schedule my time better. Don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem but it will stay private. I don't want to put it on here. more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-2781131368000038729?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/2781131368000038729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2781131368000038729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2781131368000038729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6004698624171147961</id><published>2009-12-19T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:11:19.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>Well, my birthday was great! Last night I had an amazing time in Dallas with Eden. She got me a sweet record album of U2's "War." It is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then today I had breakfast with the family and opened a couple presents. Drew got me a sweet picture of like the sunset and trees and stuff. It's really big. I had to get some spray stuff to protect it. I need a very large frame in order to frame it. Daniel got me a capo for guitar, which I needed.&lt;br /&gt;We ate Dickey's Barbecue this afternoon and then my Dad, Drew, and I went to see Avatar in 3D at the studio movie grill.  SO AWESOME! It was totally immersive and totally worth it. I haven't seen a movie that good ever. It was really well animated and written too. The only thing is there were very political ideas in it. Oh well, the awesomeness made up for that. I recommend seeing it in 3D because it added so much dimension to it.&lt;br /&gt;So, my birthday was super awesome and I will remember it forever. Thanks to all who made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new day&lt;br /&gt;I wake up&lt;br /&gt;to the sun&lt;br /&gt;and the world gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day I woke up&lt;br /&gt;and gave a smile back&lt;br /&gt;because today I knew&lt;br /&gt;that everything was alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for days like these&lt;br /&gt;for family and for trees&lt;br /&gt;for friends of all degrees&lt;br /&gt;and for all the special memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while beauty in the world&lt;br /&gt;still smiles at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here so glad&lt;br /&gt;that I can smile back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6004698624171147961?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6004698624171147961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6004698624171147961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6004698624171147961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4342893263528684554</id><published>2009-12-16T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:27:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. But now I am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to bed&lt;br /&gt;Lord be in my dreams and in my head&lt;br /&gt;make me like you&lt;br /&gt;and make my heart true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender O God&lt;br /&gt;to you and only you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-4342893263528684554?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/4342893263528684554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4342893263528684554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4342893263528684554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4000891071535729768</id><published>2009-12-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:25:24.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I am really convicted lately, by reading "Searching For God Knows What," that I need to love people. To love them like Jesus did. To go directly to the marginalized and show love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this book has affected me more than I can say. I suggest you read it. If you have read it, READ IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald miller says things just the right way to get to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write a little bit creatively and then go to bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this thing inside&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be alive&lt;br /&gt;not making any sound&lt;br /&gt;but I know it is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is deceitful above all things&lt;br /&gt;a voice that always brings&lt;br /&gt;sorrow to me&lt;br /&gt;when I let it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel as high as a bird&lt;br /&gt;when its song is heard&lt;br /&gt;and it casts me away&lt;br /&gt;to darkness in day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So changing&lt;br /&gt;rearranging&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts and desires&lt;br /&gt;and it always conspires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to defeat me&lt;br /&gt;and completely&lt;br /&gt;steal my direction&lt;br /&gt;with its affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart  [that is beating]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is both my hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my nemesis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-4000891071535729768?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/4000891071535729768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4000891071535729768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4000891071535729768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1638102870591328592</id><published>2009-12-14T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:45:16.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want To Do</title><content type='html'>This is a non-creative post. I just want to talk about a frustration of mine. No matter how many hours are in a day, I never have time to do everything I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I would do every day if there were more hours in each day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner that I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;Read the bible for hours while I drink tea.&lt;br /&gt;Write pages about what I read.&lt;br /&gt;Read at least one other book.&lt;br /&gt;Paint at least one picture.&lt;br /&gt;Write and record a song.&lt;br /&gt;Take photos of the beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Have a spiritual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;Practice drums.&lt;br /&gt;Work on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Write for a long time about life, the world etc.&lt;br /&gt;Go running.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music and spend time finding artists.&lt;br /&gt;Read awesome blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Browse pictures on Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;Play guitar for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are tons of things I want to do every day.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a challenge picking those things that are most important or helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try one day to do as many of them as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1638102870591328592?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1638102870591328592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-want-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1638102870591328592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1638102870591328592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-want-to-do.html' title='What I Want To Do'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-8988644111238115736</id><published>2009-12-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:04:41.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~hills of my dream~</title><content type='html'>the music instills in me&lt;br /&gt;a tune of life&lt;br /&gt;the wind fills me&lt;br /&gt;with living breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your whispers make in me&lt;br /&gt;a new voice&lt;br /&gt;your melody resounds&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can catch it&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard to see&lt;br /&gt;you can feel it&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rise to dizzying hights&lt;br /&gt;as I sway&lt;br /&gt;like a tree&lt;br /&gt;in this dome of azure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb a high-lit path&lt;br /&gt;of gravel in these hills&lt;br /&gt;of crumbling stone&lt;br /&gt;where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet on solid dirt&lt;br /&gt;rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm sprinting up&lt;br /&gt;on my two feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;in the brisk air&lt;br /&gt;as in the fading light&lt;br /&gt;on the tips of spires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaps&lt;br /&gt;and I quicken pace&lt;br /&gt;to match the setting fire&lt;br /&gt;in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shall return&lt;br /&gt;to fields of amber&lt;br /&gt;before night offers it damp embrace&lt;br /&gt;but there is yet awakening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-8988644111238115736?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/8988644111238115736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/hills-of-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8988644111238115736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8988644111238115736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/hills-of-my-dream.html' title='~hills of my dream~'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5022382159681815758</id><published>2009-12-11T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:55:05.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of me&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of two&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what shall we do?&lt;br /&gt;we should climb up a tree&lt;br /&gt;and look at the moon&lt;br /&gt;and we'll see what we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the earth turns backwards in space&lt;br /&gt;all time is erased&lt;br /&gt;all space is replaced&lt;br /&gt;by we&lt;br /&gt;by we, The Night, and the trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5022382159681815758?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5022382159681815758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5022382159681815758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5022382159681815758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4894858975271654772</id><published>2009-12-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:46:06.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus.</title><content type='html'>I just want to take a second and talk about Jesus. I am doing this because he has changed my life. [and my attitude, thoughts and words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could describe Jesus to you, I would tell you that he is not just a concept, but a companion. He is not just a teacher, but my personal leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like him, and I aspire to shape my life into one that looks like his.&lt;br /&gt;SACRIFICE&lt;br /&gt;that's what Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;every time I think of the word I get a chill. It's such a strong emotion that It overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is closely related to LOVE. [It's the strongest emotion, and the strongest action]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I think we would all agree, that to love requires first knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing him is something that is not easy. After all, how do you get to know someone who you can't physically see or audibly hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_*For me, this is how it goes*_&lt;br /&gt;I Talk to him. TELL HIM EVERYTHING. more than I would tell anyone. [this is something I've only started to do recently. Sometimes I write it down. It helps.]&lt;br /&gt;Listen. it's hard. listen to what he is saying.&lt;br /&gt;I Read his word and ask him to speak through it. [and I ask questions about it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;please show me how.&lt;br /&gt;me and the trees are here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;How can I know the creator of us both.&lt;br /&gt;and his son.&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;I want to follow you&lt;br /&gt;but my life is crowded&lt;br /&gt;with nothing new&lt;br /&gt;everything old&lt;br /&gt;I'm clouded&lt;br /&gt;by a thick fog of distraction&lt;br /&gt;clear the fog&lt;br /&gt;show me you&lt;br /&gt;[I don't wanna be better than other people, just to follow you out of love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(random related aside)&lt;br /&gt;now It's&lt;br /&gt;christmastime&lt;br /&gt;holidaycheertime&lt;br /&gt;jesusbirthdaytime&lt;br /&gt;~what i see is~&lt;br /&gt;mallshoppingtime&lt;br /&gt;buybuybuytime&lt;br /&gt;materialismtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real meaning of Christmas is LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LOVE for mankind&lt;br /&gt;The LOVE of a savior who was God and man and died for the sins of us all, to return us to GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-4894858975271654772?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/4894858975271654772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4894858975271654772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/4894858975271654772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus.html' title='Jesus.'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1756027787226851893</id><published>2009-12-05T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:28:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be joyful in hope... There is joy in the Lord... joy comes in the morning... The fruit of the spirit is love, joy... [My prayer is that God will give me joy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1756027787226851893?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1756027787226851893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-joyful-in-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1756027787226851893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1756027787226851893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-joyful-in-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6688622163072705940</id><published>2009-12-04T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:15:41.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of my days</title><content type='html'>at times I feel&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is real&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only look to him&lt;br /&gt;my God, in whom I trust&lt;br /&gt;when the lights are dim&lt;br /&gt;when my life turns to rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens so many times&lt;br /&gt;my mind will go there&lt;br /&gt;to dark places and crimes&lt;br /&gt;like it's in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain&lt;br /&gt;the effects&lt;br /&gt;of the pain&lt;br /&gt;my mind just wrecks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only look one place&lt;br /&gt;at one face&lt;br /&gt;to one grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one that made me&lt;br /&gt;that gave me&lt;br /&gt;hope that changed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become close to him&lt;br /&gt;and worship him forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of my days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6688622163072705940?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6688622163072705940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-end-of-my-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6688622163072705940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6688622163072705940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-end-of-my-days.html' title='at the end of my days'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5840402948438244681</id><published>2009-12-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:36:29.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty. Creation. Mankind.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been impressed by the beauty of creation. The beauty that God has placed in my life. It is a natural beauty, an original and primal one.&lt;br /&gt;It is harsh, and it is gentle. [predators kill and mothers nurture]&lt;br /&gt;It is huge, and it is small. [the grand canyon, and a cell's intricate workings]&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing, and yet I live in it every day. I take this world for granted. [there is a tree outside my house. I never think twice about it, I just let it stay there, unnoticed and unmeaningful to me.]&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take it for granted. I want to experience what God has made on a deeper level-&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to just go, just go and explore it. I want to go out in it. I want to set forth in creation and feel the beauty. But, I feel pinned down by my own life and responsibility. I know that these things are good, however, and they are how God made me. I don't need to go galavanting and shirking God's purpose for me... but still, I need more nature in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ponder how mankind is. We have jobs and families and parties and friends. We have cars and houses and pets. We need groceries and furniture and tv to make us feel like something. But, what we really need to do is look around at the beauty around, and thank God. We need to live more simply and not fill our lives will all this meaningless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fix our eyes on what's important, and let's live each day in thanksgiving for the good things he has given us. Let's live each day in view of God's beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5840402948438244681?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5840402948438244681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/beauty-creation-mankind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5840402948438244681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5840402948438244681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/12/beauty-creation-mankind.html' title='Beauty. Creation. Mankind.'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5936995020995765940</id><published>2009-11-30T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:26:15.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does this do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5936995020995765940?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5936995020995765940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-does-this-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5936995020995765940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5936995020995765940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-does-this-do.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1571756509631017046</id><published>2009-11-28T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:24:44.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nature is changed</title><content type='html'>My nature is changed&lt;br /&gt;and I realize the depth&lt;br /&gt;when I rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;and dwell amongst the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rushes over me&lt;br /&gt;like water over smooth rocks&lt;br /&gt;in stream beds&lt;br /&gt;by green moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reflection of the blue sky reminds me&lt;br /&gt;of beauty&lt;br /&gt;of the way my emotions swirl&lt;br /&gt;when I realize what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have put waves in my way&lt;br /&gt;but every current in a stream is for a reason&lt;br /&gt;and I would be swept away&lt;br /&gt;If not for your guiding tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my creator&lt;br /&gt;continue shape me&lt;br /&gt;to your image&lt;br /&gt;so that you can use me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1571756509631017046?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1571756509631017046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1571756509631017046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1571756509631017046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='My nature is changed'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5843659870779270972</id><published>2009-11-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:25:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving/Family</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was a blast! Brotherly Jam sessions, too much food, and late night ultimate made this the best Turkey Day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The leaves turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a lovely shade of red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they look down at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shaking in the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize this season is given to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to enjoy those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to love people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here I feel complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in my original context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;slightly skewed by time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but returned to my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my children will feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when life is in a new cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5843659870779270972?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5843659870779270972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingfamily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5843659870779270972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5843659870779270972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingfamily.html' title='Thanksgiving/Family'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6861288920729176953</id><published>2009-11-25T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:07:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;#~Only You~#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you how how I feel about God in this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the holy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who saves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You Are all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mighty warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a great judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are all to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is unrelenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is unending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kings break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;under your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;makes men weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merciful father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rescuing warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Extravagant giver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excellent provider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The all-powerful Lord, my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will worship only you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6861288920729176953?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6861288920729176953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-you-rock-in-waves-holy-one-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6861288920729176953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6861288920729176953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-you-rock-in-waves-holy-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3146032403576439594</id><published>2009-11-24T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:40:50.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Tonight was amazing. We had a bunch of people in our living room to worship God in song. Everyone was so loud. It was awesome. I played Djembe til my legs couldn't hold it anymore. Then I played some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, when I am worshipping God, I feel like I am doing what I'm meant to do. I am in the presence of a being who is much bigger than I, and who created me to worship him. If I did anything less than worship him all the time, I would be falling short of that purpose. Everything I do needs to be in worship. How to do that, I'm still workin' on that. I'm just really thankful for the ability to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that God has blessed me with so many friends who love Him. This community is so good. I think that living in community is one of the best things you can do. It keeps you real. It keeps you in perspective. It makes you accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm not feeling poetic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do some type of picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m70AEbKVtnI/SwzRGAVRHfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oh66qNmZP8g/s1600/scribbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m70AEbKVtnI/SwzRGAVRHfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oh66qNmZP8g/s320/scribbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407927153663745522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3146032403576439594?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3146032403576439594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3146032403576439594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3146032403576439594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m70AEbKVtnI/SwzRGAVRHfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oh66qNmZP8g/s72-c/scribbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-7979385554588177836</id><published>2009-11-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:24:14.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>I can hear it...&lt;br /&gt;can you?&lt;br /&gt;it's the language of beauty&lt;br /&gt;a unifying theme&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is Golden&lt;br /&gt;on the hills and in the fields&lt;br /&gt;Silver on the water and the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Black under cover of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds find it in the air&lt;br /&gt;When formations take shape&lt;br /&gt;and float across big skies&lt;br /&gt;white clouds whispering their approval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want to stand on some hill&lt;br /&gt;and wait for quiet to come to me&lt;br /&gt;to share it's wealth of gold&lt;br /&gt;and make me silent as a tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-7979385554588177836?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/7979385554588177836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7979385554588177836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7979385554588177836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-8328579717684325356</id><published>2009-11-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:41:58.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>((creativity...))</title><content type='html'>My creativity has been subdued as of late. I feel that it is because I have been lazy. Lazy mind and lazy body.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, when I have less to do, I have less will to create. I don't know why, because I have less time when I have more to do. I don't use the time when I have it, basically.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my conclusion from this thought:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do something creative each day and I'm going to post it on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It might be lame, but it's gonna be on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, so I will do a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;::Conquered The Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I looked at the sky&lt;br /&gt;(the friend I knew)&lt;br /&gt;and wondered where he had gone&lt;br /&gt;drowned by city street lamp glow&lt;br /&gt;my old friend was lost&lt;br /&gt;amongst towers of neon&lt;br /&gt;like giant bulbs pulsing bright colors&lt;br /&gt;into the heavens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This single star I see is the exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we meer men&lt;br /&gt;conquered the sky&lt;br /&gt;and torn beauty from the night&lt;br /&gt;with our selfish hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the clamour&lt;br /&gt;and quiet the streets&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the stars&lt;br /&gt;as they set forth their song in the firmament&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-8328579717684325356?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/8328579717684325356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/creativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8328579717684325356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8328579717684325356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/creativity.html' title='((creativity...))'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-7450909845807469347</id><published>2009-11-13T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:08:34.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+1:17&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;James 1:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;gift&lt;/b&gt; is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse encourages me. It makes me glad to be alive. God gives everything we have to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't sleep right now, I'm going to make a (incomplete) list of what God has given me that I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitars&lt;br /&gt;the light that comes in my window in the morning&lt;br /&gt;the trees&lt;br /&gt;the dirt&lt;br /&gt;the leaves on the ground&lt;br /&gt;the sky&lt;br /&gt;the clouds&lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;quiet&lt;br /&gt;loudness&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;sugar&lt;br /&gt;air&lt;br /&gt;electronic devices&lt;br /&gt;my ears&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;being a man&lt;br /&gt;a cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;being outside&lt;br /&gt;camping&lt;br /&gt;fire&lt;br /&gt;the ability to draw&lt;br /&gt;pens&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;the ability to sing&lt;br /&gt;the ability to listen&lt;br /&gt;the ability to run&lt;br /&gt;the ability to jump&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;the ability to see beauty&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;vinyl records&lt;br /&gt;couches&lt;br /&gt;really comfy chairs&lt;br /&gt;the ability to work&lt;br /&gt;the ability to have fun&lt;br /&gt;my youth&lt;br /&gt;birds&lt;br /&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;squirrels&lt;br /&gt;cows&lt;br /&gt;kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;leisure&lt;br /&gt;the ability to dance&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;the ability to remember&lt;br /&gt;the ability to forget&lt;br /&gt;the ability to put down words in writing&lt;br /&gt;the ability to read&lt;br /&gt;cameras&lt;br /&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;video cameras&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity to make stupid videos with friends&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity to hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to encourage people&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to listen to people&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to give to people&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to hear from people&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;jokes&lt;br /&gt;shared experiences&lt;br /&gt;being tired&lt;br /&gt;being hyper&lt;br /&gt;when other people are hyper&lt;br /&gt;awkward situations&lt;br /&gt;funny moments&lt;br /&gt;peaceful days&lt;br /&gt;hectic days&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;the clothes I wear&lt;br /&gt;the food I eat&lt;br /&gt;the roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;my car&lt;br /&gt;my shoes&lt;br /&gt;my ipod&lt;br /&gt;my computer&lt;br /&gt;my Bible&lt;br /&gt;my microwave&lt;br /&gt;my skateboard&lt;br /&gt;my bed&lt;br /&gt;my drums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-7450909845807469347?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/7450909845807469347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/james-117-every-good-and-perfect-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7450909845807469347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7450909845807469347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/11/james-117-every-good-and-perfect-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5773806241244010431</id><published>2009-10-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:11:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will now write a cliche blues song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;got those wakin' blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I woke up in the mornin'.&lt;br /&gt;got those walkin' blues.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;mama said I ain't nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no money.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no job.&lt;br /&gt;I got dat old guitar.&lt;br /&gt;leas' 'til I go an' get robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;I got those wakin' blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5773806241244010431?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5773806241244010431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-now-write-cliche-blues-song-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5773806241244010431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5773806241244010431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-now-write-cliche-blues-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-2063060371115988045</id><published>2009-09-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:11:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Start, Breakfast and Work</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't seem to remember to blog. Anyways, I am at work, and it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was awoken by the sound of my alarm, going off too early with it's far-too-loud wail, and a second time by my phone, which had fallen under my bed. When I finally got to the phone, scooting on my belly on the floor I should have swept last week, I realized I had a text from my coworker. He asked if I was on my way and I was quick to respond with, "I don't work until 11:30," which should have been the case. However, apparently I was supposed to be there at 7, due to a scheduling that happened a month ago. I had completely forgotten about it. So I scrambled to get my clothes on, throwing on my shoes as I Launched out the door to my car, where I grabbed my board and skated to over to the UC, hating the skateboard-discouraging brick pavement on campus more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;After getting to work and trying to figure out confusing technical problems while still half-asleep, I was pleasantly surprised by free breakfast. Bagel, fruit, and croissant... perfection. So now I have been babysitting this event, a college board seminar and lunch, for a couple hours while talking/facebooking on the computer in the booth.&lt;br /&gt;I think that other than the rocky start at 7 this morning, this is, and will be, a very good day. Tonight I get to go to WIDE AWAKE! It's gonna rock because Ben is playing with a full band. I love to worship Jesus. I'm praying that I can lead effectively in small group tonight. I realize that I can only be a good leader if Christ is controlling me, and If I tried to do it on my own I would crash into a broken mess. All to glory to Him forever. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-2063060371115988045?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/2063060371115988045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-i-cant-seem-to-remember-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2063060371115988045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2063060371115988045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-i-cant-seem-to-remember-to-blog.html' title='Rocky Start, Breakfast and Work'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1575261572238594824</id><published>2009-07-13T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:00:58.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>Today was a really good day. Last night me, Janessa and Staci had an epic Jam session. We are starting a band. I can't believe I never realized how much I like to play music. I've been getting alot better at guitar. Guitar has to be my favorite instrument. I don't know, it just has the capacity to be so passionate. Being passionate is the one thing I would like to be. I want to play the guitar and be passionate.&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to be passionate at everything I do. From work to recreation, I want to live at full throttle. I don't want to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been wanting to go live with nature. Call me stupid, but I love it. Just get me a van, some beans and rice, and a blanket and stick me out there. I don't want to have to worry about stuff. No I'm not gonna go, but I want to. I hate that there are so many things to hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to The Swell Season. They are so good. Also the movie ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;Another band I love is Future of Forestry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love San Diego and being here with my second family. I don't know what I will do when I have to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1575261572238594824?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1575261572238594824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1575261572238594824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1575261572238594824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1481892467237494180</id><published>2009-06-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:13:35.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the mountains. Going up cowell's mountain tonight made me feel alive. I talked about all the things I hope for and all the things past and I feel better. I know God's got me. He has my life in his hands and won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like taking a journey. Where nobody knows where I'm going. Where I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are always working for freedom. What we work to be free from is the difference. I want to get free from reliance on my parents, to gain a freedom to do what I want. Wrong or right that's how I feel, but I work towards it by going to school and trying to become self-supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot of people are working to gain financial freedom. Freedom to do what they want, and not worry about the money. It's all a game, though, because just when you think you are free, you're a slave to something. It's another and another thing. Once you have all the money in the world you will want to be free of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a place where I want only freedom in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1481892467237494180?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1481892467237494180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1481892467237494180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1481892467237494180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3948611688067460111</id><published>2009-06-21T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:48:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>I looked at the stars tonight. I could barely see them but they reminded me how big the universe is and how small I am. It's hard for me to fathom a God who has created the entire everything and also cares about little me.  Then I realize He is real and He cares about me no matter how small I feel. So I should remember that when I start to doubt. I want to live in light of the fact he loves me and has a plan for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3948611688067460111?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3948611688067460111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3948611688067460111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3948611688067460111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3631267786970148259</id><published>2009-06-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:32:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update from me</title><content type='html'>Well, It's been more than 4 weeks since I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken on alot of responsibility in the church, and i've had alot of great experiences. I think the best part of being here is the fact that there is a really cool group of college students already here and willing to hang out with us interns. We have a bible study on saturdays and hang out alot of other nights as well. We participate in homeless ministry on tuesday nights which has been an eye-opening experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am also leading the youth group for mission trails, as well as leading some at the Del Cerro Baptist Church youth group, which has really stretched me already. I love leading it and hanging with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I need prayer on is that I could begin to have purposeful relationships with people and invest in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Also for wisdom as I manage my time, and that God would show me what to focus on and give me good ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3631267786970148259?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3631267786970148259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3631267786970148259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3631267786970148259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-from-me.html' title='update from me'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-332211592720074538</id><published>2009-06-14T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:40:53.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was a cool day. I got to see and hang out with my family one last time for the summer. I really liked having them around. I'm gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church this morning, which went awesome by the way, we watched the medieval reenactment battles. It was Austin's birthday so his mom chilled with us. I really felt at home on the grass there at the park. Like I had a new family in addition to the old. I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I took a nap and read blue like jazz by donald miller and wondered about life. In the book he talks about people needing people, and I wondered whether or not I could survive without human companionship. My answer is no. I think I would die.&lt;br /&gt;People need people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched Mary Poppins (Brilliant Movie) at Austin's. It really makes me appreciate the fun moments in life and how structure without fun gets you nowhere. I also appreciate the music. I think music makes the world make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-332211592720074538?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/332211592720074538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/332211592720074538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/332211592720074538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3393518296008396374</id><published>2009-06-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:01:05.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think about life sometimes and it scares me. Not that there's anything scary about it per se. But the nature of life is something that I cannot fully understand. And that's what scares me. People live and die mostly without purpose, and why? How can this be that the world just exists?&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to the fact that if the world is on its own, we're hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe in God, who is real by the way. That's what makes all the difference. With him, I don't have to be scared and lonely and anxious and wondering what will become of me. I am safe in the will of a father who knows all things and controls all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about myself, how I get upset at the smallest things sometimes. I think I'm trying to control my own life still. I don't want that. I want to be controlled by the Spirit of Christ. I want so badly to love others but I get in the way. There's nothing I can do. Only God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think about the trees and it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And all of the world is out there all the while&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind blows the grass&lt;br /&gt;And the ocean waves crash&lt;br /&gt;And the sun beats down on the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out there waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the leaves underneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the look of the sand spread across the beach&lt;br /&gt;when the earth grows still&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone on a hill&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispering softly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out here waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you in sun&lt;br /&gt;wait for you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;wait for all  parts of life to line up through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you in the light&lt;br /&gt;wait for all of the pieces to line up just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in here waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3393518296008396374?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3393518296008396374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3393518296008396374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3393518296008396374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-thoughts.html' title='Thinking thoughts'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-7151476616940791389</id><published>2009-06-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:26:07.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lately</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a typical work day, but we got to grill burgers! then we went to Austin's (he is the worship leader at mission trails) homeless ministry in el cajon. It touched me deeply. We talked to many homeless people they already knew and prayed for them. They just needed people to talk to. We also handed out sandwiches and socks and stuff which they were grateful for. This is what my status was referring to .&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. It was the first day of the vision San Diego orientation. We went early and joined in with a bunch of NAMB missionaries to get oriented to san diego and the different projects going on. It was very helpful and kind of fun. There was this guy there that really challenged us to be in the word in order to share it. He challenged us to read the bible through this summer. It's a big challenge, but I want to do it. Anyway, tonight we went to Del Cerro baptist church, which is basically where we live, for the wed. night meeting. We got introduced to everyone and then we went to help with youth, but we just played hockey which rocked. We will be leading the youth at Del Cerro on wednesdays now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like more stuff is coming together, and that I might just get on top of things before all is said and done. I know everything will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-7151476616940791389?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/7151476616940791389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7151476616940791389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/7151476616940791389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lately.html' title='lately'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6860386391995872545</id><published>2009-05-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:46:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Uno</title><content type='html'>Well we are here in San Diego. We arrived Tuesday and have been getting oriented to the place. Sam and I have been provided with a great apartment, which is above the Church office for Mission Trails Church (This is the church plant started by John Worcester). Yesterday we did some serious moving of stuff out of what has become our office room downstairs. We found tons of cool stuff in storage here like band equipment etc. We set up responsibilities for chores and food and transportation and such, since the girls, who are staying at another house, will be using our kitchen and bathroom. We also had meetings about what's happening and just kind of general orientation. Last night we had some fun and went to a drive-in movie double feature with Terminator and Star Trek. It went too late however, and we were tired this morning. Today we did some more orientation meetings, and I got the oil changed in both Dana's and Marty's cars.(Marty is a previous intern who is leaving shortly). I was also introduced to the web/computer stuff for the church. It has been fun so far but I don't know fully what's going on yet, as in, I don't how everything works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling both nervous and exited about my role and what is to come this summer. I am praying that God will help me meet this challenge and stretch myself. I would like to go out of my comfort zone relationally this summer, and I am praying for opportunities to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6860386391995872545?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6860386391995872545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/05/san-diego-uno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6860386391995872545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6860386391995872545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/05/san-diego-uno.html' title='San Diego Uno'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6632531683717414173</id><published>2009-04-29T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:51:30.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go</title><content type='html'>am I&lt;br /&gt;really in this&lt;br /&gt;moment&lt;br /&gt;am I alive or just taking in&lt;br /&gt;this pale air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting forth into the wood&lt;br /&gt;my feet embrace the inviting ground&lt;br /&gt;In the air a feeling of discovery&lt;br /&gt;of morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit rises to meet this&lt;br /&gt;I am close to God&lt;br /&gt;At these times&lt;br /&gt;When I look around and forget about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opinions of others fade&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the flow of life&lt;br /&gt;I perceive&lt;br /&gt;The earth&lt;br /&gt;purely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6632531683717414173?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6632531683717414173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6632531683717414173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6632531683717414173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-952199012963103120</id><published>2009-03-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:29:52.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>My sprong break was awesome. I went to Amarillo on the BSM mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned alot about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Each morning, it took a strong act of will to make myself get up and go. Working with kids all day and playing hard at night really took it out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I think that working with kids really helps balance me out emotionally. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I also learned alot about loving people and I made alot of new or better friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good now having gone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a renewed purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Being in a group like that really makes you feel connected and purposeful. I wouldn't have done anything else with my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God with preserve this feeling and attutude within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-952199012963103120?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/952199012963103120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/952199012963103120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/952199012963103120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-2779339038039198637</id><published>2009-03-04T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:31:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a mime&lt;br /&gt;so meek&lt;br /&gt;rhythm and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;so bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall apart&lt;br /&gt;fall away&lt;br /&gt;what do I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days it's time&lt;br /&gt;to speak.&lt;br /&gt;not this climb&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget the Love which does not part&lt;br /&gt;It's the same every day.&lt;br /&gt;I can't run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid not to see it&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;not to feed it&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I face the morning with resolve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-2779339038039198637?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/2779339038039198637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-mime-so-meek-rhythm-and-rhyme-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2779339038039198637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2779339038039198637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-mime-so-meek-rhythm-and-rhyme-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5332545824999614346</id><published>2009-02-15T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:29:42.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna feel alive&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel something&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my self in this place&lt;br /&gt;who do I see&lt;br /&gt;when I look upon this face&lt;br /&gt;is it me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind makes moving pictures&lt;br /&gt;in the trees&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder If someone is thinking&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I here for a reason&lt;br /&gt;and what can I do&lt;br /&gt;am I here for a season&lt;br /&gt;or forever, like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the sun on my skin&lt;br /&gt;and my feet on the dirt&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold up my chin&lt;br /&gt;when I'm out on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is a picture&lt;br /&gt;of the sun&lt;br /&gt;and the earth&lt;br /&gt;and trees&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5332545824999614346?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5332545824999614346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wanna-feel-alive-sometimes-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5332545824999614346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5332545824999614346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wanna-feel-alive-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6080505500591567383</id><published>2009-02-11T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:22:09.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning started at six A.M.&lt;br /&gt;Toast, coffee, and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;What a different breakfast as I try to break my cycle of late awakenings.&lt;br /&gt;This is good. I feel more alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read James.&lt;br /&gt;James is awesome, you should read it. I don't know who's even gonna read this, but read James 3 and 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6080505500591567383?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6080505500591567383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-morning-started-at-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6080505500591567383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6080505500591567383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-morning-started-at-six.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-2753066262875154488</id><published>2009-02-02T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:14:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been a really long time. I've been at school and working alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will just post a verse That I want to live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25357" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After this the Lord appointed seventy-two others and sent them two by two ahead of him to every town and place where he was about to go. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25358" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He told them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25359" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25360" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do not take a purse or bag or sandals; and do not greet anyone on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-2753066262875154488?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/2753066262875154488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-been-really-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2753066262875154488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2753066262875154488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-been-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6417152999291052360</id><published>2009-01-15T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:16:11.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8-5 work&lt;br /&gt;it's so boring&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food and good friends&lt;br /&gt;And God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6417152999291052360?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6417152999291052360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-5-work-its-so-boring-face-i-love-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6417152999291052360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6417152999291052360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-5-work-its-so-boring-face-i-love-food.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-163435413356305369</id><published>2009-01-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:31:36.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Thinking about everything just makes the mind hurt. I just want to take everything one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30253" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, &lt;span id="en-NIV-30254" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30255" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Matthew 6:25-27&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23308" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23309" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23310" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be tied down. I don't want stuff. I just want to be available to be used by God. I just want life. I want to live it. I want to go where he sends me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That They May Live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-163435413356305369?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/163435413356305369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/163435413356305369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/163435413356305369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-390878036720979193</id><published>2008-12-31T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:22:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big, a big hard sun, beatin' on the big people, in the big hard world."- Eddie Vedder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ I have realized the place that I want to be is put there, discovering God's big world. I feel rapped in a small cage. I rely too much on the things of this world. What I want is to discover, and find a bigger direction. I know that big part of the picture is following what God wants, but I know there is also something within myself I have to find. Maybe I should have found it earlier, but I think I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a call of the wild pulling me out. I need to find a way to realize my need for self-discovery in nature and just living life. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Isaiah 6:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17773" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; And they were calling to one another:&lt;br /&gt;       "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;&lt;br /&gt;       the whole earth is full of his glory."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;amp;chapter=45&amp;amp;verse=18&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Isaiah 45:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is what the LORD says—  he who &lt;b&gt;created&lt;/b&gt; the heavens,  he is &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;; he who fashioned and made the earth, he founded it; he did not create it to be empty, but formed it to be inhabited— he says: "I am the LORD, and there is no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-390878036720979193?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/390878036720979193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/390878036720979193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/390878036720979193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild.html' title='The Wild'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5372541366093019582</id><published>2008-12-14T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:03:48.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The break is here. I'm so happy. I don't like school, but alas it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what's happening:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm working some from now until christmas. I won't do alot of hours but at least some each day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still have to do my Christmas shopping. I don't know what I'm gonna get everyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want to be lazy. so... I'm gonna use my time to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read some good nonfiction and learn about life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get into the word deeply.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get ready for my epic trip to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;4. Write. This is vague I know, but I'll expound later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am feeling right now is an urge to love people. I want Christ's love to flow through me to others. I want to know how I can do that, so I will be praying about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading in Joshua, and I think it's interesting how the Lord was with the Israelites and helped them to defeat all the peoples of Canaan so that they could inhabit the promised land. I think it truly shows the power of God over the earth. There was one instance when he stopped the sun from moving in the sky so that Joshua could defeat his enemies! How awesome our God is, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now fear the LORD and serve him with all faithfulness. Throw away the gods your forefathers worshiped beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the LORD. &lt;span id="en-NIV-6492" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5372541366093019582?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5372541366093019582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5372541366093019582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5372541366093019582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-5455658224414316159</id><published>2008-12-03T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:56:51.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for you</title><content type='html'>Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where we were going&lt;br /&gt;we stepped out on&lt;br /&gt;the winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not caring&lt;br /&gt;What we were daring&lt;br /&gt;We stepped out on&lt;br /&gt;The winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never looking&lt;br /&gt;What we were killing&lt;br /&gt;We stepped out on&lt;br /&gt;The winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally understanding&lt;br /&gt;Where we were landing&lt;br /&gt;We stepped out of&lt;br /&gt;The winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't wanna do this alone&lt;br /&gt;Out here I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes it's you I see&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't wanna go this alone&lt;br /&gt;And now I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my strength when I fall&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they were fighting&lt;br /&gt;And I was hiding&lt;br /&gt;You stepped into&lt;br /&gt;My winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were seeing&lt;br /&gt;When I was dealing&lt;br /&gt;You stepped into&lt;br /&gt;My winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling&lt;br /&gt;But you were calling&lt;br /&gt;You stepped into&lt;br /&gt;My winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm living&lt;br /&gt;My life I'm giving&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out on&lt;br /&gt;The winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm not gonna do this alone&lt;br /&gt;Out here I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes it's you I see&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not gonna go it alone&lt;br /&gt;And now I know&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my strength when I fall&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on the road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-5455658224414316159?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/5455658224414316159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5455658224414316159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/5455658224414316159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-for-you.html' title='A song for you'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-2375335824835468738</id><published>2008-12-02T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:21:27.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, and things it brings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want to live an ordinary life, or do you want to live a life that is extraordinary, to truly live&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD&lt;br /&gt;I've always been fascinated with the effects of cold. When it comes in, so do all the people. It's not like it's such a bad thing, but it just makes people hibernate more. You know, like they stay at home and don't wanna do anything. It has that effect on me. I mean, "I just want to eat some chocolate and go straight back, I'll go straight back to bed." - to quote Copeland. So basically today it was really cold, and while it stinks in the morning, I kinda like it. I better like it, if we are still going to make the epic trek to Canada that we are planning (That's me and Caleb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this week has been my good mood. I think Thanksgiving just put my head back on straight. I really don't wanna stress about anything. I just wanna live, and live for something, and not for myself. That's God, and it has to be. No matter how much I struggle with uncertainty, it's just gotta be God. Sometimes I think about when I'm gonna start living life the way I'm meant to. I think that time is now. For me and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITH&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. As I don't see or feel it, I know God is there and he will work everything out for the best. I have faith in a God that is bigger than everything I can dream or ever see. My hope is in him, because he is the only thing that provides true life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-2375335824835468738?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/2375335824835468738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-and-things-it-brings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2375335824835468738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/2375335824835468738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-and-things-it-brings.html' title='Cold, and things it brings'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3316682552223013379</id><published>2008-11-23T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:50:16.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evermore</title><content type='html'>to swing with you&lt;br /&gt;on an old porch swing,&lt;br /&gt;to sing with you&lt;br /&gt;resounding songs of joy&lt;br /&gt;that transcend language.&lt;br /&gt;outpourings of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;like two fledgeling phoenixes.&lt;br /&gt;wherever we want,&lt;br /&gt;like bumblebees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the earth like silent watchers,&lt;br /&gt;ready and poised&lt;br /&gt;to enter being with a blast,&lt;br /&gt;to exude living energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sweep through the air and cross the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and command the clouds&lt;br /&gt;that tower in the firmament,&lt;br /&gt;only to come down with the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and splash in puddles.&lt;br /&gt;so soft,&lt;br /&gt;but cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;like the frigid air that brings exhilarating silence&lt;br /&gt;when it's so cold we can see our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to run on the moonlit grass in summer,&lt;br /&gt;the cool blades prickling our feet&lt;br /&gt;and the warm air swirling with the dance&lt;br /&gt;that was written on our hearts at the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or out on the earth,&lt;br /&gt;conquering vast expanses of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;discovering beautiful intricacies of being&lt;br /&gt;and imparting upon life our hearts&lt;br /&gt;that are beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This essence that fills our veins!&lt;br /&gt;no one can take it away.&lt;br /&gt;meet the boundless potential.&lt;br /&gt;Drink in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evermore lies waiting.&lt;br /&gt;no use staying only for life to arrive, and late.&lt;br /&gt;no, we will meet it with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;then challenge it to a neverending game of tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's green earth is out there,&lt;br /&gt;He will show us the way.&lt;br /&gt;we have many things to do and words to say.&lt;br /&gt;To climb to new heights,&lt;br /&gt;to live, to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where you are,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;to begin the journey, &lt;br /&gt;live life, and breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3316682552223013379?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3316682552223013379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/evermore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3316682552223013379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3316682552223013379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/evermore.html' title='The Evermore'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-8371042014556422039</id><published>2008-11-17T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:40:35.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>I just registered for classes! I'm not working today, because I had to register. I'm feeling like taking an epic journey. Canada! That would be sweet. I'ma see if I can get people to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I think I'm going to start a recording project. I found my mics and I'm inspired. The painting can wait. I dunno when I can start it though. I'll make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so ready for school to be over! Oh I have to study for my test today. I hope I don't fail this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-8371042014556422039?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/8371042014556422039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8371042014556422039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8371042014556422039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6118076343330653865</id><published>2008-11-12T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:29:49.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the journey, and of creation</title><content type='html'>So life right now consists of class, work, minister, study, and the occasional hang-out (or ice-skating like tonight, which was fun but my feet hurt). AH finals are coming! AH I still have tests before that! It's ok, I'll get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to put it together. Life, that is. I don't know if it's just what I'm feeling right now, but I am seeing the Journey that makes up the life of every person that God has created. My journey, I feel, is headed in the right direction. I believe God has made it so. I can't imagine a world without purpose, his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this stage of my journey, I am learning to learn. I know it is cliche but right now I am setting up what will become my life style and making habits for life. What I want to do is create habits that push me to success, like studying hard and building my social network and living each day to the fullest. But as I said, I am learning to learn, so it is not as easy as I have previously thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intrigued by God's green earth as of late. Every element of nature I see makes me feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the world He has created. I want to see stars. There are none to see here in the cityglow. I would that this journey take me to where I can enjoy the stars, but then, it's not up to me is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am stuck in the city forever, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to be creative, to reflect God's creation in my own way. I want to paint, to write, to create. Even to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my journey is not going where I know. Maybe it's leading me to create more than to work in a boring role. I wish I could know His plan. Not my will but his be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think i cannot resist to create. I will, I will. Give me a paint brush, a microphone, a camera, a pen. The contents of my mind need an escape. Perhaps that is why I write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking my first work will be a painting. I am no good at it, but who's looking anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I digress. I hope this journey leads somewhere I will like. For fear of a wasted life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6118076343330653865?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6118076343330653865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-journey-and-of-creation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6118076343330653865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6118076343330653865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-journey-and-of-creation.html' title='Of the journey, and of creation'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-1023959014297791557</id><published>2008-11-06T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:31:49.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts- or are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like adventures. I read this story for English today called "Big Two-Hearted River" by Ernest Hemingway. It's a really simple story about a guy going fishing but it makes me wanna go like, camp or hike or something. The problem is that I'm stuck in a concrete world with plastic trees. Oh well, I can have adventures here too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til I get payed! Then I get to implement my new budget. hurray. Now I can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Various things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class today went well, and I set up a time to meet with my teacher about the class I'm not doing well in. It's tomorrow. I hope I can figure out what I'm doing wrong so I can pass the class.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Japanese class again today, which was fun. I have trouble remembering what I learn though. I guess I need to study it, which I don't really have time to do. We are planning a Japanese party on the 15th at BSM. Well international night was equally as fun, because I played BS with Koreans and a Chinese guy. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm reading John again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days.&lt;/span&gt;"- Jesus in John 2 has such zeal for the house of the Lord that he clears the temple of all money-changers and animal sellers. He then says this famous quote prophecying his future death and resurrection. What a perfect reminder of how He is God and he knows all things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26117" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26118" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You should not be surprised at my saying, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must be born again&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;span id="en-NIV-26119" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;What does is mean to be born of the Spirit? I believe it is a new spiritual life through salvation by grace through faith in Jesus Christ. I am thinking again about what impact on my life this is... what does it mean for me? The fact that I am reborn means that I am filled with the spirit, which does whatever it pleases and leads where God decides.&lt;br /&gt;From the Spirit, I am compelled to follow Christ with my whole life, and this includes sharing his love with those around me. Every day I must lay my life down for the sake of the Gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-1023959014297791557?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/1023959014297791557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts-or-are-they.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1023959014297791557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/1023959014297791557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts-or-are-they.html' title='Random thoughts- or are they?'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-6978184895675123532</id><published>2008-11-03T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:50:22.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random stuff about today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two tests today. I think I did well. I hope I did well. I studied pretty hard this time.&lt;br /&gt;I also worked from 12:00 to 5:30 with no lunch (except some ramen a coworker gave me). I had no money. Oh well, I guess I learned my lesson with my budget this month. (By the way I have a new budget that will hopefully help me to have money to like, eat, and stuff.) But seriously Don't waste your money. It stinks in the long run. Also food costs alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 14:27&lt;/span&gt; "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;This verse is really helping me right now. I have restructured my life in such a way that I can make good grades. The only problem is that I am still stressed out. These words of Jesus are comforting and just what I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently rediscovered the value of family. Family is a huge comfort to me. My family makes me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, but I think that this can apply not only to immediate families but to the family of God. We are called to Love each other in Christ and to spur one another on to love and good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;question of the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be fully committed?&lt;br /&gt;To what? to anything. What does it take?&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, is it worth it? why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-6978184895675123532?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/6978184895675123532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-stuff-about-today-i-had-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6978184895675123532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/6978184895675123532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-stuff-about-today-i-had-two.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-8899065199750678992</id><published>2008-10-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:46:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NIV-26740" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete." I was just thinking about these words of Jesus. How many times do I not ask just because I don't have faith? It's not hard to ask. It is however a humbling experience. Just ask and you WILL recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." He is bigger than anything I face. All I need to do is trust. Take Heart, because he has OVERCOME the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stressed because of school and work and finances. AAHH I need to study, but i need to work, but I need to be involved at Church and BSM! I know it'll be ok but it's like AAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the decision that I will study by hardest. "Whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." I want to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-8899065199750678992?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/8899065199750678992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/10/ask-until-now-you-have-not-asked-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8899065199750678992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/8899065199750678992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/10/ask-until-now-you-have-not-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-3070623931732036521</id><published>2008-10-23T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:32:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashi Wa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking a lot right now about my life. I feel kind of down. This feeling is caused by the fact that I am not doing so well in one of my classes. I am asking myself what my goals are and what my priorities should be. I'm asking hard questions about my life. I think my life needs a major change. I will contemplate this over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Lighter Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing to study Japanese. It's awesome and I am doing well. I hung out with Japanese students today, when I went to Japanese class and BSM International night. They are fun and I learned some awesome stuff about Japan and my Japanese friends. I just love Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness isn't what it seems. I think that it's a choice really. I have to make an effort to avoid emotional sinking. I just wanna listen to music and be. Be. Not angry or sad, just carefree and chill. I know it's an ideal and irresponsible. So what. Just be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184628985428437192-3070623931732036521?l=thattheymaylive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/feeds/3070623931732036521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/10/watashi-wa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3070623931732036521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184628985428437192/posts/default/3070623931732036521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thattheymaylive.blogspot.com/2008/10/watashi-wa.html' title='Watashi Wa'/><author><name>ThatTheyMayLive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266276401364890967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184628985428437192.post-4498197729612823435</id><published>2008-10-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:53:15.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to start blogging about my life, and everything in it. Hence the title. My URL refers to the fact that Jesus Christ died "that they may live". I want this to be a kind of motto for my life. I want others to come to know Christ and I want to share him with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall Comes At Last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but feeling a sense of joy as the weather grows colder. It's a like a warm feeling inside me. It may seem like a paradox, but it is true. I love Fall, but Winter is my favorite. I am beginning to feel a kind of nostalgia for all those past winters spent with my family and friends. I want this season to be even better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indescribable, Uncontainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the indescribable party. It's an outreach event at which we will watch a video explaining how the stars give Glory to God the Creator and to Jesus. I love the fact that God's Glory is displayed in the heaven's for us to see! There is nothing more amazing than looking at His universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to Copeland's new album "You Are my Sunshine." It's amazing. I love Copeland. They make me feel even more wintry, because when their last album came out, I listened to it all winter long. This album is another step in the evolution of the band, and it is a good one. 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