<?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-1122590660319749492</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:23:52.201-07:00</updated><category term='stillbirth'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='trauma'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='suicidal'/><category term='Obsessive Compulsive Disorder'/><category term='O.C.D.'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='affair'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='mental disabilities'/><category term='hope'/><category term='home'/><category term='grave'/><category term='murder'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='relief'/><category term='lust'/><category term='humor'/><category term='worry'/><category term='dealing with the death of a child'/><category term='Father'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='Post Traumatic Stress Disorder'/><category term='calm'/><category term='cross'/><category term='intimate'/><category term='counseling'/><category term='abandonment'/><category term='peace'/><category term='panic attacks'/><category term='need job'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='rape'/><category term='come'/><category term='died'/><category term='widow'/><category term='Panic Disorder'/><category term='joy'/><category term='dealing with death'/><category term='life'/><category term='rest'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='phobia'/><category term='Generalized Anxiety Disorder'/><category term='fear'/><category term='love'/><category term='with factor'/><category term='P.T.S.D.'/><title type='text'>Summit Song</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-247843824360083523</id><published>2009-11-14T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:30:26.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Traumatic Stress Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic attacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generalized Anxiety Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The Fear that Calms All Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;I used to eat insects when I was little. Mom told me that she found me eating bugs countless times, and she’d have to scoop them out of my mouth. She said, she doesn’t really know how many bugs I actually ingested. Crunchy potato bugs, ants, spiders, you name it. They were all potential victims, to my curious tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;I ironically developed, at a young age, a phobia of spiders. Though, other bugs don’t bother me. (For the comfort of those of you who share my phobia, I am done mentioning bugs in this post.) :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;What are you afraid of? Is it a discomfort around large dogs? Is it a fear of letting yourself grow attached to someone, who might end up not loving you as much as you want to be loved ...or re-wounding you in ways you’ve been burned before? Is it a fear of how people might respond to a dark part of your past, or present? Do you struggle to trust people? Is there a sircomstance that has consumed you with fearful worry, of how you will ever make it through your future, or even face today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;What things cause you fearful anxiety, worry, or even panic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Did you think of something? I know I can think of a lot of things for me. One thing that God has been working on, in me, is the concept of the fear that calms all fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;The fear that calms all fear, is the fear of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;What does it mean, to fear God? Personally, I often get a kind of sinking feeling inside, when I think of the term “fearing God.” When I’m already afraid of so much, it feels defeating, to think about fearing one more thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;But that feeling comes out of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;, of what it means to fear God. The fear of the Lord actually brings rest, breath, relief, peace, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;fearlessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;. The fear of God hushes, stills, pacifies, calms, all fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I get my misunderstanding of fearing the Lord, when I think that it’s the same kind of fear that I have with certain other things. Like when I think about my family’s tight finances, or when I go to sleep and dream that I’m naked in public. But the fear of God is a completely different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; of fear. ...Like the crown on a princess, is different than the crown on a tooth. Or the mic you sing into, ...is different than my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; Mike. To be God fearing, is a different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;To fear the Lord does NOT mean, to be anxious, worried, terrified, or frightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;To fear the Lord, means to love Him. It means to be in AWE, of His awesome power, majesty, and ability. It means to seek to know how to describe who He is, what He’s done, and promised He will do, what He thinks about, and what He’s passionate about. The more we get to know about Him, the closer we draw to Him, and the deeper we come to just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; to fathom ...the unfathomable greatness, and size of God, ...the more we will change how we live, in response to Him. If you think about it, all of these things will naturally happen, if we love Him. The definition of fearing God: love Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;These last couple years, I’ve been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;DROWNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; in worrisome anxiety, and fearful panic. These two rough years for me, have thrown me into the need to draw nearer to the Lord, and to try to understand Him better. This has caused me to fear God (in other words: to love God) more. The more intimate my friendship with God has become, the more I want to show Him my fear of Him (my love of Him,) by altering how I live, think, speak. The more tenderly I adore Him (same as to fear Him,) the more I am longing, seeking, to learn about what He thinks, feels, who He is. This fearing (loving, gentle adoration) of God, has been producing an ever deepening... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;PEACE, FEARLESSNESS, FREEDOM FROM ANXIOUS WORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;, is largely due to my growing in knowledge of God’s personality, character traits, mind, heart. My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;FEARLESSNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; is founded in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;WHO GOD IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;. The more I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; God (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; God,) the more I seek to learn about Him, because I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; to know who He is. And the more I know about who God is, the more I understand and see, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;REST, HOPE, SAFETY, BREATH, RELIEF FROM ANXIOUS WORRY, FREEDOM FROM FEAR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;PEACE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;that I have in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; God, means to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; God, which is a beautiful, peace giving thing. The fear of God brings peace. The fear (love) of God is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; kind of fear. It brings relief, from ALL negative kind of fear. To fear (love) God, brings FREEDOM, from the negative kind of fear, FREEDOM from anxiousness, worry, panic, terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;For those who love (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; fear) God, there is no negative (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;undesirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;) fear. For those who fear God, there is no fear. For those who fear God, there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;IS NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The fear (love) of God brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;SECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;DEEP REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;. The fear (love) of God, is the fear that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;DISSOLVES, STOPS, STILLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; all fear. The fear of God, is the fear that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;PACIFIES, HUSHES, QUIETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; all fear. The fear of God, is the fear that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;CALMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv9GV4WI5VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jTfncKVcbHA/s1600-h/P1010042_2_2_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv9GV4WI5VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jTfncKVcbHA/s400/P1010042_2_2_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404115419584324946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;This post is dedicated to a cousin of mine, who shares in common with me, Anxiety Disorder, and panic attacks.  Love you, cuz’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-247843824360083523?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/247843824360083523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=247843824360083523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/247843824360083523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/247843824360083523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-that-calms-all-fear.html' title='The Fear that Calms All Fear'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv9GV4WI5VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jTfncKVcbHA/s72-c/P1010042_2_2_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-1820079885765406159</id><published>2009-09-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:43:43.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.D.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Traumatic Stress Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic attacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generalized Anxiety Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.T.S.D.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessive Compulsive Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trauma'/><title type='text'>Lord, May YOUR Will be Done... I LOVE You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sq4KTthSx1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OAv26NfjAVc/s1600-h/P1010034_2_5_6.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sq4KTthSx1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OAv26NfjAVc/s400/P1010034_2_5_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381249938507351890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;About a year and a half ago, the disabilities that I already had (Generalized Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Post Traumatic Stress) suddenly flared up overwhelmingly. This threw me into a new one, Panic Disorder.  Panic Disorder threw my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (caused by traumas in my past), and the other disorders into something that has absolutely crippled me. This, and the consistent panic attacks throughout every day, ended up causing me to be house bound, for the last year.  I dropped out of all activities, except councilor and doctor appointments.  Since Christmas, I have been able to attend the Worship and Creative Arts rehearsals most weeks at my church, as a member of their prayer team.  Other than that, I have mostly been bound to my room.  The panic and anxiety has often made it hard for me to get food down, causing loss of weight, and sometimes needing people to support me walking, from lack of ability to get nutrition.  These disabilities have long crippled me from being able to have a job, have my own apartment (I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; grateful for my parents letting me stay with them), or from who I am inside, being able to break out of my cage.  As my situation has been substantualy worse, this last year and a half, my personality, my passions, my gifts, have been ever more trapped inside my body.  This leads into the following, below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need You, Lord, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let there be life.  Let there be life in me... and You are life.  Let there be life in me, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; You!  And You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; life!  That they would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!  Let there be life in me, that they would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!  And You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; life!  That they would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let the world see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are God!  Through my weakness, may the world see Your power!  Through my inability, may the world see Your ability!  Let the world see my weakness, so that anything You do, no one will be able to say it was by my power!  May no one be able to say that Your works were done by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;May I be completely free!  Heal my heart, soul, mind, and body, so that I can be who I am for You!  Heal me, so that I can sing and write music, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; can lead others to come to know You, and into ever deepening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lifestyles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of worship of You, through music.  Father, may I be healed, so that I can be able to use my passion for orphans and abandoned children/adults, to serve You.  Restore me, so I can fulfill my passions to be a voice for the voiceless, to write, to be the kind of leader I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to be, for You.  Enable me to serve You in my draw to China, in my pull to Christian apologetics, and to be able to fully use the compassion that is built into me.  Lord, heal me, so that I can use my deep, deep longing... to encourage... exhort... build up... and nurture... groups of people, teams, and individuals.  May I be released from my chains, so that I can pursue my friends, my family, and people that don’t expect it.  Father, heal me, so I can be able to use my passions and my gifts... every part of me for You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finnish the work You started in me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for allowing me to go through this, so You could direct and grow me, all You have!  I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, for all You have taught me, and changed in me, through this time!  If I must continue to go through struggle, for You to finish what You are doing in me, then let it go on as long as it needs to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finnish the work You started in me!  May I be love as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are love.  May I be grace as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are grace.  May I be forgiveness as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are forgiveness.  May I be a leader as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are a leader.  Deepen my passion to be led by You, through others.  Teach me how to tear down, and prevent division, and how to initiate, and grow unity.  Continue to show me who You are, as my Father.  Teach me how to be the kind of daughter, You want me to be to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I praise You, because You are able!  I praise You, for Your powers and Your wonders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I let go of everything.  I am willing to loose everything, and everyone else, if it is what You see best.  Take everything!  Just give me YOU!  Do whatever would make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; dreams come true!  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; You!  Lord, May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Will be Done... I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-1820079885765406159?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1820079885765406159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=1820079885765406159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1820079885765406159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1820079885765406159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/lord-may-your-will-be-done-i-love-you.html' title='Lord, May YOUR Will be Done... I LOVE You!'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sq4KTthSx1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OAv26NfjAVc/s72-c/P1010034_2_5_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-3652076527655075359</id><published>2009-07-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:03:11.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Wrote a Short Story with a Rhyme, Made For a Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wrote a poem... a humorous ;) story, about a man who uses twitter. I just started using Twitter... guess it's been on my mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Twitterville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It started when he sat down flat, upon the seat on which he sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;where he said "Aw stweet!" and made his first twitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;upon his computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He kicked up his feet, and began to out twitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all of his twitter friends 'till they became bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For he was a twitter bird who twittered all he ever heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He twittered like a toddler on a teeter-totter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mindlessly telling of all his ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Till his twitter buds thought that he'd teetered too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They twittered "You're a twit!" He threw a fit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;went off twitter for all time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and to this day, upon that chair he will not sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then his ex-tweets twittered "Aw stweet, that's the end of it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-3652076527655075359?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3652076527655075359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=3652076527655075359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3652076527655075359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3652076527655075359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrote-short-story-with-rhyme-made-for.html' title='Wrote a Short Story with a Rhyme, Made For a Laugh'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-6153689565735511033</id><published>2009-06-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:12:23.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental disabilities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Traumatic Stress Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='died'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicidal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dealing with the death of a child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trauma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>Just When Nothing at All Seemed to Make Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does God only bring good things... out of &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of our suffering? Or does God have good purposes... He brings out of &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the really horrible things? What about the things that just... don't... &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt;... to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sense&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This last year and a half of tears, has brought that question out in me a lot. Have you ever asked yourself that? "Does God have a &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;, for absolutely each&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; pain... we endure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The answer is yes! God has planned in advance, purpose… that is GOOD, to bring out of every hardship we go through. In a previous post, I wrote to God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“I know that out of my tough circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;You will bring good out of it,&lt;br /&gt;for You, me, and for others.&lt;br /&gt;You made the UNIVERSE out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So, You have the power to make good works out of what I have lost,&lt;br /&gt;and what is no more.&lt;br /&gt;You brought so MUCH good, out of the agony You took on at the cross.&lt;br /&gt;So, You have the power to use how I am broken,&lt;br /&gt;to bring good out of it for You, me and others.&lt;br /&gt;You even have the power to use my sin,&lt;br /&gt;as well as how I suffer from wrong choices,&lt;br /&gt;so that people can come to know You.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;God loves both those who know Him, and those who don’t. God loves ALL people. This is a God, who’s love, dwarfs the size of the love, all humankind has ever felt, towards anyone and anything, combined! God dwarfs the universe! He is powerful enough to do all things. He made all things! In all His love, and in all His power, He will not restrain, in carrying out good things for us! He will do this through every one of our struggles, delights, and even each seemingly boring and pointless moment. Because He loves us enough to want to… and He is able to do what His love wants to do for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My last post, “A Song for Sunset Church,” addresses the question “Why would a GOOD God let BAD things happen?” The song below, on this post, deals with the question “Does God have a purpose for all our troubled times? …What about the things that just… &lt;em&gt;don’t&lt;/em&gt;… make &lt;em&gt;sense&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The song below, is a song I have been working on, since Christmas. The song is about a concept, that my mother mentioned to me, around that time. The concept in this song, has been continuing to give me hope... and has been changing the way I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is sung a cappella. It is either sung by women &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; men, or only men. There are pros and cons about both options, but it is simple to change what key it is written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a choral piece... it's sung one person per part. (Though I haven't counted how many parts there are yet. I can hear the harmonies and background in my head, but it varies how many people are singing, at different points of the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the song, deep base drums will be added in, so it will not be truly a cappella at that point. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is God, and has always existed. But He chose to come to Earth, in the form of a human baby. Jesus chose a person named Mary, to be His earthly mother, and give birth to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song begins, just after Jesus had been killed on the cross, and shortly before He came back to life. The song starts, just after Jesus had been taken off the cross and layed in His mother, Mary's, arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Meant to Save the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lying limp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;in His mother's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;seething&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the sobs of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She cries out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sense&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She remembers the angel that met with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and the words the angel said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She remembers the great multitude of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the shepherds told her of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She remembers the miracle of virgin birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She remembers the blazing star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;in the midnight sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that led the wise men to her child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bringing gold and other gifts of worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;her son had walked on water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;her son had healed the blind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Her son had healed the blind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Her son proclaimed the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He'd turned water into wine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He'd turned water into wine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;even the sea was stilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;by the words that He had said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;By the words that He had said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Her son had driven out demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and raised Lazarus from the dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then He's hanging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and just when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;needed her the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;she couldn't wipe away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that He had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all He would have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;had it not been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;her son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;who'd died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just when nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;seemed to make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When nothing made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just when nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;seemed to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sense&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was meant to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You will pour out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You will pour out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through all the things we are suffering through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;because You love us enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;because You love us enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to do all that You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that You as God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that You as God are able to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You will pour out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You will pour out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through all the things we are suffering through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;because You love us enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;because You love us enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to do all that You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that You as God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that You as God are able to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No dreamer can imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all You have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and will do in secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all that we have yet to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that we will get to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that You will be doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for the rest of all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No dreamer can imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all You have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;are doing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and have yet to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and ever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the sake of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And just when nothing at all seemed to make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was meant to save the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;About two thousand years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh I am barely hanging in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and I am at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of seeing how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You could bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anything good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through my hangin' on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But as the nails tore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;each time You rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You were hanging on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hanging on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and You could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You would bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;through Your hangin' on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cry out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;don't You hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my cry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I shake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;an angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;With my human eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;what purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You could bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;out of my broken story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But Your all seeing eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;saw all the wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You saw all the wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You would bring out through the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You would bring out through the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;in all Your glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You were bringing the hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hope of freedom from our stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hope of freedom from our stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;from the foolish things we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You were bringing hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You were bringing the hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bringing the hope of You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So when my life is a puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;is a puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that just when nothing at all seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;{deep base drums come in here}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;br /&gt;Lord in all of Your power&lt;br /&gt;You will pour out good&lt;br /&gt;You will pour out good&lt;br /&gt;through all the things we are suffering through&lt;br /&gt;because You love us enough&lt;br /&gt;because You love us enough&lt;br /&gt;to do all that You&lt;br /&gt;all that You as God&lt;br /&gt;all that You as God are able to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;br /&gt;No dreamer can imagine&lt;br /&gt;all You have done&lt;br /&gt;and will do in secret&lt;br /&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;br /&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;br /&gt;all that we have yet to see&lt;br /&gt;that we will get to see&lt;br /&gt;that You will be doing&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of all time&lt;br /&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;br /&gt;No dreamer can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;br /&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;br /&gt;all You have done&lt;br /&gt;are doing now&lt;br /&gt;and have yet to do&lt;br /&gt;for forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;and ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;the sake of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;br /&gt;No dreamer can imagine&lt;br /&gt;all You have done&lt;br /&gt;and will do in secret&lt;br /&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;br /&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;br /&gt;all that we have yet to see&lt;br /&gt;that we will get to see&lt;br /&gt;that You will be doing&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of all time&lt;br /&gt;through the things we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;{During the next verse, the following two lines are sung once.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I praise You for Your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and I praise You for Your love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;No heart can comprehend! No!&lt;br /&gt;No dreamer can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;No eyes have seen! No lips could tell!&lt;br /&gt;No human mind can fathom&lt;br /&gt;all You have done&lt;br /&gt;are doing now&lt;br /&gt;and have yet to do&lt;br /&gt;for forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;and ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;the sake of us!&lt;br /&gt;Just when nothing at all seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;it was meant to save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-6153689565735511033?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6153689565735511033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=6153689565735511033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/6153689565735511033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/6153689565735511033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-when-nothing-at-all-seemed-to-make.html' title='Just When Nothing at All Seemed to Make Sense'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-5351752330470378604</id><published>2009-06-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:59:03.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental disabilities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='died'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='widow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dealing with death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>A Song for Sunset Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We have been watching an interesting story unfold, at our church. For over a year now, at Sunset, there has been an increase in the amount of things and people we care about dying. In the wake of a dying economy, so many people at our church, have been deeply touched by the death of a job, or hour reductions. There are &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; people, who are experiencing the intense suffering, of their marriages dying. There are those who have experienced the death of their bodies' health in some way. There have been deaths of immediate family members, relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are walking through the death of the ability to fulfill a dream. Maybe you know the loss of a friendship that has died or the death of freedom from mental disabilities. Weather you attend Sunset or not, what is it in your life that has died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a previous post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-were-born-to-die-that-there.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Some Things were Born to Die, that there Might be LIFE!," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wrote to God: &lt;em&gt;"So much has died in my life. You have been using the desperation this has produced, for me to seek to know who You are more, Your character, Your attributes. The more I am discovering and being reminded of about You, the more I am discovering how deep, how endlessly wide, how awesome this LIFE is that is YOU."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;God uses &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt;, to draw us closer to &lt;em&gt;Him who is LIFE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all that has died throughout my lifetime, I struggle with a deep fear of loss. The song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-in-all-you-are.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Lost in All You Are," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;which I put up on a different post, adds another angle, to the knowledge that God is life. The theme of "Lost in All You Are," is that all that has ever been, is, and will ever be combined... amounts to less than nothing, when it stands before ALL GOD IS. The song highlights, that EVERYTHING God is... is life. Therefor, for those who know the Lord, there is NO fear in the death and loss of what we love. Because even if all that had ever been, is, and will ever be, died and was lost... it would all amount to less than nothing, when compared to ALL GOD IS. And &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; God is... is &lt;em&gt;LIFE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Below is a song. It focuses on the truth, that some things were born to die, so that there would be life. It focuses on the truth, that God &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; life. All of us have experienced someone, or something we love, die. If you are someone who attends Sunset Church, I wrote this song with you particularly in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been watching an interesting story unfold, at our church. God has meant the death we have known, to draw us deeper into Him... who IS life. And we will not be disappointed, because He who is life, overwhelms all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That there Would be Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of tiny fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that never had the chance to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to grasp my fingers fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To grasp mine fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What would it have been like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to watch him living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to know just who he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of the very first breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never had the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to breathe his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;had a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that You had from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That through all I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who have died and that has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some things were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of robbed innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a friend left in the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a widow's shaking shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of the wake left behind the lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of the man she loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;running from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with her quivering heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of a layed off parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at all it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just tryin' to stay alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of an abandoned daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to hurt to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what it would be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of a broken child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;down on his knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who'd rather take his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;than just tryin' to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;had a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that You had from the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that through all I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who have died and that has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some things were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some things were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that we would be drawn deeper into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and You are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that we would be drawn deeper into life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because of who You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are hope! You are joy! You are peace! You are freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;than all that has died throughout all time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You overwhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all that could ever die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are so much more! You are so much more! You overwhelm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And You are life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You died to draw us nearer to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and You are life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You died to draw us nearer to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of You God upon a cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You who are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;breathing in Your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of You who believes so deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in bringing life through death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that You chose to be born to suffer and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that the whole world would have breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we would breathe in life at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of a grave with a body gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Easter morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You rose again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now life has spoken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Images of the breaking rays of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when death itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;was broken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and life has triumphed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;over death forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who is Mighty to Save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have conquered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the grave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some things were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when I come to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some things were born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that there would be life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when I come to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I come to 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Come Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One of the songs that's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;percolating&lt;/span&gt; in my mind now for a while, was bubbling in me today. So, today I sat down with God, and worked on it. I'm excited that the lyrics are now completed, and that the melody seems to be done as well. All I have right now are the melody and the lyrics, so I'm looking forward to adding more to it. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; though, to pray that it will be used for what I really wrote it for, here on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song focuses, on how God loves &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; people. Weather we're a little girl playing princess, or we're someone who murdered a thousand people, God wants to intimately be our Father. Whatever we've done, or are doing wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; we know the Lord or not, God wants &lt;em&gt;desperately&lt;/em&gt; for us to draw close to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we choose to come to Him, God is our home here on Earth &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; in Heaven. Right here, right now, we get to come, and call Him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come Running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who is this God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who comes running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;falling down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; His knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;arms open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saying come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;child come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just as you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who is this God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;from the nails upon the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;arms open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saying come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;child come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just as you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who is this Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hands shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eyes quivering with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He's crying on behalf of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saying come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;child come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just as you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who is this Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who'd give His son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;in a Father's desperate love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to suffer on behalf of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saying come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;child come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;arms open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;falling down upon your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to meet Him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lost in His embrace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wipe&lt;/span&gt; the tears upon His face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that He's crying as He waits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for you just to call Him home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come just as you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come arms open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;falling down upon my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to meet You there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lost in Your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come just as I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wipe&lt;/span&gt; the tears upon Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that You're crying in a Father's desperate love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and I call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come just as I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just as I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just as I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just as I am I call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I come and call You home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-1072934131546718209?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1072934131546718209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=1072934131546718209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1072934131546718209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1072934131546718209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-running.html' title='Come Running'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-3269327903700952370</id><published>2009-03-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:30:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In All You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jay McKenney, our worship minister at Sunset Church, is urging people at Sunset to offer songs they have composed, to use in our services.  I am aware of a number of people in my circle, who compose in private.  If you have a song you have written, or would enjoy sitting down to write, I would LOVE to hear what's been going on in your head, in a way that God, I and others get to benefit from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have decided to participate in this, but in a little different way.  For perhaps over half of my lifetime, my health conditions have not allowed me to bring to completion the music I compose.  The in the moment songs or music pieces I create, are completed constantly.  But these music pieces are fleeting, coming into my mind, sung out or played on our electric piano, then disappear.  However, the pieces I work on long term, I continually end up without the ability to bring to completion.  Composing comes easily for me, but my disabilities have for years gotten in the way of my bringing my stuff to completion.  That might not make sense to you, but keep in mind that for years brushing my teeth, reading a book or sending an email, have been tremendously difficult for me, because of disabilities.  So, I have decided to participate, in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I deeply desire for others to share with me, in worshiping God, through the music I create.  So, below are the lyrics to a song I just finished the lyrics to.  The instrumental back round has been moving forward.  The melody for the words is pretty much completed, but has some bubbles to work out.  The song is called "Lost In All You Are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This song focuses on how God is SO MUCH MORE than everything else combined.  How even if &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; was lost, those who know the Lord would still have unfathomably more, in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost In All You Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(lead vocal... not decided if man or woman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When You rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The mountains bow their summits to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When You stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mighty forests of old drop like splinters to the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When You shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The stars fall from the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To the depths of the ocean floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When You breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The oceans raise their foaming peaks to praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every glacier plummeting into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Each imploding star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All mankind that is, that have been born and that have yet to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every choir of angels, crying out the anthem of Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The whole of all the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All that is, and was, and that has yet to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everything fades into less than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As it stands before all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And when everything is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All that's lost fades into less than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As it stands before all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost in all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(mens' choir joins in singing with lead vocal, when last verse is repeated second time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(after second repetition of last verse, lead vocal stops singing and childrens' choir joins with verse below... mens' choir continues repeating the verse they were singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(childrens' choir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Great leaders bend their knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Angels tremble as they worship You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Demons skater to the farthest reaches of the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the whisper of Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Childrens' lips sing out Your praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Distant island nations glorify Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All creation bows before You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the glory of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(after childrens' choir completes first repetition of their verse, womens' choir joins in with a new verse as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mens' choir and childrens' choir continue to repeat their parts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(womens' choir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lost in wonder of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In breathless worship I bow my life before You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In giddy joy, in bliss, in thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know the laughter of the deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And everything You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(All parts repeat again as lead vocal joins in the song again vocalizing.  During this same repetition, after the lead vocal joins in, all instruments become suddenly silent.  All parts continue to be sung a cappella during instrumental silence.  When that repetition completes, instruments come back in meeting the crescendo.  All parts repeat, breaking off at different points, to join in singing round the verse below.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And when everything is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All that's lost fades into less than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As it stands before all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost in all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in all You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And everything You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(After all parts sing this round twice, each part stops singing after their second repetition of this verse ends.  Just as lead vocal is about to become the last one to finish singing their part, all instruments suddenly cease, except for a low rumble.  Lead vocal sings softly, voice filled with awe, what is written below.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost in all you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(low rumble fades and lead vocal completes singing, in a soft voice filled with awe, what is written below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And everything You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-3269327903700952370?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3269327903700952370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=3269327903700952370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3269327903700952370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3269327903700952370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-in-all-you-are.html' title='Lost In All You Are'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-1984717483301273277</id><published>2009-03-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:34:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lord, it is &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt; for me to surrender absolutely everything to You!  So often, I feel like I've already lost so much, I &lt;em&gt;don't want&lt;/em&gt; to loose any more.  So often I feel like I've been crushed so much, I just can't... take... any... more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Remind me &lt;em&gt;constantly&lt;/em&gt; of what You did for me at the cross!  You have &lt;em&gt;been&lt;/em&gt; reminding me, that before You went through all You did at the cross, You, Jesus, asked Your Father to take this cup from You.  In other words, You were asking Your Father to not have You go through the horrors of the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You, Jesus, are fully God.  I know that You Jesus, the Father and Holy Spirit, are all part of one God.  Yet, even though You, Jesus are fully God, and had complete ability to not go to the cross if You chose not to, You told Your Father that You wanted HIS will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jesus, You submitted to Your Father's will because You &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Him!  You also submitted to Your Father's will because You love &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;!  What You went through on the cross for us, brought us &lt;em&gt;peace,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hope, joy, comfort, relief, healing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Help me to follow Your example, of surrendering to You, out of my love for You, and my love for others.  I know that out of my tough circumstances, You will bring good out of it, for You, me, and for others.  You made the UNIVERSE out of nothing.  So, You have the power to make good works out of what I have lost, and what is no more.  You brought so MUCH good, out of the agony You took on at the cross.  So, You have the power to use how I am broken, to bring good out of it for You, me and others.  You even have the power to use my sin, as well as how I suffer from wrong choices, so that people can come to know You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For possibly over half a year now, I have &lt;em&gt;often&lt;/em&gt; been at a place where I may be literally incapable of surrendering everything to You.  During this time, You have been teaching me about the impossible surrender.  When it is impossible for me to surrender to You in some way, ALL things are possible for You.  When I get to that place, of being unable to surrender something to You, all I have to do is say yes, and You will meet me there and make it possible for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, Jesus, in mirroring how You cried out to Your Father before You went to the cross, Lord, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, deliver me from my needs.  But if it is &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; will for me to be in this place, then even if I am not capable of surrendering absolutely everything to You right now, I simply say yes, and know that You will meet me here and &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; will make me able to surrender to You right now.  So I say yes.  Here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lord, You died for us.  I wrote in a poem, that I posted on my blog: "Love died for those who hated Him.  Love died for those who killed Him on the cross."  Help me to love the world as &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; love the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Out of my love for You and people, if it is best for You and others, then deliver me from my need.  But, out of my love for You and people,  let me stay in this place of need, if it is best for You and others.  Lord, if it is best for You and others, for me to be more broken than this, then out of my love for You and people, may I be even more crushed than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If it is best for me to suffer, then through my suffering, may others be comforted.  Through my brokenness, may people be made whole.  May I be crushed, so that they would be healed.  May I have loss, so they would find hope.  May I know pain, so they would find relief, so they would find truth, so they would be restored, so &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; would &lt;em&gt;come&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;know You&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; more than all things.  So, may &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; will be done in all things.  If it is Your will for me to know struggle, then in all Your love, and You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; love, poor out Your good works for the sake of &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;, for the sake of &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, and for the sake of &lt;em&gt;others&lt;/em&gt;.  Out of my love for You and people, I ask You, in all Your power You have as GOD, carry out Your good works, and don't... hold back... in &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-1984717483301273277?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1984717483301273277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=1984717483301273277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1984717483301273277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1984717483301273277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am!'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-1979470046840923968</id><published>2009-03-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:03:46.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Were Born to Die, That there Might be LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lord, You have been showing me this year, that some things were born to die, so that there might be life. Weather it is a person who dies, a dream that dies, a friendship, a marriage, a financial situation, someone's state of health, or a longing that can't be fulfilled, it is all meant to draw us deeper into life. And You ARE life. When things die, You use death, to draw us closer to YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As Easter has been approaching, You have been crystallizing in my mind, that You are the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; example of this! You, the God who has always existed, came to Earth, to be born as one of us, though You were still fully God. You were born to die... so that we would have LIFE. And You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; life! You died to draw us closer to You... to draw us closer to LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So much has died in my life. You have been using the desperation this has produced, for me to seek to know who You are more, Your character, Your attributes. The more I am discovering and being reminded of about You, the more I am discovering how deep, how endlessly &lt;em&gt;wide&lt;/em&gt;, how &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; this LIFE is that is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Though You have been teaching and reminding me about You, it has been such a struggle for me to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; life, even though You have been showing me HOW MUCH this life is that You are. Lately, You have been really deepening my ability to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; life, but that feeling of life flees from me so easily, still. Ingrain in me, down to every last fiber of my being, the knowledge of who You are, how I should respond to that with my heart, mind, body, sole and the way I live... and the ability to &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; all the LIFE THAT YOU ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because of who You are, You are &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;, You are &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;, You are &lt;em&gt;peace&lt;/em&gt;! Because of who You are, I have &lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;victory&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt; that's bigger than I am, because &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; are so much bigger than I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When You died on the cross, You didn't just die to bring us &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;, You rose from the dead! You &lt;em&gt;conquered&lt;/em&gt; death! You have complete power over death, to either prevent it, or allow it to draw us closer to &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; who &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the rays of dawn broke the sky, that first Easter morning, death itself was broken. You are forever Author of Salvation! You conquered the grave, to save me from death. You died to draw me closer to You... and everything You are... is... LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, this Easter, remind me that some things were born to die, that there might... be... &lt;em&gt;LIFE&lt;/em&gt;! And You &lt;em&gt;are LIFE&lt;/em&gt;! So, draw me closer! I come &lt;em&gt;near&lt;/em&gt;! Draw me closer to &lt;em&gt;LIFE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-1979470046840923968?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1979470046840923968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=1979470046840923968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1979470046840923968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/1979470046840923968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-were-born-to-die-that-there.html' title='Some Things Were Born to Die, That there Might be LIFE!'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-4405240155471506061</id><published>2009-03-11T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:45:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When it Seems I'm Helpless, the All-Power is on MY Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lord, I have been struggling lately with the feeling of helplessness. So many things are out of my control! I've been watching my life falling apart, and I don't have the power to better my circumstances. I'm watching my family suffer, and I don't have the ability to meet their needs. I've been watching many I care about, outside my family, hurting. I pray for these people and try to do what I can, but there is so much I can't fix. I am so small, and the needs are so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, keep reminding me, that just when it seems I'm helpless, You, the All-Power, are on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; side. You've been working on ingraining it in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. But, I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; human. It's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; hard for me to remember and grasp, how big You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yet, I know, that the angels are beneath Your feet. I know, that the whole of all the demons, are beneath Your feet. All the great rulers, of every nation, are beneath You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Who could fight You and win? Who could stand against You, and overcome You? Every army of angels, demons and mankind combined, could not stand against You and overtake You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What forces of nature could You not overpower? All is beneath You, and You are above all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Remind me, that just when it seems I'm helpless, the All-Power is on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; side. Remind me, that when I am faced with spiritual warfare, people standing against me or the struggles of all sorts of suffering, Your hand is on my &lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt;, in the &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;battle&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I cry out to You, You hear me. When I cry out to You, You &lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt; to me. When I cry out to You, You ANSWER me. And You will &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; answer in the ways that are BEST, in all Your complete wisdom, knowledge and ability to see into the past, present and future. When You answer me, You will always answer me with all Your love, that is the unfathomable measure of love that You as GOD have for me, for those in my life, and for the world. You will always answer, in all Your power that You have as GOD, in the ways that You see &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me, that just when it seems I'm helpless, the All-Power is on &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; side. The All-Power is on &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-4405240155471506061?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4405240155471506061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=4405240155471506061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/4405240155471506061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/4405240155471506061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-it-seems-im-helpless-all.html' title='Just When it Seems I&apos;m Helpless, the All-Power is on MY Side'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-6119889797774898739</id><published>2009-02-28T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:51:49.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>The Reality that IS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lord, throughout my life, I have experienced a lot of suffering. This last year, which has been full of so many heavy things for me, has left me reeling and sapped of what little strength I had left. Life has come at me fast, knocked me down, and left me gasping for hope. Even though I know You, Lord, it has left me feeling so little of that constant peace, joy, excitement and awe that comes from knowing You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You have been showing me a concept about hope. This concept has become more clear than it has ever been, yet is hardest for me to remember and hardest for me to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In this concept, You have been teaching me to look at &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; You are, Your character and attributes. So, keep teaching and reminding me who You are. Continually remind me that the Bible says that You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; love. I know I will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fully know the depths, the heights, the reaches of Your love. I will spend the rest of ALL eternity trying to comprehend what Your love looks like and how awesome it is. Remind me of Your wisdom and knowledge. No matter how much knowledge I gain, or how much I grow in wisdom, I will eternally know less than nothing, compared to the vast expanse of all... You... know. Remind me about Your goodness, that You are utterly and completely flawless. You are good in the most whole sense, pure to perfection. A million years from now in eternity, and endlessly beyond that, I will always be trying, yet forever unable, to fully wrap my mind around HOW MUCH You have done and will do in all Your goodness. All Your good works will continue to be carried out in Your amazing love, and Your power that for all time I will only barely be able to grasp. Since the list goes on and on, continue to reveal to me who You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So, since I will always be getting to know You more, and will never be able to have a full grasp of who You are, You are for me a JOY, that will eternally grow. You are my LIFE, &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; deepening. You are my EXCITEMENT, that will continually swell forever. You are my HOPE, a HOPE that is already here, and will expand forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the complete, fullest amount of this HOPE, this JOY, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; don't grow. My &lt;em&gt;understanding&lt;/em&gt; of You does. So, when I don't feel much of that HOPE, JOY and WONDER, the greatest amount of it that could ever exist, still exists. In the times that I don't feel it much, it's just that I'm &lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt;, I have trouble grasping You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; me to grasp You! May the great HOPE that You are, change my heart, my mind, my relationship with You and how I &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Your hand, may I dive in, to the WONDERS, the AWE, the THRILL of ALL... YOU... ARE! May I spend the rest of eternity, just &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to fathom, the reality that IS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-6119889797774898739?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6119889797774898739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=6119889797774898739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/6119889797774898739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/6119889797774898739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-that-is.html' title='The Reality that IS!'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-125436204212759326</id><published>2008-12-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:28:16.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>When Love Was Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tonight I craved to worship God by writing a Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;themed&lt;/span&gt; song for Him. It didn't end up being a song, but a poem. I ended up focusing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of the first Christmas, the reason why Christ was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Love Was Born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When Love was born, He drew His first breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a breath that can breathe the universe into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and breathe calm into souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Those fragile infant's lips, that breathe a love into me, that take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When Love was born, He lifted His lashes to see the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; the world, and He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foresaw&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love saw me injured, though I had not yet come to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and Love began the journey to set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Father's Son to die for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love was born to die, so that life would be born in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Love that has always been was born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to bring me into the Love that will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love died for those who hated Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love died for those who killed Him on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love was crushed for me, but not destroyed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and offered me what should have been my greatest loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love's hands that can move mountains, the hands that can move souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;submitted&lt;/span&gt; to the nails, and hammered to the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love died for the loving and for the farthest reaches of depravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So may I love all the world as He has lived and died for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love was born, so that He would rise from the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love was born so that the dead would rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where Love enters in, hope is secured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in death's own demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love has reached for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love has come for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope has drawn me near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love has found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love has not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-125436204212759326?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/125436204212759326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=125436204212759326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/125436204212759326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/125436204212759326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-love-was-born.html' title='When Love Was Born'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-547053522031988601</id><published>2008-12-19T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:46:20.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SVhFFVa1QxI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfpNpY2wmxc/s1600-h/Elena+Colorado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285050120670626578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SVhFFVa1QxI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfpNpY2wmxc/s400/Elena+Colorado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's right, I have a sister! Well, technically she's my cousin. But I like to call her my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Elena is so much like me, we could be &lt;em&gt;clones&lt;/em&gt;. First of all, if you take pictures of us at the age of two, five, ten and so on, we look so much alike at the same ages. We also have a lot in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For instance, we both like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;, writing and story making, drawing, reading and spending time with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We also both enjoy playing instruments. Elena loved playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;, but is wanting to try out taking guitar lessons. I had the pleasure of getting to hear her play her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;, and she did &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; well. She was fun to listen to. I played the flute briefly, but the piano's the one that stuck! I haven't taken piano lessons yet... but would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to! I've delighted in the piano since I was about five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We each have enjoyed singing in choirs. In fact, Elena just got excepted into the Honor Choir at her school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Elena has been on a swim team for a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; time. That's one place we're different, but she LOVES doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Elena, I am so glad that I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of getting to know who you are. I look forward to continuing to get to know you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-547053522031988601?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/547053522031988601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=547053522031988601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/547053522031988601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/547053522031988601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sister.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SVhFFVa1QxI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfpNpY2wmxc/s72-c/Elena+Colorado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-7994890690587325780</id><published>2008-12-13T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:57:44.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The "WITH" Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SURq8ay_JmI/AAAAAAAAADY/VD3Yt0cpNMo/s1600-h/Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462249402934882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SURq8ay_JmI/AAAAAAAAADY/VD3Yt0cpNMo/s400/Nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everyone who knows me well knows that I am a huggy person. My family has long joked that I am like a puppy. They say that when I see someone I know, my tail starts wagging. Back when I could walk well in my healthier state, my family would see my tail winding up at my sighting someone, and they would always know I was about to barrel someone over with a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I like giving and being on the receiving end of hugs, something unusual happened to me, a number of months ago, through which I have been growing a lot. I had been hurting, and didn't feel like being hugged or held by anyone, including God. I had already learned to come to Him and rest in Him, snuggle into His arms from time to time. But during this time, I was pulling away from letting God hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I was taken by surprise when all of a sudden I felt God holding me. I didn't feel His arms physically around me, but I felt Him wrap His arms around my soul. A huge warmth filled me, and my soul was stilled. I was overwhelmed by a huge relief. If I remember right, this happened about three times. Each time I thought I didn't want to draw near to Him like that. But each time, I discovered it was exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been purposely coming to Him to let myself sink into His arms, more than ever before. I've also realized that every time I come to Him to be held, He ALWAYS holds me. Everything I described above, being stilled, the warmth, the relief, He gives me each time. I don't know how He does it, but I feel Him draw me so close. It's like He's just &lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt; for me to come to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has presented for me some questions. I want more of this. Even though I am working on coming to His arms over and over throughout each day, how &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; can I experience a more intimate relationship with God? How else can I draw near to Him and how should it effect my entire life differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been continuing to call out to God to teach me about these things, these questions have been exciting me with answers! I have been learning about the "&lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt;" factor. Take for example the city sidewalk scenario. The sidewalks are bustling with people. People are often walking next to you or standing around you, waiting for the light to change at a corner. But those people walking next to you are not walking &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; you. Your friend that you are going to that coffee place with is walking &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; you. So, what does it mean for someone to be walking with you? It means that you are sharing the moment together. You don't have to speak to do this, though conversation is one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning to share the moment with God, by observing the functional relationships in my life. In these friendships, I enjoy getting to rejoice along with people in their joys and hurt with them through their pain. I can also come to these friends in my excitement or struggles, and have the joy of them sharing in these things with me. So, I've been practicing more of coming to God with my hopes, fears, passions, brokenness and joys. I silently bring these things to Him, knowing that He is hurting &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; me, He is excited &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; me. I experience these things along &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working on intimately rejoicing &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; God in what He has joy about, grieving &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; God in what grieves Him, being excited &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; God about what He gets excited about and sharing &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Him in His passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been striving more to come to God as I am, in my sin, doubts and embarrassing parts of me. Instead of shying away from Him in these things, I've been making an effort to experience these things &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Him more, remembering that He cares about those things and has compassion about those things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hebrew, Immanuel means "God is with us." The Immanuel came the first Christmas and pursued us all the way to the cross. God is still pursuing us. God is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; with us. How much are we &lt;em&gt;with Him&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-7994890690587325780?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7994890690587325780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=7994890690587325780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/7994890690587325780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/7994890690587325780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-factor.html' title='The &quot;WITH&quot; Factor'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SURq8ay_JmI/AAAAAAAAADY/VD3Yt0cpNMo/s72-c/Nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-3545310602789195908</id><published>2008-12-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:36:36.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Unusual Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Thanksgiving day, we took family pictures. We decided to have fun with the picture process. The result was quite humorous! Here are some of my favorite pictures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThothX6alI/AAAAAAAAACo/pxNUGNYWZ5g/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082094726605394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThothX6alI/AAAAAAAAACo/pxNUGNYWZ5g/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThoOCBjCCI/AAAAAAAAACg/DyiYYJTL2k8/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276081553735354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThoOCBjCCI/AAAAAAAAACg/DyiYYJTL2k8/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThny_2WTLI/AAAAAAAAACY/LYY8_j-hAi8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276081089295043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThny_2WTLI/AAAAAAAAACY/LYY8_j-hAi8/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThlWp3-xLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TBnpMy5R7WE/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276078403336717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThlWp3-xLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TBnpMy5R7WE/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkuBu4FFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nh2v0U5pJTo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276077705366344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkuBu4FFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nh2v0U5pJTo/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkjwvkTII/AAAAAAAAABo/SwG5YTrngM4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276077529007148162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkjwvkTII/AAAAAAAAABo/SwG5YTrngM4/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkYMLPEkI/AAAAAAAAABg/JGnyY-oK2gA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276077330212524610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThkYMLPEkI/AAAAAAAAABg/JGnyY-oK2gA/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThjhXKiFOI/AAAAAAAAABY/gPzuvkI4NVE/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276076388269561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThjhXKiFOI/AAAAAAAAABY/gPzuvkI4NVE/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThijaniOlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/du9wKUDo3Us/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276075324044622418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThijaniOlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/du9wKUDo3Us/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1122590660319749492-3545310602789195908?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3545310602789195908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=3545310602789195908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3545310602789195908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/3545310602789195908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/unusual-family-photos.html' title='Unusual Family Photos'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SThothX6alI/AAAAAAAAACo/pxNUGNYWZ5g/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-8388189125373633296</id><published>2008-11-09T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:42:14.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far it Reaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SR_Lij7sNJI/AAAAAAAAABI/OSfrO-rUxjU/s1600-h/img20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153883668362386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SR_Lij7sNJI/AAAAAAAAABI/OSfrO-rUxjU/s200/img20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever wondered if anything you're doing is making a difference? Chances are, if you're not wondering that now, you probably have at some point and probably will again. I know I've been asking myself that lately. Why do we do that? Because when we do something for someone, weather it's a prayer lifted in secret, listening to a friend or reaching out to someone in need, we can never in this lifetime really know how far it reaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since questions like these are such a part of being human, I desired to let you know how many of you have made such a valued impact in my life over the last year. For those of you who don't know, I have been in a time of &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; and quickly increasing need, for about a year now. Before I go into how I have been impacted by you, I would like to take the time to recognise many of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those of you who were in choir with me, before I had to pull out due to health, have blown me away by your support! You have sent me emails and group signed two cards for me! I am continually encouraged by how many times my father has come home from a church service or choir rehearsal, and told me one of you has asked about me. (I have asked numerous people to try to figure out which one of you gave me the flowers. Since I still don't know, I would like to thank you here for your comforting gift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told of how others of you, in the Worship and Creative Arts community, have been praying for me, during devotions at rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are those of you who have come to visit me (which is appreciated &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; more than I know how to put into words)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For those of you who have said you are praying for me, have sent me encouraging emails or cards, continually checked in on me through emailing my mother, you don't know how much I hold on to these things for comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My family, you have so willingly gone out of your way for me in so many ways. Weather it has been to physically support me to my next destination or to pray for me, I treasure these gifts. Particularly you, Mom. You have put so much of your life on hold, to take care of my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The impact you've made? As you have been pursuing after me, God has been continuing to reassure me that He has not forgotten me. I continually list off in my mind, specific times you have reached out to me, to remind me that God is walking through this &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; me, that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; is pursuing me, through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been using the fact that, because of my level of physical and inner ability right now, I can do little more than pray for others. I am still praying for you, Worship and Creative Arts ministry! It is an absolute delight and joy to me to get to pray for you! You and others that God has told me to pray for, are being lifted up in prayer, throughout each day. I have been for a while, at a place where I feel like I have no... strength... left, from a year of fighting, yet growing worse. This means that I often have to struggle to pray, even though it is a deep desire and joy to me to do so. It's &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; how a single email, or simply finding out someone asked about me at church, lifts me up &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much! Things like this, and the other ways you have reached out, give me the strength to continue this ministry of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that sometimes your emails make me cry... &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt;, because of how encouraged I am (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaymckenney.typepad.com/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)? Did you know how often I revisit your encouraging emails? Did you know that some of your emails have been God inspired, having just what I need to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that you have been showing me has been a comfort and a healing balm. You have set an example for me, and I desire to strive to grow in doing for you and others, what you have been doing for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering if anything you are doing is making a difference, don't give up! You will never in this life time know how far it reaches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-8388189125373633296?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8388189125373633296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=8388189125373633296' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/8388189125373633296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/8388189125373633296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-far-it-reaches.html' title='How Far it Reaches'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SR_Lij7sNJI/AAAAAAAAABI/OSfrO-rUxjU/s72-c/img20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1122590660319749492.post-2101062611582397130</id><published>2008-11-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:46:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my first blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SRPtjTre6-I/AAAAAAAAABA/VB0RpcvMFwY/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265813580160101346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SRPtjTre6-I/AAAAAAAAABA/VB0RpcvMFwY/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to my blog!  I thought it might be fun to launch this by sharing some interesting (and rather odd) quirks that I have. If you know me, you probably didn't know about these. Just for the sake of getting to know me and for humor's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the one about sun glasses. Whenever I wear sun glasses (for some reason that I can't explain), the shades making my vision darker makes me think that people can't hear me as well. This makes me speak louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the unfortunate habit of running into walls. Yes, this even includes the walls in my own home. I should know they are there! There was even a point in middle school, when a "Hi!" was exchanged between a guy I liked and me and I ran into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am extremely happy, my feet wiggle like a dog wagging its tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play songs by blowing on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading the dictionary. Learning new words, their definitions and the origins, is fun for me. I can sit down with a dictionary in one hand and a thesaurus in my other hand and have a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have also had the strange reflex of clapping my hands repeatedly, when something startles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't think of anything else unusual to share about me at the moment, but I thought it would be good to end this post by mentioning something. Since I have had poor health conditions over this last year, I'm not sure if I'll end up only able to write a post once a month. However, I hope I will be able to write something every other day. Guess I'll have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1122590660319749492-2101062611582397130?l=summitsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2101062611582397130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1122590660319749492&amp;postID=2101062611582397130' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/2101062611582397130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1122590660319749492/posts/default/2101062611582397130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summitsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-my-first-blog.html' title='Welcome to my first blog!'/><author><name>Christina Groth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885597385176434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/Sv-SSVqD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4IMLePfCs4/S220/P5110051_3_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_3_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_13alJNp2be4/SRPtjTre6-I/AAAAAAAAABA/VB0RpcvMFwY/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
