<?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-8139402333377730043</id><updated>2011-12-10T01:08:18.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Wait...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-255612795879442637</id><published>2011-12-10T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:08:18.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Breathe</title><content type='html'>The weight I'm under&lt;br /&gt;I scarce can move&lt;br /&gt;Alone, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Consumed, by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me&lt;br /&gt;need you to help me breathe&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, wohh, wohh&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me breathe&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, ohh, take me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;a little while longer, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Take me a little bit deeper&lt;br /&gt;you are life to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, ohh, take me in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-255612795879442637?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/255612795879442637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=255612795879442637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/255612795879442637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/255612795879442637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/12/help-me-breathe.html' title='Help Me Breathe'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2184329078487852784</id><published>2011-11-09T01:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:18:07.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry - Victory World Music</title><content type='html'>We are still&lt;br /&gt;and we wait for you&lt;br /&gt;we are quiet&lt;br /&gt;and we hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I am weary, and I long for more of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blood,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;it saves me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Your life&lt;br /&gt;it leads me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;it takes me deeper&lt;br /&gt;into your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more&lt;br /&gt;we open the door&lt;br /&gt;let your glory come in&lt;br /&gt;let your glory come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;br /&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;after your own heart&lt;br /&gt;God come on in, God come on in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2184329078487852784?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2184329078487852784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2184329078487852784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2184329078487852784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2184329078487852784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/11/hungry-victory-world-music.html' title='Hungry - Victory World Music'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2658065146592847723</id><published>2011-11-07T20:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:39:07.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelorn</title><content type='html'>My heart jumps out of my chest when you are around. I don't know how to act.&lt;br /&gt;How to play it cool. To just be the person I am. I feel like I'm walking on thin ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know why, you barely look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You don't say anything to me. You don't even acknowledge I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have brief encounters; like the text conversation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You acted like you normally do, flirting with me, in that way.&lt;br /&gt;That entices me in. It's like a drug.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;addicted&lt;/b&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, week after week.&lt;br /&gt;What's rolled into months now.&lt;br /&gt;After that one night, way back when. &lt;br /&gt;I remember how good you smelled, the vest you had on.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;dimple&lt;/i&gt; in your chin. My favorite feature.&lt;br /&gt;The words you said. &lt;b&gt;How close you held me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; f&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said what I didn't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, all my &lt;b&gt;fears&lt;/b&gt; I had, came to life.&lt;br /&gt;You crushed me. I &lt;b&gt;hated&lt;/b&gt; you in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to &lt;b&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt;, but no tears came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so in like with you. &lt;br /&gt;I pray; hours turn into days, days into months.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;i&gt;heartache&lt;/i&gt; seems only to grow stronger. &lt;br /&gt;What do I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever chase me?&lt;br /&gt;Will your eyes ever be opened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will it just be some lesson I was supposed to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Some school girl crush that will eventually dissipate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman though.&lt;br /&gt;Bold, confident, strong.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2658065146592847723?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2658065146592847723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2658065146592847723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2658065146592847723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2658065146592847723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/11/lovelorn.html' title='Lovelorn'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1654087794049680599</id><published>2011-08-16T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:48:47.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Walking, working, barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, far away&lt;br /&gt;Heart aching, mind racing&lt;br /&gt;Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Peter Winstanley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1654087794049680599?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1654087794049680599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1654087794049680599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1654087794049680599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1654087794049680599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-working-barely-breathing-my.html' title='My life...'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2280252753451945937</id><published>2011-08-08T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:14:21.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Wants It All....</title><content type='html'>There's a voice that cries out in the silence&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a heart that will love Him&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a child that will give Him their all&lt;br /&gt;Give it all, He wants it all&lt;br /&gt;And there's a God that walks over the earth&lt;br /&gt;He's searching for a heart that is desperate&lt;br /&gt;And longing for a child &lt;br /&gt;That will give Him their all&lt;br /&gt;Give it all, He wants it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He says love me, love me with your whole heart&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today&lt;br /&gt;Serve me, serve me with your life now&lt;br /&gt;Bow down, let go of your idols&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a God that walks over the earth&lt;br /&gt;He's searching for a heart that is desperate&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a child that will give Him their all&lt;br /&gt;Give it all, He wants it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says love me, love me with your whole heart&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today&lt;br /&gt;Serve me, serve me with your life now&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today&lt;br /&gt;Bow down, let go of your idols&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of you, more of you&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;More of you, more of you &lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today, oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;More of you, more of you&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today, today, today&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all today &lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice that cries out in the silence&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a heart that will love him&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a child that will give him their all&lt;br /&gt;Give it all&lt;br /&gt;He wants it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He Wants It All - Forever Jones&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2280252753451945937?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2280252753451945937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2280252753451945937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2280252753451945937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2280252753451945937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-wants-it-all.html' title='He Wants It All....'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2699987856218125268</id><published>2011-01-21T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:29:48.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year &amp; New Mercies; Same burdens - just amplified!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TTpqC21hFTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x1NfHLd1yFY/s1600/dream-content-analysis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TTpqC21hFTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x1NfHLd1yFY/s200/dream-content-analysis.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I'm sure you've &lt;i&gt;noticed, &lt;/i&gt;but I totally gave up the 30-day blog challenge. Oh well, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started several (&lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt;) things this week/month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes started Tuesday. &lt;b&gt;EEK...&lt;/b&gt;I am braving 3 classes this semester. Art Appreciation, English Comp I &lt;i&gt;(for the third time no less) &lt;/i&gt;and Intermediate Algebra. Ugh I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; taking a class that doesn't count towards my degree. Looks like it's gonna be a heavy load semester.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We started a 20 days of Prayer and Fasting on January 10th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 1 - I was sick with the flu, I can't even remember much of that week to be honest. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 2 - I am coming out of - and it's been most &lt;i&gt;enlightening &lt;/i&gt;and ultimately &lt;i&gt;refreshing &lt;/i&gt;for my spirit and soul. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 3 - Starts Monday, and I'm expecting and anticipating great things!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had an &lt;b&gt;interview&lt;/b&gt; with an Administrative placement company called OfficeTeam. I genuinely &lt;u&gt;impressed &lt;/u&gt;my interviewer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was &lt;b&gt;astounded&lt;/b&gt; that I've been with the same company since the age of 16; almost 10 years (this August). He said he's never seen that kind of commitment in well someone my age, or hardly anyone for that matter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to take a typing test, an Excel test, and a PowerPoint test. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; all three of course; to the extent he kept saying "wow, wow" because my scores were so high. He again, said he'd never seen scores that high on the tests. Especially since I did all three in under 30 minutes. &lt;i&gt;Woot, go me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Anyways, just a few &lt;b&gt;tidbits&lt;/b&gt; of updated information for those few, and far between who read my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited as to what 2011 will entail, and I have high hopes of the blessings God is going to pour out on my life this year. I know he's promised that he would never let me down; and I believe this year is going to be a great one. I can't wait for doors to open, and dreams to unfold. &lt;i&gt;Lord don't ever let me become so caught up in life, I lose sigh of you. You are all I live for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that's been on my heart the past few weeks...&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well Done - &lt;i&gt;Deitrick Haddon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just wanna make it to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make it in&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cross that river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be free from sin&lt;br /&gt;Oo, I just want my name written(Oh Lord)&lt;br /&gt;Written in the lambs Book of Life&lt;br /&gt;When this life is over &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have eternal life&lt;br /&gt;O wanna hear Him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, well done, well done&lt;br /&gt;You can come on in.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2699987856218125268?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2699987856218125268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2699987856218125268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2699987856218125268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2699987856218125268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-mercies-same-burdens-just.html' title='New Year &amp; New Mercies; Same burdens - just amplified!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TTpqC21hFTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x1NfHLd1yFY/s72-c/dream-content-analysis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5205756583030712415</id><published>2010-12-05T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:14:32.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPstxPYuOhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j6ezUAMLxdM/s1600/day-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPstxPYuOhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j6ezUAMLxdM/s1600/day-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My day:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one should be easy right?! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I didn't get home until almost 2:45 am haha I slept until 11am. Which I kinda wish I hadn't of, it gave me a horrid headache most of the day. Regardless, I got up, cooked me some lunch: fish sticks and sweet tator' fries. &lt;i&gt;YUM&lt;/i&gt; Then I puttered around the house with Mom and Dad while they put Christmas trains every where all over the house. Mom said &lt;i&gt;"well if we're gonna have them in the living room, we might as well have them everywhere else".&lt;/i&gt; So that's what we did...they are even in the bathroom. Haha....seriously Mom! Hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left for a meeting at the church for the Gift Wrapping shop we're holding in the Northeast Mall this month. I think I yawned 1,234 times during that meeting. Nevertheless I stayed until it was over, and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom and I went out...we went to Dillards, Ulta, DSW, and then Walmart. Yay for going to Walmart with Mom....free food baby! We then got home about 5:30p, and we cooked some shrimp, squash, zuccinni, and this vegtable mix of: potatos, navy beans and various other veggies/spices that was VERY good for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am - about to head off into slumber land. Ready for church tomorrow! Glorious Saturday I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5205756583030712415?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5205756583030712415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5205756583030712415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5205756583030712415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5205756583030712415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-day-well-this-one-should-be-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPstxPYuOhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j6ezUAMLxdM/s72-c/day-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7316713265695687313</id><published>2010-12-03T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:57:53.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPl1O7VoqiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OlbRmjeSuiU/s1600/day-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPl1O7VoqiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OlbRmjeSuiU/s1600/day-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My definition of love:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is kind of hard for me. I dunno why...but his Word describes love the best. I like The Message version, it always puts things in more present day terms. But it's my best definition of what love truly is. I only know His love, and the love from family and friends. I don't know that heart-mate love yet. Someday soon, I'll be able to describe love in that certain capacity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-6&amp;nbsp;(The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12231"&gt;3-7&lt;/sup&gt;If I give everything  I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr,  but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I  believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love never gives up. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love cares more for others than for self. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love doesn't want what it doesn't have. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love doesn't strut, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't have a swelled head, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't force itself on others, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Isn't always "me first," &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't fly off the handle, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't revel when others grovel, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Puts up with anything, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trusts God always, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Always looks for the best, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Never looks back, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But keeps going to the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't easy. In any capacity, but I don't think that it should be. I also see love in his eyes, of he loved me enough to go to the Cross for me. He loved me enough to bury my sins far, far away. He loves me enough to correct me when I'm wrong. He loves me enough to give me wisdom and guidance when I need it. He carries me, when I cannot carry myself. That is true love. &lt;i&gt;Lord break my heart of the things that, breaks your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPl16IzjeWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/C3iSm_hOic0/s1600/BreakMyHeartLord2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPl16IzjeWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/C3iSm_hOic0/s1600/BreakMyHeartLord2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7316713265695687313?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7316713265695687313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7316713265695687313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7316713265695687313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7316713265695687313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-definition-of-love-this-one-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPl1O7VoqiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OlbRmjeSuiU/s72-c/day-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-518618909834463766</id><published>2010-12-02T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:14:47.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsr75E9fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nE9sZ1ob4dM/s1600/day-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsr75E9fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nE9sZ1ob4dM/s1600/day-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I ate today:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is for sure to make me look like a heifer haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No breakfast; but for lunch: Tuna fish sandwich&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(photo not of my actual sandwich)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsuodpiXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dLjYPnSUQuM/s1600/Tuna5-300x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsuodpiXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dLjYPnSUQuM/s1600/Tuna5-300x225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funyuns of course:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtlqes3JI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IdK_3iZj8EM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtlqes3JI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IdK_3iZj8EM/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few Hershey kisses after lunch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsuePzpNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LvTpHhHMOq0/s1600/Hershey_Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsuePzpNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LvTpHhHMOq0/s320/Hershey_Kiss.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then when I got home from work; before I went to school: An Eggo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhstDqeRXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3QZrLXWxkug/s1600/eggo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhstDqeRXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3QZrLXWxkug/s320/eggo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After school at like 8:30: I had some egg whites, and a few small tomatoes from Mom's garden! So GOOD. I couldn't eat just one. Good thing they're small. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(photo not Mom's actual garden) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtkb_8qJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Cm6CkGpL6po/s1600/tomato-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtkb_8qJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Cm6CkGpL6po/s320/tomato-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtmlzeMGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/20lVLrklXdo/s1600/beating-eggs-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhtmlzeMGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/20lVLrklXdo/s320/beating-eggs-l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There you have it. What I ate today. This post was SO interesting. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-518618909834463766?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/518618909834463766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=518618909834463766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/518618909834463766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/518618909834463766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-ate-today-this-post-is-for-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPhsr75E9fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nE9sZ1ob4dM/s72-c/day-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3437073422435818895</id><published>2010-12-01T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:33:16.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2D5vNyeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nvmSXQGAwgE/s1600/day-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2D5vNyeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nvmSXQGAwgE/s1600/day-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Parents:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best parents a gal can have! No, seriously I do...look at them back in the day! Aren't they just so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2USgFzSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IVt69pJuDXw/s1600/image005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2USgFzSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IVt69pJuDXw/s1600/image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I actually think my Mom was pregnant with me in this photograph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe so much to my parents. They've trained and helped me grow up in the truth. &lt;br /&gt;They've guided me, corrected me, helped me, loved me regardless and &lt;i&gt;trained me up in the way I should go&lt;/i&gt;. I still live with my parents...what?! You're 25!! Yes I know....but I work full-time, am involved in ministry full-time, and go to school 6-9 hours a semester. I'm a busy gal! Plus with my whole job situation, consistency is key, not pay-rate unfortunately. That's for another story on a different blog post. Regardless, I'm so glad that my parents have supported me all of these years. I am forever in debt to them, and I cannot even began to think of the day that the unthinkable happens: age. With age comes health, or lack of. I pray that I continue to &lt;b&gt;bless my parents&lt;/b&gt; in every thing I do, and every way that I can. With all my heart, Mom &amp;amp; Dad, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2hI7tDdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SwAp2Vi-Joc/s1600/_TAC0597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2hI7tDdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SwAp2Vi-Joc/s320/_TAC0597.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas 2009!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3437073422435818895?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3437073422435818895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3437073422435818895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3437073422435818895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3437073422435818895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-parents-i-have-best-parents-gal.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPZ2D5vNyeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nvmSXQGAwgE/s72-c/day-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6937929939281111960</id><published>2010-11-30T12:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:41:21.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPU_GEXxuTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xb5A-1IXvDE/s1600/day-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPU_GEXxuTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xb5A-1IXvDE/s1600/day-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first love:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love....oh where to begin. When I first read this day, I was like &lt;i&gt;"umm...first love? really?" &lt;/i&gt;But then I began to reminisce on my first true love, Jesus Christ. Oh what a love it is for him. I don't really remember much about my &lt;b&gt;childhood faith&lt;/b&gt; so to speak, except the story below about how I felt I received his Holy Spirit at the young age of 8. I know that I just &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; him, I &lt;i&gt;trusted &lt;/i&gt;him, I had &lt;i&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt; in what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I truly, like wholeheartedly fell in love with him closer to the age of 23. I'm sure you're thinking what? You're crazy, you've been in church since you were born. All facts, but one simple thing remains....&lt;b&gt;love isn't at first sight&lt;/b&gt;. Love comes progressively I think. I believe you can "fall" into love, but not "fall in love at first sight." The older I get, the more I continue to fall in love with him, over and over and over, and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my blog has mostly been about lyrics these days here are some lyrics of a song that &lt;b&gt;The Gateway College of Evangelism &lt;/b&gt;sang. It's called Love Song, and one of my all time favorite Gateway Students Ashley Stewart sings the solo and she sings with such anointing you feel it in your soul. This song has so much meaning for me, so many thoughts behind it, and it's a song that's so personal to me. It truly walked me thru falling in love with my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Snippet from Love Song - Gateway College of Evangelism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love song&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, he's the one&lt;br /&gt;who looked beyond all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showed&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He loved me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back into life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;he loved me despite the price.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cares for me, really cares for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love him deeply.&lt;br /&gt;See, so many came into my life&lt;br /&gt;and they left me with a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;But never again, for now I know&lt;br /&gt;who loves me the most, and&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go back again.&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bottom of my heart, to the depths of my soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6937929939281111960?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6937929939281111960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6937929939281111960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6937929939281111960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6937929939281111960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-love-my-first-love.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPU_GEXxuTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xb5A-1IXvDE/s72-c/day-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2514468272689759323</id><published>2010-11-29T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:20:44.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRciJQ9lZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/E2K6nYY7Kd4/s1600/day-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRciJQ9lZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/E2K6nYY7Kd4/s1600/day-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introduce&lt;/i&gt; myself:&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Jennifer, I reside in Texas. As of right now I am 25 years old. I currently work full-time, go to school part-time, and work full-time ministry wise for my church. I am currently single (God's working on that haha) and I am trusting his plan...even when I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repented of my sins at the age of 8, begging God to infill me with his Holy Spirit. I was having a slumber party, with a bunch of girlfriends, and we began having a prayer meeting. I believe I received the Holy Ghost at that young age, but it wasn't until later at the age of 13, that I truly heard myself speak in other tongues as the spirit gave the utterance. I was baptized around that age to; I don't quite remember my age, just going down in a &lt;i&gt;watery grave. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for CVS/Caremark as a full-time office Manager for a District Manager &amp;amp; a Rx Supervisor. In other words, I am the boss (which my bosses will tell you that). I do everything that an admin could do in an office, and then some. I've worked for CVS since I turned 16. Which it was then known as Eckerd's; then in 2004 CVS/Pharmacy bought Eckerd's out; which then I believe in 2006, Caremark merged with us, and we became CVS/Caremark. This is the first and only company I've worked with, and I love having that record on my resume. Sometime (although not now unfortunately) that record is going to pay off and land me a brand &lt;b&gt;spankin'&lt;/b&gt; new gig with better &lt;i&gt;pay&lt;/i&gt;, and less &lt;i&gt;boredom&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also own &lt;i&gt;(well I dunno if you can say own - but I rock it anyway)&lt;/i&gt; a small graphic design company I call "The J Original's". I came up with that name after I did actually a first Art piece, not an illustration piece, when my friend Desiree, quoted when someone asked her about the Art piece,&lt;b&gt; "it's a Jennifer original"&lt;/b&gt;. Thus the name "The J Original's" came about. I love ALL Art, and I love doing hands-on Art pieces, and I love to do graphic art pieces. I believe that it's not just a talent God has given me, but a gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there is just a tad insight to my &lt;i&gt;wonderous&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;full&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;, full of &lt;b&gt;laughter&lt;/b&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading for days: 2 - 30! &lt;b&gt;You'll be amazed&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2514468272689759323?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2514468272689759323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2514468272689759323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2514468272689759323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2514468272689759323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/11/introduce-myself-hi-im-jennifer-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRciJQ9lZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/E2K6nYY7Kd4/s72-c/day-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1782390705221949470</id><published>2010-11-29T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:03:32.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found this on a blog thru a blog I read occasionally and decided to go for it. I don't blog enough, but when I do it's deep. Or I think haha...but here I go....I'm gonna start Day 1 in a new blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRbUj-LHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26npMIJPFss/s1600/30-day-blog-challenge-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRbUj-LHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26npMIJPFss/s640/30-day-blog-challenge-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 01 – Introduce yourself &lt;br /&gt;Day 02 – Your first love &lt;br /&gt;Day 03 – Your parents &lt;br /&gt;Day 04 – What you ate today &lt;br /&gt;Day 05 – Your definition of love &lt;br /&gt;Day 06 – Your day &lt;br /&gt;Day 07 – Your best friend &lt;br /&gt;Day 08 – A moment &lt;br /&gt;Day 09 – Your beliefs &lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – What you wore today &lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – Your siblings &lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – What’s in your bag &lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – This week &lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – What you wore today &lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Your dreams &lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your first kiss &lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – Your favorite memory &lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Your favorite birthday &lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Something you regret &lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – This month &lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – Another moment &lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – Something that upsets you &lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better &lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – Something that makes you cry &lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – A first &lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – Your fears &lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – Your favorite place &lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Something that you miss &lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Your aspirations &lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – One last moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1782390705221949470?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1782390705221949470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1782390705221949470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1782390705221949470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1782390705221949470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-found-this-on-blog-thru-blog-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TPRbUj-LHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26npMIJPFss/s72-c/30-day-blog-challenge-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4242674387241143401</id><published>2010-11-19T22:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:00:16.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathtaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TOdQ1flpieI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YcLX7fFvi5w/s1600/Hot-Air-Balloon-Festival-at-the-Indianapolis-Motor-Speedway-Indiana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TOdQ1flpieI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YcLX7fFvi5w/s320/Hot-Air-Balloon-Festival-at-the-Indianapolis-Motor-Speedway-Indiana.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so &lt;b&gt;captivated&lt;/b&gt; by hot air balloons. They are so &lt;i&gt;breathtakingly&lt;/i&gt; beautiful to me. I don't really know why, or how I got pulled in by their beauty. But for as long as I can remember, I am just blown away with them. I'm not sure if I'd ever want to ride in one; it would just depend on who was with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing pictures of them, puts a pang in my heart though. I know sounds lame, but alas it does. See I have this &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt; one day, to be at a hot air balloon show, or to be surprised with tickets to see one, or ride in one with the &lt;i&gt;man of my dreams&lt;/i&gt;. I, like any other girl I'm sure, has a list of perfect dates. Hot air balloons are on that list for me; among a billion other things I won't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I lay here tonight, with SO many things on &lt;b&gt;my mind&lt;/b&gt; in the past few days, I can't help but wonder when my turn will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will my heart ever be so full of love, and emotion for him that I don't know how to contain it? Will I have date, after perfect date that &lt;i&gt;genuinely&lt;/i&gt; surprise me as the events turn out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will he appear soon, or in several years, or at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's so hard to watch everyone run by me in this particular race. Some days there really are no words as to what I'm feeling. The pangs in my heart, the gut wrenching feeling I feel. Sometimes I'm so &lt;i&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/i&gt; with it, that I seriously have no words to express it. Like I can't even pray to God about it, because words just truly &lt;u&gt;aren't enough&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder around day to day dreaming, hoping, wishing, praying for him. I &lt;i&gt;genuinely&lt;/i&gt; do pray for him. That he's &lt;b&gt;blessed&lt;/b&gt; where he is, that he is blessing others, that he is putting God first and foremost above all. I meet people, and wonder is it you? Or is it you? Even &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; currently, I see someone I relate to on so many levels, and I just wonder is it him God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, I can't see end, I can't see the answer and I worry. It's not that I don't trust, because I do, I have to being 25, and single. I know he has a plan, and so I wait. As I wait, none of these feelings dissipate. Sometimes I think they &lt;b&gt;intensify&lt;/b&gt;. I will wait for him Lord, I will not settle. I refuse, because you have &lt;i&gt;him perfect for me&lt;/i&gt;. My help meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4242674387241143401?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4242674387241143401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4242674387241143401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4242674387241143401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4242674387241143401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/11/breathtaking.html' title='Breathtaking'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/TOdQ1flpieI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YcLX7fFvi5w/s72-c/Hot-Air-Balloon-Festival-at-the-Indianapolis-Motor-Speedway-Indiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1861660347956003234</id><published>2010-11-18T19:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:42:36.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span rowspan="2" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know that I just recently met you, well sort of...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help how you have made me feel&lt;br /&gt;I have a bit of a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I got to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rowspan="2" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;Do I regret it?&lt;br /&gt;No I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me for what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But some how I find myself liking you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rowspan="2" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and there is nothing I can do about it&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope you make a move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span rowspan="2" style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1861660347956003234?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1861660347956003234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1861660347956003234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1861660347956003234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1861660347956003234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-know-that-i-just-recently-met-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7286422725052076913</id><published>2010-10-30T01:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:26:44.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is [my] color</title><content type='html'>Just when you think it's over &lt;br /&gt;You're hit with a brand new start &lt;br /&gt;And you found out right there within you &lt;br /&gt;That you never lost that spark. &lt;br /&gt;Love is your color... &lt;br /&gt;It makes you shine, &lt;br /&gt;So show your color &lt;br /&gt;It comes from inside. &lt;br /&gt;Some say &lt;br /&gt;But Love is your color, &lt;br /&gt;It makes you shine &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to cope &lt;br /&gt;But you'll always know &lt;br /&gt;It's your color &lt;br /&gt;It comes from inside &lt;br /&gt;Everything else is black and white &lt;br /&gt;Love is &lt;br /&gt;Your color &lt;br /&gt;Love is a force that we can't hold back like &lt;br /&gt;Love is a friend &lt;br /&gt;That will hold your hand &lt;br /&gt;Always right there by your side. &lt;br /&gt;Love is a color, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it makes you shine &lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;br /&gt;(I know) &lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;br /&gt;Show your color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is Your Color - Leona Lewis &amp;amp; Jennifer Hudson &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coming back to write about this song later.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7286422725052076913?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7286422725052076913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7286422725052076913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7286422725052076913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7286422725052076913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-my-color.html' title='Love is [my] color'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2574154939455165445</id><published>2010-10-01T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:30:07.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here [I am] Lord, Send [me]</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I watched a bit of General Conf. 2010 online tonight - and tonight was the Home Mission's Service, and from the like half hour I watched, whew some of the things I listened to humbled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going thru a period right now in my life, of &lt;i&gt;transition&lt;/i&gt;, of &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. I feel it, I know it's coming. I am focusing on taking care of some stuff I've been putting off for well, years. It's NOT easy, and it's causing havoc to my social life, but I think it's been needed. I know I'm not focusing on my peers so to speak, but I feel that I need to back away for a bit. I don't really know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is so hard - good change can even be hard. He said it wouldn't be easy, and whew it sure isn't. But you have to go thru pain to appreciate not having pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of 2010, I'm truly going to diligently seek him. I'm going to pray more, read his word more, worship more, and truly seek that secret place with him often. I've taken for granted it so much. Sometimes you just have to break free and focus on yourself, and I don't think that's selfish, because if I'm not in his &lt;i&gt;plan&lt;/i&gt;, in his &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; - how can he use me to reach, teach, help others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song tonight on iTunes, and it's SO powerful. It's def. my repeat song for the remainder of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will seek your face in all I do Lord is my prayer from now on; &lt;/b&gt;and I don't mean in just [spiritual] things so to speak, in every place I go, everything I put before my eyes, everything I listen to, everyone I am friends with. I will seek his face in ALL that I do - &lt;i&gt;daily&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seek Your Face - Coffey Anderson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my people who are called by my name&lt;br /&gt;would humble themselves and pray&lt;br /&gt;Seek my face, turn from their ways&lt;br /&gt;I will heal your land anyway&lt;br /&gt;thus saith the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stop&lt;br /&gt;from worshiping you&lt;br /&gt;How can I quit&lt;br /&gt;after all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down in your hands&lt;br /&gt;as the clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am you can send me oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I am available&lt;br /&gt;You called out my name&lt;br /&gt;took my shame&lt;br /&gt;My hands are clean, no sin remains&lt;br /&gt;and I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stop&lt;br /&gt;from worshiping you&lt;br /&gt;How can I quit&lt;br /&gt;after all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down in your hands&lt;br /&gt;as the clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, here I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2574154939455165445?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2574154939455165445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2574154939455165445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2574154939455165445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2574154939455165445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-i-am-lord-send-me.html' title='Here [I am] Lord, Send [me]'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1636400664354679810</id><published>2010-09-17T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:20:37.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Found my Wedding Song - For that day sometime soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever been in love, then you will understand the sweet mystery &lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman &lt;br /&gt;Truly a phenomenon - just how it comes to be &lt;br /&gt;Oh out of all the people in this world, &lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me &lt;br /&gt;And out of all the plans He has for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want the world to know &lt;br /&gt;That you are the only one &lt;br /&gt;Baby it's incredible, just how you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;Our God has been so generous I couldn't ask for any more &lt;br /&gt;It was you that He made me for and I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you really know &lt;br /&gt;Just what it means when I say "forever" &lt;br /&gt;I will settle for eternity &lt;br /&gt;Just to see your spirit free &lt;br /&gt;Every time we are together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how my life would be if I had to do it without you &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby can't you see, I'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want the world to know &lt;br /&gt;That you are the only one &lt;br /&gt;Baby it's incredible, just how you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;Our God has been so generous I couldn't ask for any more &lt;br /&gt;It was you that He made me for and I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be a better time &lt;br /&gt;For you to come into my life &lt;br /&gt;The Father knew just what I would need when &lt;br /&gt;He gave you to me &lt;br /&gt;And I realize - our love was written in the skies &lt;br /&gt;It's as unchanging as the beautiful sunrise &lt;br /&gt;I see heaven when I look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And baby heaven is forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Only One - Ayiesha Woods &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1636400664354679810?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1636400664354679810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1636400664354679810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1636400664354679810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1636400664354679810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/09/found-my-wedding-song-for-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7489420520742435872</id><published>2010-09-02T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:35:05.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Understands</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like giving up &lt;br /&gt;It seems like my best just ain't good enough &lt;br /&gt;Lord if you hear me, I'm calling you &lt;br /&gt;Do you see, do you care all about what I'm going through &lt;br /&gt;And then he says, one more day, one more step &lt;br /&gt;See I'm preparing you for myself &lt;br /&gt;And when you can't hear my voice, please trust my plan &lt;br /&gt;I'm the Lord, I see and yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel like I'm all alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm just like a stranger so far from home &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've done all that I can do &lt;br /&gt;Please Lord give me strength, I'm just trying to make it through &lt;br /&gt;That's when he told me one more day, one more step &lt;br /&gt;See I'm preparing you for myself &lt;br /&gt;And if you can't hear my voice, please trust my plan &lt;br /&gt;I'm the Lord I see you and yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how much we can bear &lt;br /&gt;And in the time of trouble he promised he would always be there &lt;br /&gt;I understand &lt;br /&gt;The Lord is telling you yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;I am the Lord I see you and yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Lord I changeth not &lt;br /&gt;I won't forget nor have I forgot &lt;br /&gt;You see every thing works according to my plan &lt;br /&gt;I am God, trust me, I got the whole world in my hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day, one more step &lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing you all for myself &lt;br /&gt;And you can't hear me speaking, just trust my plan &lt;br /&gt;I'm the Lord I see you and yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;I'm the Lord I see and yes I understand &lt;br /&gt;I am the Lord I see what you're going through &lt;br /&gt;Every problem, every trial, every burden, every situation &lt;br /&gt;I understand, I won't leave you &lt;br /&gt;I understand, understand, understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Understand - Smokie Norful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(thanks to my friend Rache for this wonderful song and the reminder.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7489420520742435872?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7489420520742435872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7489420520742435872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7489420520742435872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7489420520742435872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-understands.html' title='He Understands'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4250113915884535223</id><published>2010-08-24T23:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:57:48.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger</title><content type='html'>There's a silent war that's raging deep within me&lt;br /&gt;My lower nature fights to dominate&lt;br /&gt;My spirit man is poised and locked in battle&lt;br /&gt;With the carnal side of me I've grown to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trumpet of my prayers plays toward Heaven&lt;br /&gt;A voice of desperation in my cry&lt;br /&gt;Lord, strengthen me that I might not yield myself to sin&lt;br /&gt;But keep Your righteous banner lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hunger for holiness&lt;br /&gt;And I thirst for the righteousness that's Yours&lt;br /&gt;That my mind would be cleansed&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit renewed&lt;br /&gt;And this temple that You dwell in would be pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempter stalks about me as a lion&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the slightest scent of blood&lt;br /&gt;For when the skin of my resistance is broken&lt;br /&gt;He moves in swiftly to deepen the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord of all Creation, hear Your servant&lt;br /&gt;You understand the weaknesses of man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting myself crucified with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Alive to Christ and dead indeed to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hunger for Holiness - Carmen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4250113915884535223?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4250113915884535223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4250113915884535223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4250113915884535223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4250113915884535223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunger.html' title='Hunger'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1987735971736848783</id><published>2010-08-01T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:57:44.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The letter below is to someone I've lost. Lost to just the timing, and to the way things worked at a certain time in my life. If you're reading this, please don't pry as to whom the letter is written, as it's a very sensitive and nostalgic memory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear SB,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello dear old friend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I lay here, not the first, and probably will not be the last time, thinking of you, my mind drifts back. I drift back to when I met you, how we cautiously flirted back and forth, day after day, week after week and what soon turned into month after month. I remember how you drove 45 minutes out of your way one night to a 24hr place of business just to talk to me, because my phone was not in service. You never judged, ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I drift down memory lane, after memory lane. There are so many. So many I know I don't remember them all. I remember how you'd slip your phone into your pocket as you returned back to base. I remember you tricking me into thinking you could play "Fur Elise" on your piano, when in truth you just pushed a button to make it auto play it. I remember how much laughter we had each time we had a conversation. I remember having to get up early for work one day, and you called me, even though you were 2 hours ahead of me, you awoke 2 hours early just to call me and make sure I was awake. I'll never ever forget my surprise that morning, seeing your name show up on my caller id. I remember the card you sent me for "Ground Hog's Day". It was random, sweet, perfect. I say with sincere regret, that I've lost that card; although I'll never, ever forget it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You always pushed me into bettering myself, even though you never even had to say a thing. Just knowing you, talking to you, trusting you I yearned to be better at everything I did.&amp;nbsp; I yearned to know God more, I yearned to be better on my job, yearned to love family and friends more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now here I sit, something triggers the nostalgia, which comes so much it seems. I sit and reminisce back to that certain time in my life. It's been more than 4 years I think now, since that time and I look back wondering if my mistake in letting you go was my own stupidity or if it was truly God. I hope that doesn't sound bad. I regret letting you go. I truly do, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I hate that I regret it, because I know God has a plan, that even I cannot see. I continually pray for guidance, and comfort, every single time I am reminded of you. Because it hurts, it hurts to think about that time in my life, and letting you go. I pray to God to take away the pain, and the regret, the worry, the wonder. Wondering why it happened the way it did, and if we would ever know again. No one understands why I still think of you, am reminded of you, thus the reason for this letter. Just an expression of my inner thoughts on the nostalgia that engulfs me tonight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pray that wherever you are, that you are blessed and highly favored in Christ. I know he is using you in ways you'd probably never have imagined. I pray you seek his face each day, and gain wisdom in all that you do. I will never, ever forget you. I think you for the times we shared, the laughs we shared, all the conversations we shared. You set the bar high. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1987735971736848783?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1987735971736848783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1987735971736848783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1987735971736848783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1987735971736848783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/08/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6048933153811554854</id><published>2010-07-05T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:32:07.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lord - you are!</title><content type='html'>Here, before Your altar, &lt;br /&gt;I am letting go of all I've held&lt;br /&gt;of every motive, every burden,&lt;br /&gt;everything that's of myself.&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna wait on You my God&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dwell on who You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful oh I am lost for more to say&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful oh Lord, You're beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in Your presence, &lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of brokenness&lt;br /&gt;to wash Your feet with humble tears&lt;br /&gt;oh I would be poured out till nothing's left.&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna wait on You my God&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dwell on who You are, who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful oh I am lost for more to say&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful oh Lord, You're beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord You're beautiful, beautiful beautiful&lt;br /&gt;holy holy holy You are You are&lt;br /&gt;holy holy holy You are You are&lt;br /&gt;holy holy holy You are You are&lt;br /&gt;holy holy holy You are You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful oh I am lost for more to say&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful oh Lord, You're beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna wait on You my God&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dwell on who You are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6048933153811554854?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6048933153811554854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6048933153811554854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still&lt;br /&gt;As she made her way to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;She stumbles through the tears that made her blind&lt;br /&gt;She felt such pain&lt;br /&gt;Some spoke in anger&lt;br /&gt;Heard folks whisper&lt;br /&gt;There's no place here for her kind&lt;br /&gt;Still on she came&lt;br /&gt;Through the shame that flushed her face&lt;br /&gt;Until at last, she knelt before his feet&lt;br /&gt;And though she spoke no words&lt;br /&gt;Everything she said was heard&lt;br /&gt;As she poured her love for the Master&lt;br /&gt;From her box of alabaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to pour&lt;br /&gt;My praise on Him&lt;br /&gt;Like oil from Mary's alabaster box&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears&lt;br /&gt;And I dry them with my hair&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there the night He found me&lt;br /&gt;You did not feel what I felt&lt;br /&gt;When he wrapped his love all around me and&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the cost of the oil&lt;br /&gt;In my alabaster box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the way life used to be&lt;br /&gt;I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound&lt;br /&gt;And I spent my days &lt;br /&gt;Poured my life without measure&lt;br /&gt;Into a little treasure box&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought I'd found&lt;br /&gt;Until the day when Jesus came to me&lt;br /&gt;And healed my soul&lt;br /&gt;With the wonder of His touch&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm giving back to Him&lt;br /&gt;All the praise He's worthy of&lt;br /&gt;I've been forgiven &lt;br /&gt;And that's why&lt;br /&gt;I love Him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to pour&lt;br /&gt;My praise on Him&lt;br /&gt;Like oil from Mary's alabaster box&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears&lt;br /&gt;And dry them with my hair (my hair)&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there the night Jesus found me&lt;br /&gt;You did not feel what I felt &lt;br /&gt;When He wrapped his loving arms around me and&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the cost of the oil&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the cost of the oil&lt;br /&gt;In my alabaster box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/cece_winans/#share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4675494320355804546?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4675494320355804546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4675494320355804546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4675494320355804546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4675494320355804546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/07/alabaster-worship.html' title='Alabaster Worship'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3820819750186898023</id><published>2010-06-03T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:24:33.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Say Thanks</title><content type='html'>How can say thanks, for the things  &lt;br /&gt;you have done for me,  &lt;br /&gt;Things so undeserved, &lt;br /&gt;yet you gave to prove your love for me.  &lt;br /&gt;And the voices of a million angels,  &lt;br /&gt;Could not express my gratitude  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;all that I am and ever hope to be &lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to thee. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory&lt;br /&gt;For the things he has done,  &lt;br /&gt;he has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me live my life  &lt;br /&gt;let it be pleasing LORD to thee, &lt;br /&gt;Should I gain any praise let it go to Calvary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory&lt;br /&gt;For the things he has done,  &lt;br /&gt;With his blood he has saved me  &lt;br /&gt;with his power he has raised me  &lt;br /&gt;to God be the glory, &lt;br /&gt;For the things he has done, &lt;br /&gt;He has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done great things // yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is our God  &lt;br /&gt;sing with me  &lt;br /&gt;How great is our God  &lt;br /&gt;and all will see  &lt;br /&gt;how great, how great, is our God // &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God, our God,   &lt;br /&gt;How great is our God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can say thanks for the things  &lt;br /&gt;you have done for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Tribute Medley - Israel Houghton&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3820819750186898023?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3820819750186898023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3820819750186898023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched a sunrise and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felt you could not breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's Him&lt;br /&gt;What if it's God speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried a tear that&lt;br /&gt;You could not explain&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Who already knew your name&lt;br /&gt;What if it's Him&lt;br /&gt;What if it's God speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how He'll get a hold of us&lt;br /&gt;Get our attention to prove He is enough&lt;br /&gt;He'll do and He'll use&lt;br /&gt;Whatever He wants to&lt;br /&gt;To tell us "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;Who you thought should still be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To be tangled up in fear&lt;br /&gt;What if He's somehow involved&lt;br /&gt;What if He's speaking through it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how He'll get a hold of us&lt;br /&gt;Get our attention to prove He is enough&lt;br /&gt;He'll do and He'll use&lt;br /&gt;Whatever He wants to&lt;br /&gt;To tell us "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ways are higher&lt;br /&gt;His ways are better&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes strange&lt;br /&gt;What could be stranger&lt;br /&gt;Than God in a manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how He'll get a hold of us&lt;br /&gt;Get our attention to prove He is enough&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how He'll get a hold of you&lt;br /&gt;Get your attention to prove He is enough&lt;br /&gt;He'll do and He'll use&lt;br /&gt;Whatever He wants to&lt;br /&gt;To tell us "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is speaking&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God Speaking - Haley Masters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-503090487623094240?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/503090487623094240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=503090487623094240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/503090487623094240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/503090487623094240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-speaking.html' title='God Speaking'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7707879618788579213</id><published>2010-03-20T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:06:56.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise You Forever!</title><content type='html'>OH MY WORD! I just bought the new Marvin Sapp CD and it's UH-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song man there are no words - I love any song about praise! Cus Praise is what I DO!&lt;br /&gt;It has AMAZING piano on this song....I love, love songs with lottttts of piano in them! Like specifc piano, not just the actual music of the song...Been a while since a song has reached my heart and soul, like this one has. I've longed for these night time moments of songs! They've been too far and few between! &lt;i&gt;Thank you Lord! I will seek you forever, until I'm with you forever! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cd came out on Tuesday, so I had to transpose the words by listening to the song! I'm just that good! [wink]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praise You Forever - Marvin Sapp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you forever, forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;How long is forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll find out because I will stay,&lt;br /&gt;in your presence, singing forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day; cus I'm dedicated to giving you all of the praise.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo I will forever be in awe of your glory, glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am searching for, more of you oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am thirsty for, a touch from you oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to spend my whole life, &lt;br /&gt;loving you forever, loving you forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek you forever, forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;And when you speak to me, I will follow whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;In your presence dancing forever, forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I will follow every word that I hear that you say,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll forever be in debt of your goodness, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for, more of you oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am thirsty for, a touch from you oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to spend my whole life, &lt;br /&gt;loving you forever, loving you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful, forever&lt;br /&gt;You're faithful, forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful, forever&lt;br /&gt;You're faithful, forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7707879618788579213?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7707879618788579213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7707879618788579213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7707879618788579213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7707879618788579213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/03/praise-you-forever.html' title='Praise You Forever!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7085309546856087348</id><published>2010-01-09T21:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:02:16.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a saying old&lt;br /&gt;says that love is blind&lt;br /&gt;still we're often told&lt;br /&gt;"seek and ye shall find"&lt;br /&gt;so I'm going to seek a certain lad i've had&lt;br /&gt;in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking everywhere&lt;br /&gt;haven't found him yet&lt;br /&gt;he's the big affair&lt;br /&gt;i cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;only man i ever think of&lt;br /&gt;with regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to add his initials to my monogram&lt;br /&gt;tell me where is the shepherd&lt;br /&gt;for this lost lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a somebody I'm longing to see&lt;br /&gt;i hope that he&lt;br /&gt;turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;someone to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood&lt;br /&gt;i know i could&lt;br /&gt;always be good&lt;br /&gt;to one who'll watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although he may not be the man some girls think of&lt;br /&gt;as handsome&lt;br /&gt;to my heart&lt;br /&gt;he carries the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont you tell him please to put on some speed&lt;br /&gt;follow my lead&lt;br /&gt;oh how i need&lt;br /&gt;someone to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;someone to watch over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7085309546856087348?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7085309546856087348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7085309546856087348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7085309546856087348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7085309546856087348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-saying-old-says-that-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3817384502370102669</id><published>2009-12-27T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:26:00.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters Most [Ayiesha Woods]</title><content type='html'>You ask me where does my joy lie &lt;br /&gt;I tell you in all that I do for Christ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You want to know how I am fulfilled &lt;br /&gt;I tell you in doing my Father's will &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it strange when I tell you &lt;br /&gt;That it's what I live for and die if I have to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's nothing more satisfying than knowing I'm pleasing &lt;br /&gt;The one who matters most&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I make you smile&lt;br /&gt;And the words that I sing make you feel better &lt;br /&gt;Then I know that it's all worth while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause nothing completes me more than doing what matters most&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will is planned ‘til the end of time &lt;br /&gt;How I fit in only you define &lt;br /&gt;The meaning for my existence &lt;br /&gt;I can't deny you - no room for resistance, no &lt;br /&gt;The only one who makes sense of it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still trying to understand why my name you've called &lt;br /&gt;But I'm created to praise you &lt;br /&gt;It's what I'm made for and it's what I'll do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I make you smile &lt;br /&gt;And the words that I sing make you feel better &lt;br /&gt;Then I know that it's all worth while &lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing completes me more than doing what matters most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3817384502370102669?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3817384502370102669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3817384502370102669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3817384502370102669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3817384502370102669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-matters-most-ayiesha-woods.html' title='What Matters Most [Ayiesha Woods]'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5026954988500988981</id><published>2009-11-09T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:30:52.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day, I'll awaken my [praise]</title><content type='html'>You Are Good [Gateway Worship]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness leads me to repentance&lt;br /&gt;Your goodness draws me to Your side&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy calls me to be like You&lt;br /&gt;Your favor is my delight&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I'll awaken my praise&lt;br /&gt;And pour out a song from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness leads me to repentance&lt;br /&gt;Your goodness draws me to Your side&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy calls me to be like You&lt;br /&gt;Your favor is my delight&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I'll awaken my praise&lt;br /&gt;And pour out a song from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;You are good, and Your mercy is forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is forever, Your goodness is forever&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy is forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is forever, Your goodness is forever&lt;br /&gt;Your mercy is forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew - this song as me today. I heard it at camp and had forgotten about it, but TBC sang it Friday night at the rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so good. My heart calls out for him. Come consume me Lord. That's my prayer the past few days, is Lord consume my heart, my mind, my voice, my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also my prayer for the backsliders - that the Lord will reconsume their hearts. My heart aches for those who've turned away from him. If they could only know the trueness of his mercy, and his kindness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5026954988500988981?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5026954988500988981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5026954988500988981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5026954988500988981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5026954988500988981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-day-ill-awaken-my-praise.html' title='Every day, I&apos;ll awaken my [praise]'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-9108212914036918293</id><published>2009-10-31T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:51:31.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Have It [Just Like This]</title><content type='html'>Omg! I found the song I'm walking down the aisle too someday!&lt;br /&gt;It says it perfectly, even though I don't even know him yet! (I don't think I do anyways haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Like This [Holly Brook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something in a song&lt;br /&gt;it sure does belong**&lt;br /&gt;i am falling and there is nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;its come to here and now&lt;br /&gt;don't matter why or how&lt;br /&gt;my heart is dancing now&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always dreamed of it&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted it&lt;br /&gt;i always hoped that it&lt;br /&gt;would be just like this, just like this&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would&lt;br /&gt;i never had it so good&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i could&lt;br /&gt;have it just like this, just like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;made me realize&lt;br /&gt;what i'm feeling and i just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;you opened up the door to everything and more&lt;br /&gt;the world is spinning and its all because of you&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**I couldn't find these lyrics online - so I transposed them myself. And I'm a little sketchy on this line - I listened to this line over and over like 10 times, still can't figure it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-9108212914036918293?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/9108212914036918293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=9108212914036918293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/9108212914036918293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/9108212914036918293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/10/gonna-have-it-just-like-this.html' title='Gonna Have It [Just Like This]'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2471159108360812468</id><published>2009-10-12T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:36:51.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song of Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you do&lt;br /&gt;when the life you planned is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and what do you say&lt;br /&gt;when the one you &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do live&lt;br /&gt;seems like no hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't care where you live or who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Lord you see my life is broken&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;my life's being changed, help me remain&lt;br /&gt;i will count on you&lt;br /&gt;when i cant see&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll guide&lt;br /&gt;when i cry out&lt;br /&gt;i know you feel&lt;br /&gt;now I'm praying&lt;br /&gt;i know you hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2) &lt;br /&gt;who do you call&lt;br /&gt;when no one has the answer&lt;br /&gt;where do you go&lt;br /&gt;when the place you've known is no more&lt;br /&gt;when will they stop&lt;br /&gt;all these tears they just keep fallin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't care where you live or who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(channel)&lt;br /&gt;we ask you to forgive &lt;br /&gt;and we will do the same&lt;br /&gt;as we recieve your &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll take this time to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;hold on and wait just a little while&lt;br /&gt;he'll bring a &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of strength in the midnight&lt;br /&gt;touch our lives with your lovin' hands&lt;br /&gt;hold on &lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2471159108360812468?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2471159108360812468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2471159108360812468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2471159108360812468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2471159108360812468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-strength.html' title='A Song of Strength'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2811916321408013750</id><published>2009-09-21T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:50:55.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearning</title><content type='html'>I have such a yearning for that person who just gets me for me.&lt;br /&gt;Who understands my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Understands who I am.&lt;br /&gt;How I think.&lt;br /&gt;Why I think the way I think.&lt;br /&gt;What motivates me.&lt;br /&gt;What upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;What hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me laugh. (Ok maybe not this one - everything makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but God understands all of that me.&lt;br /&gt;He is enough - but he did create the desire of a help meet for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Trust You - James Fortune &amp;amp; FIYA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken) &lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult things to do is &lt;br /&gt;find yourself in a storm and &lt;br /&gt;while in that storm it seems like everyone who you &lt;br /&gt;thought you could count on has  &lt;br /&gt;well walked away; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like even God Himself has &lt;br /&gt;forgotten about you. &lt;br /&gt;But in spite of it all you should still be able &lt;br /&gt;to lift your hands and say &lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I trust You" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can’t see &lt;br /&gt;and I can’t feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;I will trust you Lord&lt;br /&gt;how I love you so much &lt;br /&gt;though my nights may seem long &lt;br /&gt;and I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Lord my trust is in you&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many painful thoughts &lt;br /&gt;travel through my mind &lt;br /&gt;and I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I will make it through this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that i see &lt;br /&gt;tells me not to believe &lt;br /&gt;but I’ll trust you lord &lt;br /&gt;you have never failed me &lt;br /&gt;my past still controls me &lt;br /&gt;will this hurt ever leave? &lt;br /&gt;I can only trust you &lt;br /&gt;no one else like you do &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;but I'll trust you&lt;br /&gt;Lord it’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the pain in my life &lt;br /&gt;makes you seem far away &lt;br /&gt;but I’ll trust you&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you’re here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the tears and the pain &lt;br /&gt;through the heartache and rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2811916321408013750?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2811916321408013750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2811916321408013750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2811916321408013750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2811916321408013750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/09/yearning.html' title='Yearning'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-789029421806309641</id><published>2009-09-16T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:20:15.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You To Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>I sing all the songs &lt;br /&gt;I read all about you &lt;br /&gt;I know right from wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What does it amount to &lt;br /&gt;If my life doesn't show &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let everything fall &lt;br /&gt;'cus I want to praise you &lt;br /&gt;Nothing between you and me &lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is more &lt;br /&gt;I've yet to discover &lt;br /&gt;so many things &lt;br /&gt;you want to uncover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been scratching the surface &lt;br /&gt;I want to go deeper &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;tear down the walls &lt;br /&gt;let everything fall &lt;br /&gt;'cus I wanna praise you &lt;br /&gt;let nothing between you and me &lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break through the pride &lt;br /&gt;break throuh the shame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've had enough &lt;br /&gt;of staying the same &lt;br /&gt;break through the fear &lt;br /&gt;open the gate &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired &lt;br /&gt;of playing it safe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;tear down the walls &lt;br /&gt;let everything fall &lt;br /&gt;'cus I want to praise you &lt;br /&gt;Nothing between you and me &lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;tear down the walls &lt;br /&gt;let everything fall &lt;br /&gt;'cus I want to praise you ('cus I want to praise you) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing between you and me &lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough &lt;br /&gt;I need you to breakthrough (Breakthrough) &lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breakthrough - Everybody Worship &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song - whew it's SO powerful!&amp;nbsp; The words I italicized whew...I've truly been scratching only the surface! I want to go so much deeper! To tear down all the walls I've built on purpose and even the subliminal walls I've thrown up without even thinking! I'm getting tired of being the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need you to breakthrough! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-789029421806309641?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/789029421806309641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=789029421806309641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/789029421806309641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/789029421806309641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-you-to-breakthrough.html' title='I Need You To Breakthrough'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6057351169160819692</id><published>2009-09-07T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:17:16.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letting all of this go,&lt;br /&gt;letting all of me show&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired of the fight,&lt;br /&gt;God I need a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a broken soul tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silence is so thick,&lt;br /&gt;it's filling up my life,&lt;br /&gt;it's coming from the crevices and spilling out the sides,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm left with reading all these lines, plaguing my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do what you﻿ say you can do? &lt;br /&gt;Take shattered dreams and make them new.&lt;br /&gt;Can you be who you say you can be?&lt;br /&gt;A friend for me, a friend for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saw this on FB, lyrics just stood out to me. I dunno where the real song came from, but I like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6057351169160819692?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6057351169160819692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6057351169160819692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6057351169160819692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6057351169160819692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/09/letting-all-of-this-go-letting-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5605586813868784286</id><published>2009-09-01T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:27:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Anointing</title><content type='html'>Eyes have never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Minds have never dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts have never conjured up.&lt;br /&gt;Men try to tear it up.&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is, I know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's the anointing, it's the anointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books try to explain&lt;br /&gt;Movies try to portray&lt;br /&gt;Novelties dress it up&lt;br /&gt;Documentaries mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is, I know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's the anointing, the anointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where doubting faith&lt;br /&gt;is running at an all time high.&lt;br /&gt;Lord equip me with more, more of your power from on high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your anointing&lt;br /&gt;Endow me with your anointing&lt;br /&gt;Douse me with your anointing&lt;br /&gt;Your anointing&lt;br /&gt;As I come and I go, use me as I flow in your anointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains can be moved and demons removed.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded eyes opened up, diseases can be cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know what it is, that anointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equip me as I come and I go, use me as I flow in your anointing&lt;br /&gt;Move me out of the way , so your work can be done&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready Jesus, I'm ready for it, take me to a new place in you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay right here till I get my fresh touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anointing - J. Moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody says it like J. Moss...love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5605586813868784286?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5605586813868784286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5605586813868784286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5605586813868784286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5605586813868784286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/09/his-anointing.html' title='His Anointing'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8209540993506659341</id><published>2009-08-29T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:58:22.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling</title><content type='html'>Read this today on &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;SCL (Stuff Christians Like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I once wrote about something that my counselor said when I told him I felt like I was wrestling with God on some issues. He said, "God loves that." This is not the answer I was expecting. I thought he would say, "You need to trust the Lord more." Or "You need to let go and let God." But he didn't say that. Instead he remarked, "Jon, do you know what is true about wrestling? Have you ever stopped to think about the nature of wrestling? God loves to wrestle with us, because you can't wrestle with someone who is far away. They have to be close to you. It's a very intimate, personal activity." And I think he was right. I think that God wants me close. I think He wants me near to His side, close enough to feel His breath and know His strength. And when I approach to wrestle over an issue with Him, like Jacob wrestling, I don't think He is angry. I think He is happy, because I am close. Sure, I want to surrender and trust without question, but I no longer see wrestling as instant failure."&lt;/span&gt; Jon Acuff - SCL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8209540993506659341?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8209540993506659341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8209540993506659341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8209540993506659341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8209540993506659341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7870750203111214120</id><published>2009-08-26T00:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:36:53.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing...Bad...Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know but&lt;br /&gt;I think I maybe&lt;br /&gt;Fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep this to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting ’til I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Know you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I’m hiding what I’m feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m fallin’ for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7870750203111214120?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8584740891519899963</id><published>2009-08-18T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:47:01.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through It All</title><content type='html'>Can I write a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and no one's there&lt;br /&gt;or compose a melody that's in the&lt;br /&gt;key of love, when no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Or can I smile, can I smile&lt;br /&gt;when it's not always worth my while&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust in you when I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of my trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all&lt;br /&gt;through all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;and all the pain that does surround you&lt;br /&gt;and through it all&lt;br /&gt;and through it all I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;to wrap my loving arms around you&lt;br /&gt;and through it all&lt;br /&gt;and through it all I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See but it's so much easier said then done&lt;br /&gt;to trust you even when the hard times come.&lt;br /&gt;But when my faith begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your voice say&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to catch you when you fall, I'm right here.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way out when you need a miracle, I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;and even when you walk away from me, I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Through it all I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all&lt;br /&gt;through all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;and all the pain that does surround you&lt;br /&gt;and through it all&lt;br /&gt;and through it all I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;to wrap my loving arms around you&lt;br /&gt;and through it all&lt;br /&gt;and through it all I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't fight the faith&lt;br /&gt;been hurt so many times your heart won't stop aching&lt;br /&gt;and you been praying for a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;and you've been feeling like your prayers are not enough&lt;br /&gt;but don't you dare give up&lt;br /&gt;square your shoulders, hold your head up&lt;br /&gt;learn to trust in me,&lt;br /&gt;Cus I'll be right there, right there, right there through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you can't fight the pain and the heart ache&lt;br /&gt;and you feel like your prayers are not enough&lt;br /&gt;and you can't find the strength to make it thru the day&lt;br /&gt;look up, for all your help comes from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8584740891519899963?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8584740891519899963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8584740891519899963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8584740891519899963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8584740891519899963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-it-all.html' title='Through It All'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1236942024863918899</id><published>2009-08-18T02:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:21:16.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love song&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, he's the one&lt;br /&gt;who looked beyond all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showed&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He loved me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back into life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;he loved me despite the price.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cares for me, really cares for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love him deeply.&lt;br /&gt;See, so many came into my life&lt;br /&gt;and they left me with a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;But never again, for now I know&lt;br /&gt;who loves me the most, and&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go back again.&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bottom of my heart, to the depths of my soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care who knows exactly&lt;br /&gt;how I feel, I'll shout it from the&lt;br /&gt;mountain tops, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love is so real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1236942024863918899?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1236942024863918899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1236942024863918899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1236942024863918899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1236942024863918899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8662358761911764133</id><published>2009-08-05T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:51:10.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching for a Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itching for a change. A big, serious, supernatural change. A change in me. A change in my heart &amp;amp; mind. A change in our church. A change in the music. A change in the College &amp;amp; Career group. Just a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many passions and dreams. Some of these dreams I know came from God.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rise up, be a leader, bless someones life. I want that if I pass before the Lord comes, that people can view my funeral and say, "Thank you for giving to the Lord, I was a life that you changed." NOT IN ANY WAY to up talk me. I want to make a difference. Make a difference enough to change the way things are for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know my heart, my mind. Help me be patient in waiting. Help me to stay in your will, even if it means standing still for however long you want. No matter the cost or how hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie - I'm frustrated, burdened, my passions weigh heavy, heavy on my heart and soul. I need to feel &amp;amp; hear the abundance of rain. In so many areas. Praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an old prophet who dared to take a stand&lt;br /&gt;For the prophets of Baal desecrated their land&lt;br /&gt;sleeping with the enemy while falling to idolatry&lt;br /&gt;God's chosen people forgot who they were called to be&lt;br /&gt;So Elijah said, "If Baal be God, then follow him&lt;br /&gt;But if the Lord, if He be God Then follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending the fire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending the flame.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of the abundance of rain,&lt;br /&gt;For those who would dare to call on my name.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending the fire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Elijah said, "Now I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of you messing with God's holy stuff&lt;br /&gt;So let's build an altar, prepare a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna see who is God&lt;br /&gt;We're going to see who's the Christ&lt;br /&gt;And the God who answers by fire let Him be God&lt;br /&gt;I said, that the God who answers by fire&lt;br /&gt;Let Him be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just like the prophets of Baal way back then&lt;br /&gt;This generation has fallen into the same kind of sin&lt;br /&gt;The money god, the lust god, the god called religion&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Hindu, Buddha, New Age&lt;br /&gt;We can't make a decision&lt;br /&gt;But the God who answers by fire&lt;br /&gt;Let Him be God&lt;br /&gt;I said, that the God who answers by fire&lt;br /&gt;Let him be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an Elijah generation that's rising in this hour&lt;br /&gt;forerunners for Jesus filled with glory with power&lt;br /&gt;Voices in the wilderness preparing the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the generation that is seeking my face&lt;br /&gt;for I am the God who answers by fire,&lt;br /&gt;I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;I am the God who answers by fire,&lt;br /&gt;I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire, fire.&lt;br /&gt;We need the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;We need the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Sending the Fire - Eddie James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8662358761911764133?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8662358761911764133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8662358761911764133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8662358761911764133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8662358761911764133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/08/itching-for-change.html' title='Itching for a Change!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8472617759631927312</id><published>2009-07-20T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:19:24.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Where I Belong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span id="SL_MainBody_formViewLyrics_labelLyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Father I am waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I need to hear from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To know that You're approving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;of what I say and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause nothing really satisfies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;like when You speak my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So tell me that You'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In Your presence, all fear is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;in Your presence.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In Your presence, is where I belong,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;in Your presence.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Father I'm returning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the things I used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause somewhere on the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think I lost hold of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But nothing really satisfies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;like when You speak my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So tell me that You'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;In Your Presence - Jason Upton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8472617759631927312?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8472617759631927312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8472617759631927312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8472617759631927312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8472617759631927312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-where-i-belong.html' title='It&apos;s Where I Belong....'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6173931925451622367</id><published>2009-07-06T02:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:20:37.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less of me, more of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Verse:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need your glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want your glory, Less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of me and more of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Show me you glory, show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Me your power, less of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And more of you is what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So many times I tries my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Way, but all of the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Didn't go away I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That only you could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Me this love that is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; True &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[repeat choir]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need Your Glory - James Fortune &amp;amp; FIYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song at camp (I think lol). Wasn't overly impressed with it. Then I just bought this James Fortune &amp;amp; Fiya CD, which I seriously cannot believe I'd not bought sooner (I've only had one song prior to now) - obviously now I know it was God's timing. Wouldn't you know it - song #5 was this one - and here we are - up at 2:15, the song on repeat and the tears stream down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my discouragement I've been battling today, my need for him, his glory, his power is what I need the most. I've tried my way, sure I'll still try my own way at times, but it never will cease to shove me back to him, realizing that only he can give me the love that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Less of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about our C&amp;amp;C Closer Retreat this upcoming weekend. I hope it's a time of true refreshing, that attitudes aren't hot, and everyone gets along amidst our own trials and emotions. I know I need it, deeply. I need a true refreshing of my dreams, of my goals, of my vision, of my passions, of my burdens. They are slowly coming back, but it does take time. God's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - off to try to sleep...again...with less of me, more of him on my lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6173931925451622367?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6173931925451622367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6173931925451622367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6173931925451622367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6173931925451622367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/07/less-of-me-more-of-you.html' title='Less of me, more of you.'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-790188498319612234</id><published>2009-06-30T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:27:48.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail The King</title><content type='html'>All Hail the King&lt;br /&gt;He stands in His honor&lt;br /&gt;And speaks what is true&lt;br /&gt;He is the King of Glory&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit flowing through&lt;br /&gt;All hail the King&lt;br /&gt;All hail the royal majesty&lt;br /&gt;From creation until eternity&lt;br /&gt;His train fill's the temple&lt;br /&gt;Shekinah Glory surrounds His throne&lt;br /&gt;All hail the King&lt;br /&gt;Until eternity, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Hail the King - Shekinah Glory Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is amazing! If only we all had this much adoration for our Lord and savior as we should! This is my desire more and more every day. Until eternity, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married at camp. Haha...Bro. Jimmy Toney preached the night services. All I can say is wow. He spoke to me every, single night. He married every young person that was willing to lay down before the Lord there all. In sickness and in health. For richer or poorer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is my heart Lord. It's yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, amazing services. I had the best time in the services. Being in the alter with my girls. My passion just deepened. I don't know where it's going, or when. But something is boiling in the pot. Has been for a while, I know. His timing I'm praying. Rough...really rough. But will be so worth it, when it comes to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-790188498319612234?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/790188498319612234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=790188498319612234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/790188498319612234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/790188498319612234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-hail-king.html' title='All Hail The King'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5666689576764755577</id><published>2009-06-01T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:51:42.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Him, Convictions Unchanged, My Need for Him Still Remains</title><content type='html'>The chorus on this song stands out to me like a bolt of lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my need for him to remain the same each day after day. That the way I serve him, when all the world is quiet, is still the same way I serve him when I'm in front of the whole church, or at work, or around a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convictions&lt;/span&gt; won't ever change. No matter what I face, the things I go through, the things that burden my heart and soul - I won't back away from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm still as heavily burdened as I was in the post before - but I'm not backing away from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacrifice of the burden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll carry the weight&lt;/span&gt; if it means I helped a soul find their way back to the ground, that they find their balance again and began to find their own convictions again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to stay serving you the same day in and day out. That I never falter in my love for you, or my praise, or my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If College &amp;amp; Career will open up their minds, and hearts, we are about to bust out church! Watch out! I'm not going back, our past is behind us!! We're starting our own Commentary on the book of Ecclesiastes, and I'm excited! It's a whole confusing, but not, at the same time book on the character of Wisdom. I pray we all have the wisdom to just open our minds and let God work through us as a whole, and as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know here lately, if I could chop off my hands, and feet, and cut out my vocal cords and put them on a silver platter (Weird the way I said that but that's how passionate I feel.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I would hand them to the Lord, and say here Lord, please use me, take my hands and my feet. No matter the sacrifice, I AM moving forward in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing to me how you can be so heavily burdened, but at the same time SO full in him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can people not crave to serve him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Amazed - 33 Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I don’t really know how long forever is&lt;br /&gt;But that’s how long I’m gonna give my life&lt;br /&gt;Everything I face, it tries to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t back away from the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget what you’re love means to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re always there to light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When all the lights go down and the world is quiet&lt;br /&gt;No one is around&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the same man that will serve you then&lt;br /&gt;Like I serve you now&lt;br /&gt;That my convictions never change&lt;br /&gt;O let my need for you remain&lt;br /&gt;As real as the moment I was saved&lt;br /&gt;I will always stand amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my heart desires such selfish things&lt;br /&gt;When the moment comes help me to trust&lt;br /&gt;Something better that you have for me&lt;br /&gt;If I could just hold on to you enough&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget what you’re love means to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re always there to light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be my strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;When I wanna give in and not turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the prayer that I speak&lt;br /&gt;That I speak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5666689576764755577?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5666689576764755577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5666689576764755577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5666689576764755577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5666689576764755577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/06/serving-him-convictions-unchanged-my.html' title='Serving Him, Convictions Unchanged, My Need for Him Still Remains'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1095845399411039756</id><published>2009-05-31T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:07:04.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~be not conformed to this world - STAND OUT~</title><content type='html'>I gotta tell you - I'm fighting mad. I'm tired of the people who sit on the pew, service after service, KNOWING they need to get up and surrender, and they just sit there. HOW CAN YOU DO THAT? I don't get it...what is holding you back. What is SO important, that you cannot surrender and let the chains be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil is tempting those on every side, but we've ALREADY WON. So what is the problem?!? Why are you still giving him the victory?!!? I gotta tell you, I left service today so frustrated. I know I shouldn't be. Frustration = unbelief in what God can do, I KNOW he is gonna prevail. In all stituations - but I was frustrated...how can you sit thru a service, thru a message that is so directed at you, if it were a snake it'd bite you!!! How I ask?!?! How can you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart mourns so bad for those that are so bound in their shackles, they can't even break free enough to "START" running the race. You come, day in and day out, service after service, but what for? You act as though it's a chore, like you're doing your Sunday duty of clocking in for service, and then out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, we're supposed to give people "time" to change from the inside out, but some of you aren't even changing! You say you are, you say you need to get back to where you need to be, but instead you shut out the people who will help you get there, and run back to save that friendship that's pretty much run you into the ground in the first place "because they are all you've known the past five years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so burdened. These feeble word attempts to express it don't even do it justice. I'm so heavy, we are in a spiritual war. It IS serious, and people are going day to day like it's not happening. Please, PLEASE God WAKE THEM UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand Out - Tye Tribbett &amp;amp; G.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[speaking: Tye Tribbett]&lt;br /&gt;When the enemy comes in like a flood,&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of the Lord will raise up a standard against him.&lt;br /&gt;I see the enemy coming in like a flood in our houses, in our churches, in our families.&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't see is the standard. People of God where's the standard at?&lt;br /&gt;We in a war y'all. It's time to stand OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:]&lt;br /&gt;It's about to go down. The battle has begun.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to choose, whose side you gonna be on.&lt;br /&gt;The devil is recruiting, temptin' every man.&lt;br /&gt;But he's already defeated, all we have to do is stand.&lt;br /&gt;No time for mixing light with the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Be black or be white, no more shades of gray.&lt;br /&gt;Be separated, be holy, no matter what you do, don't bow.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you stand alone, stand anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:]&lt;br /&gt;Rise up people, put on your strength.&lt;br /&gt;There's a war going on and we will win.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and fight, let the kingdom prevail.&lt;br /&gt;With power and might, we will stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand out!&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:] Stand out!&lt;br /&gt;Be not conformed to this world.&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:] Stand out!&lt;br /&gt;Be transformed, renew your mind.&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:] Stand out!&lt;br /&gt;Just like the three Hebrew boys,&lt;br /&gt;[G.A.:] Stand out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is playin' it cool, don't wanna rub nobody the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like we're trying to fit in. Acting like we don't know the name.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to stand out and go against the grain.&lt;br /&gt;Forget tryin' to be down, let the world know you've been changed.&lt;br /&gt;How you gonna be the praise leader? But you listen to R &amp;amp; B?&lt;br /&gt;And hip-hop is on your ringtone. I'm trynna tell you God ain't pleased.&lt;br /&gt;And since when did it become cool for you to live together unmarried?&lt;br /&gt;Men with men?&lt;br /&gt;Women with women?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin you God ain't gon' have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to recognize.&lt;br /&gt;The war it's in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;No time for compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[together:] The devil is a LIE!&lt;br /&gt;You must be hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;You can't blend in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for God's people ta -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1095845399411039756?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1095845399411039756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1095845399411039756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1095845399411039756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1095845399411039756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-no-conformed-to-this-world-stand-out.html' title='~be not conformed to this world - STAND OUT~'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6331631107392908907</id><published>2009-05-26T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:16:52.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew - I was privileged to go sing with the praise team at Brother Kight's 40th anniversary service in Victoria, Texas. They played a song in the slide show they did, and it's been on my mind ever since. But I couldn't find it, so finally I succumbed emailed Pastor - and he called and got me a number. I called and spoke with the lady who did it and I found the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives me chills listening to it. I'm so glad he is faithful to the end. It's a comfort to the depths of my soul! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*song is now on repeat for the rest of the day haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faithful One - Selah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find no hope within to call my own&lt;br /&gt;For I am frail of heart, my strength is gone&lt;br /&gt;But deep within my soul is rising up a song&lt;br /&gt;Here in the comfort of the faithful one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a narrow road through valleys deep&lt;br /&gt;In search of higher ground, on mountains steep&lt;br /&gt;And though with feet unsure, I still keep pressing on.&lt;br /&gt;For I am guided by the faithful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, faithful to the end,&lt;br /&gt;My true and precious friend,&lt;br /&gt;You have been faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, so faithful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your wounded hands, I touch your side&lt;br /&gt;With thorns upon your brow you bled and died&lt;br /&gt;But there’s an empty tomb, a love for all who come&lt;br /&gt;And give their hearts to you, the faithful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, faithful to the end,&lt;br /&gt;My true and precious friend,&lt;br /&gt;You have been faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, so faithful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the day is dawned and when the race is run&lt;br /&gt;I will bow down before God’s only Son&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands in praise for all you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;And I will worship you, my faithful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6331631107392908907?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6331631107392908907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6331631107392908907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6331631107392908907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6331631107392908907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-i-was-privileged-to-go-sing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1610542245431692494</id><published>2009-05-24T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:43:41.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>_swirling, swirling, thoughts, swirling, swirling_</title><content type='html'>I'm so restless today. I can't even begin to describe what's going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I have a billion songs going thru it. Being in a place of holding, waiting on God to show you where or what to do next is so hard. You cry out for him, ask for direction, for guidance, and sometimes he is just silent. Silent as silent can be. That human side of you rages up, angry at him sometimes. Why God?!?! Please give me an answer, I need answers, guidance &amp;amp; direction. The truest test is in the silence. In the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not going back. I'm moving ahead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after you. You've become my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;souls delight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; I find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need a peace beyond my own understanding. I want to feel it fall like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about that name. All authority is in that name.&lt;br /&gt;All power is in that name.&lt;br /&gt;The more that I seek you. The more I find of you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lay back against you and breathe&lt;/span&gt;. Just feel my Lord's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Angels bows before him. Heaven and earth adore him.&lt;br /&gt;For every mountain you've brought me over. For every trial you've seen me thru.&lt;br /&gt;There is a silent war, that's raging deep within me. My spirit man is poised and locked in battle.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voice of desperation&lt;/span&gt; in my cry. Lord strengthen me that I might not, yield myself to sin.&lt;br /&gt;Lord I hunger for holiness. I thirst for the righteousness that's yours.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will follow&lt;/span&gt;. Wherever you open the door.&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;. I will praise while I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me. Power of God come in and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1610542245431692494?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1610542245431692494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1610542245431692494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1610542245431692494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1610542245431692494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/swirling-swirling-thoughts-swirling.html' title='_swirling, swirling, thoughts, swirling, swirling_'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3220725446766938429</id><published>2009-05-12T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:01:22.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome In this Place</title><content type='html'>As I come into Your presence&lt;br /&gt; Past the gates of praise&lt;br /&gt; Into Your sanctuary&lt;br /&gt; Til we're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt; I look upon Your countenance&lt;br /&gt; I see the glory of Your Holy face&lt;br /&gt; I can only bow down and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are awesome in this place, Mighty God&lt;br /&gt;      You are awesome in this place, Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;      You are worthy of all praise&lt;br /&gt;      To You our lives we raise&lt;br /&gt;      You are awesome in this place, Mighty God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome In This Place - Natalie Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wwooo love this song! I wish we sang it more! And sang the verse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3220725446766938429?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3220725446766938429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3220725446766938429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3220725446766938429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3220725446766938429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesome-in-this-place.html' title='Awesome In this Place'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5614624616906189918</id><published>2009-05-10T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:16:49.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-Every Hour Breathe On Me-</title><content type='html'>This song's on my heart right now. I've got it playing on my ipod over and over. Verse 1 is my favorite. Actually I guess I love both verses. They hit home right now. Kind of goes along back with that post about touching the hem of his garment. In humble adoration, kneeling before his throne, his feet. Gotta come in brokenness, and seek ONLY his face. Nobody else's. Sometimes that's the struggle right there - we're too worried about what everyone else thinks/does/says/wants. When we need to shut them out and just seek ALONE his face. Only then will the breathe of God come in and make me whole. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cry isn't come in and make me whole anymore, it's God I'm ready to surrender, ready to give my life over, ready for you to use me. To the fullest capacity I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed right now. With a lot of things. Not just the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt; does a great version of it - by adding I Need Thee to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe On Me/I Need Thee Every Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In humble adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kneel before Your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In brokenness I seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your face alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above You there’s no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who’s able to restore my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come and make me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;Power of God come in and change me&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m ready to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To give You all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter what the cost or sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reveal to me Your calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleanse me from my prideful ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use me now I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;Power of God come in and change me&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;He is my strong tower&lt;br /&gt;My rock and my fortress in whom I trust&lt;br /&gt;In times of the storm and in tribulation&lt;br /&gt;He is my help and my salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh breath of God&lt;br /&gt;Restore my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;He is my strong tower&lt;br /&gt;My rock and my fortress in whom I trust&lt;br /&gt;In times of the storm and in tribulation&lt;br /&gt;He is my help and my salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;Power of God come in and change me&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Thee how I need Thee&lt;br /&gt;Every hour I need Thee&lt;br /&gt;O Bless me now my Savior&lt;br /&gt;I come to Thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5614624616906189918?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5614624616906189918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5614624616906189918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5614624616906189918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5614624616906189918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-hour-breathe-on-me.html' title='-Every Hour Breathe On Me-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-753970880269028582</id><published>2009-05-06T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:46:15.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Gentle Heaven Breeze</title><content type='html'>Feeling like a dessert, burning in teh summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;Parched and dry, I quietly cry for sweet relief to come.&lt;br /&gt;Lord you see the salt of me, its yearning for a gentle breeze.&lt;br /&gt;To bring sweet refreshing I so badly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze from Heaven flow across my soul&lt;br /&gt;Cooling, sweet refreshing rain on me.&lt;br /&gt;Soothing spirit fill me till I overflow.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze of love bring rest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's refreshing brought a false securtity.&lt;br /&gt;Cus deep inside I thought that I could make it thru the heat.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, and now I long for gentle breezes I have known,&lt;br /&gt;to blow again and bring sweet relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-753970880269028582?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/753970880269028582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=753970880269028582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/753970880269028582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/753970880269028582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-gentle-heaven-breeze.html' title='I Need A Gentle Heaven Breeze'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2018019719235904733</id><published>2009-04-22T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:46:43.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not by my works, but by your work in me!</title><content type='html'>VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Accepted, Highly favored of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven, By your love I am restored&lt;br /&gt;Not what I’ll do, but what you’ve done for me&lt;br /&gt;And by your grace oh God, I stand&lt;br /&gt;With my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love, I receive Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love&lt;br /&gt;I know I am accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;Established, Ever blameless in your Son&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I am chosen to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Not by my works, but by your work in me&lt;br /&gt;And by your grace oh God, I stand&lt;br /&gt;With my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love, I receive Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love&lt;br /&gt;I know I am accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;Behold all things, have been made new&lt;br /&gt;My past has gone, my shame renewed&lt;br /&gt;You gave your Son, Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Now at the cross, I’ve been made free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love, I receive Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;I receive Your love&lt;br /&gt;I know I am accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Receive - Israel Houghton - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I LOVE this song. I didn't at first. But man once I stopped and listened to the words. whew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2018019719235904733?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2018019719235904733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2018019719235904733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2018019719235904733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2018019719235904733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-by-my-works-but-by-your-work-in-me.html' title='Not by my works, but by your work in me!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5830463326218630876</id><published>2009-04-22T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:59:19.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Administrative's Professional's Day</title><content type='html'>Flowers from Kevin &amp;amp; Lori.&lt;br /&gt;Susie emailed me first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think that was more meaningful than the flowers. Sigh. I miss her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/Se9a5VCb8vI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RbDBuvnwjQU/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/Se9a5VCb8vI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RbDBuvnwjQU/s320/Photo0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327576825148994290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5830463326218630876?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5830463326218630876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5830463326218630876' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7175605652598520771</id><published>2009-04-19T01:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:30:09.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You have brought me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Such a freedom I have found in You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You're the healer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who makes all things new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeah yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm not going back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm moving ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here to declare to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My past is over in You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;All things are made new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Surrendered my love to Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm moving moving forward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You have risen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;With all power in Your hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You have given me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A second chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hallelujah hallelujah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You make all things new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You make all things new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And I will follow You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm moving forward. No matter the price. No matter how hard. No matter the loneliness. No matter whose along side me. "I" will win. "I" will succeed. "I" will meet Christ on his throne. I will follow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7175605652598520771?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7175605652598520771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7175605652598520771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7175605652598520771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7175605652598520771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1134153037765521607</id><published>2009-04-07T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:29:35.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B r o k e n | H a l l e l u j a h</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With my love and my sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I come before You Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart’s in a thousand pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet I trust in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re with me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And You’ve always been faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Lord even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all that I can sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a broken hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my only offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is shattered praise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still a song of adoration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will rise up from these ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will worship You and give You thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when my only praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a broken hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Father, You have given &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much more than I deserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I have felt Your hand of blessing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On me at every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I doubt Your goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your wisdom, Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Lord hear my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this painful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lift my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Spirit moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I raise my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I reach for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Hallelujah - Mandisa Hundley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHOA - This is an AMAZING song. When I'm browsing itunes I browse like thru millions of artists - and I was at Kirk Franklin - And I moved to his song he did with Toby Mac - and Toby Mac had this lady Mandisa in it - She was eh alright - I moved to Yahoo Music to watch the music video - and then back to itunes - haha and started browsing her CD that just came out end of March - and stumbled across this song. Now if you have itunes you know that the previews are like geez all of five seconds - so I was like arg should I buy it? So I looked up the lyrics - OMG tears started rolling down my face. So I bought the song lol -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How humbled do you have to be to reach out to the Lord and sing a broken Hallelujah - oh man wow. How moving. I'm so in awe of him right now. We're always taught or guided or encouraged to praise him in the good and the bad - and even though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; is the highest praise you can give to the Lord - I think in a way we still associate it with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;praise. But sometimes it's not always - it's a praise that's in the bad times - that even though the world is swirling around you, you doubt, you don't trust, you worry, your anxious, you can't sleep, you can't cry - but you attempt that feeble broken Hallelujah - the Lord, I think he weeps. He weeps for your pain, weeps for the hurt, weeps for the confusion, weeps that you are still in your own feeble attempt trusting him to take care of you - and give him praise, give him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken Hallelujah's &lt;/span&gt;- no matter how you feel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so humbled to serve a God like mine - SO humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go to Holiday Youth Convention on Thursday - and I'm praying so hard, that the young people, and the College &amp;amp; Career members that go this year - that we all are soooo blessed. We all need it - it's okay to say that I think. I pray for Sue, and for Ryan, and for my brother. And for all the young people. I pray for Andrea and Keith that they can be renewed. I know my Nandie needs it. I worry - but I pray that our feeble broken Hallelujah's just reach the Lord and he comes down and gives sweet, refreshing rain that we so badly need. I'm excited - I know Bro. Scott Graham is going to be a great conduit the Lord wants in those services. I'm going with high expectations - and with a God like mine, he won't let me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1134153037765521607?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1134153037765521607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1134153037765521607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1134153037765521607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1134153037765521607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/04/b-r-o-k-e-n-h-l-l-e-l-u-j-h.html' title='B r o k e n | H a l l e l u j a h'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7218622901670801978</id><published>2009-03-31T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:52:05.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From These Lips of Clay I sing Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>Lord we've come to worship&lt;br /&gt;we've come to worship our king.&lt;br /&gt;Lord we've come to worship&lt;br /&gt;to lift our voices and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your praise, Your honor&lt;br /&gt;and glory, your worthy.&lt;br /&gt;So we send up this offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we've come to worship&lt;br /&gt;we've come to worship our king.&lt;br /&gt;Lord we've come to worship&lt;br /&gt;we lift our voices and sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (Lord we yield to your throne and say)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (Lord we bow right now and say)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (we've come, we've come, we've come)&lt;br /&gt;to worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (From our lips of clay we say)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (From our hearts with praise we say)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (No other reason, oh yea)&lt;br /&gt;we've come to worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (Your our king thats why we sing)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (Your the one up on the throne)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;we've come to worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (we love, love, love you Lord)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah we've come to worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've Come to Worship - West Coast Christian Tabernacle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a new CD - it's a mainly Hispanic choir out in California! They are FABULOUS! I'm addicted! Officially! I looooovvvveeeeeee the words to this song. It's sooooo full of worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what choir is supposed to be about! I miss the days when choir was so full like this. Now it's all contemporary, solo-less, small-grouped, and unison!! lol I'm not bitter or anything =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing. More than pretty much anything. Yes, there are several other areas of ministry God is using me, and will use me in the future, but I still feel this part of me, of my singing, that hasn't been used to the fullest like God wants. I know in due time he'll help me break out of my shell, and I'll sing something greater like I've never done. But until that time, my heart yearns for it. Not for the spotlight, I definitely don't crave that. But I yearn to let my heart sing it's real song. God's working on that though - it's up to him and his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times just me and God during a Sunday afternoon, I've got my stereo all the way up to 30 (as high as the volume will go lol), and I'm just entranced in his presence. Just singing, me and God. My brother always asks me why I never sing in church like I do in my room. I can't ever give him an answer. Maybe that's just what God wants, maybe he just wants me all to himself until it's time! I just love to sing - there are no words to describe that part of my heart. No one gets the depth of it. The strength of it. The yearning. Sometimes it confuses me, because I don't know why. It's not my only heart-yearn. But it's a huge one. I dunno - maybe this song will bless you as much as it did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. West Coast Christian Tab ain't on YouTube lol - I bought the CD on itunes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7218622901670801978?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7218622901670801978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7218622901670801978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7218622901670801978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7218622901670801978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-these-lips-of-clay-i-sing.html' title='From These Lips of Clay I sing Hallelujah!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-75829834651892773</id><published>2009-03-25T12:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:28:25.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a LIFE, that was Changed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a life that was changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ray Boltz - Thank You for Giving to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We had a great saint of the cross pass away over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;They sang this at his funeral on Tuesday. I grew up listening to this song. My Mom used to sing it as a special. I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was so full yesterday. It was bittersweet to see him pass on. But to sit and know that saints of the most high regarded him in that honor. To sing "thank you for giving to the Lord, "I" am a LIFE that was changed".  I want my life to reflect that so when/if the day comes for me to pass on in this life and be with my Lord, that people look upward and sing "thank you Jennifer, for giving to the Lord, I was a life that you helped change." What an honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove away yesterday - and prayed Lord please help my life to reflect you in such a way that I'm helping you change hearts and lives to live and breathe you! I was so emotional yesterday - funerals are so bittersweet, but they also cause you to pause and think about your life and where you're going. I never want my life to be without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-75829834651892773?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/75829834651892773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=75829834651892773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/75829834651892773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/75829834651892773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-life-that-was-changed.html' title='&quot;I am a LIFE, that was Changed&quot;'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2915123841650417072</id><published>2009-03-05T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:48:11.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord how I hunger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a silent war that's raging deep within me&lt;br /&gt;My lower nature fights to dominate&lt;br /&gt;My spirit man is poised and locked in battle&lt;br /&gt;With the carnal side of me I've grown to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trumpet of my prayers plays toward Heaven&lt;br /&gt;A voice of desperation in my cry&lt;br /&gt;Lord, strengthen me that I might not yield myself to sin&lt;br /&gt;But keep Your righteous banner lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hunger for holiness&lt;br /&gt;And I thirst for the righteousness that's Yours&lt;br /&gt;That my mind would be cleansed&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit renewed&lt;br /&gt;And this temple that You dwell in would be pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempter stalks about me as a lion&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the slightest scent of blood&lt;br /&gt;For when the skin of my resistance is broken&lt;br /&gt;He moves in swiftly to deepen the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord of all Creation, hear Your servant&lt;br /&gt;You understand the weaknesses of man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting myself crucified with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Alive to Christ and dead indeed to sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hunger for Holiness - Carman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This songs been on my mind all evening. The Lord understands my weakness'. Die daily...isn't that what his word says? And you truly do every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking in our C&amp;amp;C class on Sin. They probably think I don't pay attention, or close enough when certain class members get up to speak haha, but I really do - I just take things in so differently than most people. Sometimes I hate that our class is over in 45 mins. There is not enough time to just SLOW down and really teach it. It's all so rushed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shrug* &lt;/span&gt;- I'm just a slow thinker, slow learner when it comes to stuff like that. Give me a computer and whabam I know it instantly, but not that. I dunno why - Arg I've gone off on a tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord's working&lt;/span&gt; - as usual. Maybe I'm becoming more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; to him, maybe it was my lil man Davis' birth. I've just been emotional this week. Someone close to my heart made me tear up this afternoon at work. I was just overcome with love and I can't even describe it. Some would say I was weird for feeling that way, but I dunno. I've never had someone impact my world, my heart, my life, my mind so much as this family, other than the Lord of course. Anyways I hope the lyrics snag on your heart as they do mine. You know how I am with songs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2915123841650417072?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2915123841650417072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2915123841650417072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2915123841650417072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2915123841650417072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-lord-how-i-hunger.html' title='Oh Lord how I hunger!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6541929229420630240</id><published>2009-02-19T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:54:44.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Without You is a Lie</title><content type='html'>You changed my world&lt;br /&gt;When You came to me&lt;br /&gt;You drove a passion&lt;br /&gt;In my soul down deep&lt;br /&gt;Lord, to follow You in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;If I know that You're not there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that me without You is a lie&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to walk that road&lt;br /&gt;Be a million miles from home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart needs to be where You are&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come whatever&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick with You&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk, You'll lead me&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy or a fool&lt;br /&gt;For forever I promise you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Without Your love&lt;br /&gt;Filling me like an ocean&lt;br /&gt;For Your grace is enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough for me&lt;br /&gt;To never want to go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;If I know that You're not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to always make sure I'm never enough without the Lord. Because then my life would be a lie. I want to make sure that if I veer off the path, that I find my way back to it. To make sure that my life isn't without him. Cause my heart needs to be right where he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6541929229420630240?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6541929229420630240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6541929229420630240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6541929229420630240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6541929229420630240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-without-you-is-lie.html' title='Me Without You is a Lie'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-51337157547864622</id><published>2009-02-13T01:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:30:39.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Box Gang</title><content type='html'>Huh-LAIR-E-OUS!! Found these off KrazyDelicious Blog!!&lt;br /&gt;The voices are hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9IhaI4rElg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9IhaI4rElg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-51337157547864622?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/51337157547864622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=51337157547864622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/51337157547864622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/51337157547864622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/02/toy-box-gang.html' title='Toy Box Gang'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2322756429269411210</id><published>2009-01-30T00:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:56:40.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopeful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; you while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; while I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I'm Waiting - John Waller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW - Such amazing lyrics. I can't find the words to say right now. But these lyrics do a fraction of justice to the emotion going on inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2322756429269411210?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2322756429269411210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2322756429269411210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2322756429269411210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2322756429269411210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m Waiting'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3198803341425145466</id><published>2009-01-27T01:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:13:59.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Know"</title><content type='html'>I'm a horrific blogger! So much is going on in my world. I'm neglecting my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School started a week from today. Totally freaked - I haven't been in school for 3 years! And the class I'm enrolled in, is the one I failed the very first semester of college I enrolled in over 5 years ago! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work went from bad to worse. I know - am I praying? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;! I feel like my prayers are going out into the wind and blowing right along with it. Don't you hate that? You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; God is there, and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; he is listening, but nothing is changing! I know that's his way - and in HIS time change will come, but shew its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That fraction of a glimmer of hope you had in something - felt like it went back into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new WALK-IN closet is finally complete! I'm ecstatic! It is truly a work of art haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention work has me stressed to the max? I think it's what is causing me to headache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a bazillion Graphic Projects I'm working on - Re-doing some stuff for our Section. Doing a postcard for our Oasis Singles Ministry, Doing a graphic/logo for a ministry we have called Linc, did/completed a Flier/Announcement for the Young Marrieds Workshop coming up Valentine's Day, and I have a Youth Rally flier due By Wednesday! Eek! But I know I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He won't give me more then I can bear, but the Lord sure does try. I guess we'll never grow, if we're never pushed. Some days (okay most) I feel that if I'm pushed anymore, I'll fall over the edge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling like a dessert, burning in the summer sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parched and dry, I quietly cry for sweet relief to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord you see the salt of me, its yearning for a gentle breeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To bring sweet refreshing I so badly need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3198803341425145466?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3198803341425145466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3198803341425145466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3198803341425145466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3198803341425145466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know.html' title='&quot;I Know&quot;'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3582107333886965987</id><published>2009-01-06T10:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:50:17.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-Stand Still and let God Move-</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand Still - By The Isaacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Father has a plan. Though it's hard to see it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You feel you're walking all alone. But He is there no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When the storm around you rages, And you're tossed to and fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When you're faced with life's decisions, Not sure which way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stand still and let God move, Standing still is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When you feel you have reached the end, He'll make a way for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stand still and let God move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When the enemy surrounds you, And the walls are closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When the tide is swiftly rising, And you wonder where He's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Friend, there never was a moment, That His arms weren't reaching out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You can rest assured and be secure, God is moving right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stand still and let God move, Standing still is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When you feel you have reached the end, He'll make a way for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stand still and let God move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was incredibly, incredibly ministered to this morning by a dear friend on the Apostolic Woman's Forum I post on. The Lord TRULY knows what you need, WHEN the exact moment you need it. He knew I was at the office alone, and I could just shut the door and have a big ol cry. Lord you are amazing! Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3582107333886965987?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3582107333886965987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3582107333886965987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3582107333886965987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3582107333886965987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/01/stand-still-and-let-god-move.html' title='-Stand Still and let God Move-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8834368321418471952</id><published>2009-01-01T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:47:52.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!! Happy new blog on the 1st day of 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna steal my friend Rachel's idea and just write my thankfulness for people in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(these are in not in order by favorite lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt; - Thank you for raising me in this blessed truth, and helping to make sure my walk with God was in a church where I'd fall in love with Christ over and over again. Thank you for being the best parents a girl can have! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; - "hey bo" - it has been a good year watching you grow more in Christ! I know 2009 God is gonna fill you with his precious Holy Spirit! And I cannot wait to see what happens!!! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; - My "honey" - I love your guts! More than words even describe. I'm SO blessed to have a best friend like you, who loves me, uplifts me, encourages me, makes me laugh, and humbles me all at the same time. I honestly don't know where I'd be without you! I can't wait to meet Davis, and give him lots-o-lovin' and teach him things to make you go arg! hehe...I adore you and Keifers, and you are truly the best leaders! You guys have helped me grow in ways unimaginable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pastor &amp;amp; Sister McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt; - Thank you for being the best leaders a saint could ask for. I can't even begin to count the different times this past year, where one of you have just pushed that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;, and left an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imprint&lt;/span&gt;! Sis M - thank you for Ladies Conf. you probably don't even remember, but you helped bless my soul on the very deep inside. Pastor thank you for letting Sis. Leah believe in me enough to start using my work! Thank you for the prayers I know go up on a weekly basis for me alone, and helping me thru tough times! Words don't even begin to describe, when you say something that had already been on my heart! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The blog below and Sunday morning's service alone proved that!!)&lt;/span&gt; So I'm honored, blessed, and highly favored to serve the Lord with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delle&lt;/span&gt; - To my precious Delle, it is oh so bittersweet to watch you and Mooney grow and go and bless the world! I know the hearts and lives you leave imprints on will be gracious! I love you very much, and I to thank you for believing in my work enough to just let me fly with the Section 7 Youth flyers! I will never begin to try to tell of the times, that all I have to do is watch you worship &amp;amp; praise, and you bless me! I love my Delle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sue Ellen&lt;/span&gt; - my darlin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mami&lt;/span&gt; , I am so blessed to have you, my new friend in my life! I prayed a long time for some girl friends, and you came along! It's exciting to watch you grow and I know 2009 is going to be a good uplifting and healing year! I love you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt; - MUH Nik-ers! LOVE you! I know you work so much, and I'm praying so much that God will open a new door on that, because I do believe you will do great things in God once you're able! I pray for you lots and I would NOT be the same without you guh-friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To My College &amp;amp; Career Group &lt;/span&gt;- 2008 was great, but 2009 is going to be SO much greater! I know God has things in store for us, that we can barely fathom! My prayers are so deep for the group, no one will ever know! I have a passion that cannot be explained, and I'm ready to go full speed ahead and grow MORE, learn more, help heal more, and love more with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To My Church Family&lt;/span&gt; - WOW, is all I can say! If it wasn't for the church family, where would I be! I've grown to love my church family so immensely in the past 6 months, that I've grown a new love! Going to church every week, and worshiping with all of you, has been a blessing in disguise that I didn't even know was there until God brought it to light for me! I'm so blessed to worship the Lord along side you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my boss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- "Mistah Jones" if twern't fer u, I shore would not of made it thru the crazy change at work. You kept me sane, and truckin' on! I shore do hope 2009 is a great year fer us, and that you stop crashin the Jdeeerre! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(texas twang is a thang we do for those wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8834368321418471952?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8834368321418471952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8834368321418471952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8834368321418471952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8834368321418471952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful-heart.html' title='Thankful Heart'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1520600762362808492</id><published>2008-12-21T14:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:09:40.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are Not Alone - Kevin LeVar (Verse 1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I heard the news I saw you, and all you had to be goin’ thru. With a heavy heart I begin to pray, Father give them strength today. Now I know it wont be an easy hold, but you don’t have to travel it alone. We vow to stand beside you, millions are prayin' for you. but I’m gonna let you go to you tell us who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We want you to know, you are not alone. We're still prayin' for you as if it were our very own. Yeah, yeah. We can't say we know how you feel, but our love for you is real. Just know you are not alone, you're not alone. Just know you are not alone. (Oh mhmm) You're not alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(verse 2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now this may seem hard to believe, but one day you're gonna see the sun shine again, you're gonna smile again. I know that it hurts right now, and our hearts reachin' out. But I hope you can feel my love, flowin’ from all of us. We love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so full today! I'm gaining so many new things from God every single day. I know I just posted, but I found this song when I was browsing for the song in the post below, and I was like okay good song, but then I watched the video, and he had like scenes of the Hurricanes we've had this year, and like 9-11, and just scenes of despair and destruction in our world. The song is about you are not alone! I started to cry, cus even in our own church there is pain - and I want people to know they are not alone! In the bridge part ( I didn't post those lyrics its mainly adlib) but he says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you give him your pain, he'll take it away"&lt;/span&gt; over and over. Just give him your pain! You are not alone! I am here to help! I know it hurts, I know there is pain, but my heart is reaching out! This is something new the Lord is putting on my heart for 2009 is compassion. Is a new love for his people, to uplift, to build up, to love with my whole heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1520600762362808492?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1520600762362808492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1520600762362808492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1520600762362808492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1520600762362808492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/kevin-levar-you-are-not-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6052029738043587444</id><published>2008-12-21T14:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:44:53.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-Running Back To You-</title><content type='html'>And I am running back to you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SU6qMy5Hp2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xQ6kYIl1_u8/s1600-h/hand_reaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SU6qMy5Hp2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xQ6kYIl1_u8/s320/hand_reaching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282346549748672354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your standing there for me&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are opened wide&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to cry no more&lt;br /&gt;You're standing there for me and I am running back to you,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go away when I know I am no good when I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you could keep me, but I've turned it away&lt;br /&gt;I failed you so much now I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Using the same excuse that I am just a man&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you've been there and hold your nail scarred hands so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I am free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running Back to You - Commissioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this! Lord I'm running back to you! How true is it how much we turn away from God, and regardless his arms are always open for us to come back running into them. Lord I don't ever want to turn from you! I want to continue to keep running into your arms! You know what I'm going thru, you've been there before just as I have. Your nail scarred hands prove it! Now I'm free!!! I don't have to cry no more! Because you're just standing there for me! With hands wide open! Back to your peace, back to your love, back to the warm embrace that no one can replace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6052029738043587444?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6052029738043587444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6052029738043587444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6052029738043587444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6052029738043587444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-am-running-back-to-you-i-see-your.html' title='-Running Back To You-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SU6qMy5Hp2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xQ6kYIl1_u8/s72-c/hand_reaching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7304855453522507966</id><published>2008-12-15T11:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:16:11.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-HU-LAIR-IOUS-</title><content type='html'>Browsing on &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for "The Pastors Gift Guide"&lt;br /&gt;This one CRACKED me up. I think I died laughing!&lt;br /&gt;Pastor/Sis M. - Made me think of ya'll haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Mo' Bibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go into your pastor's office and there aren't at least 27 Bibles, get out. Get out immediately. By law, a pastor has to own their body weight in Bibles. Big ones, small ones, short ones, tall ones. Help them out by giving them one more this holiday season. You cannot go wrong with giving a pastor a Bible. Plus, if they respond with, "No thanks, I've already read this book," you'll know church hopping season has officially started for you. That guy is whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7304855453522507966?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7304855453522507966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7304855453522507966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7304855453522507966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7304855453522507966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/hu-lair-ious.html' title='-HU-LAIR-IOUS-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8465196080029684366</id><published>2008-12-13T00:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:37.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-Salt &amp; Light-</title><content type='html'>WOW - is all I can say about tonight's service. Bro Doug White preached, and some may think him a little out-the-box, but he really knows how to hit home. Every single time I've ever heard him preach, its hit home so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church was asked to host a Section 7 Home Missions Rally. So we did the music ect, and then Bro White got up to preach, and his focus was on "the rings" as he called it. I'm trying to find the scripture to which he was referring about the alter God made them built, with brass ect. But I'm not sure - but in my terms, how you can have God on the outside, be holy on the outside, but if you don't have that relationship with God on the inside, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture came to my mind a lot tonight during alter call;&lt;br /&gt;This is the message version - I read it a lot to help me understand more clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-9929" class="sup"&gt;Mathew 5:13-16&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;"Let me tell you why you are here. You're here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste godliness&lt;/span&gt;? You've lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-9930" class="sup"&gt;14-16&lt;/span&gt;"Here's another way to put it: You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um - WOW? lol the part that hits me is if I lose my saltiness, how will people taste godliness!! I love that - to taste godliness! I want to be that salt &amp;amp; light not only to the world, but to the people in church, my friends around me, family around me. Most think of that Isreal song "to be salt and light in the world, in the world"; so when you think of world you think of people who don't know God, but I want to be that salt &amp;amp; light to my friends in church who do know God, I don't want to hinder them, I want to help them grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO blessed tonight - I got such a hunger for my Lord again. It's already been creeping in, a lot of times in my nightime hour. But tonight just intensified it severely, I love it. No it may not always be easy, but it's SO worth it. I've got a hunger for holiness, a hunger for change, a hunger for revival in my College &amp;amp; Career group, a hunger for backslidden souls, a hunger for rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you savior &amp;amp; friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8465196080029684366?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8465196080029684366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8465196080029684366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8465196080029684366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8465196080029684366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/salt-light.html' title='-Salt &amp; Light-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8151760019641500566</id><published>2008-12-02T00:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:41:06.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>_Be the Fire Inside of Me-Until I'm One With You_</title><content type='html'>2 blogs in one day! Well its after midnight so maybe not haha....I was riding in my brothers car tonight on the way to the mall, and he had this Jesus Culture song playing called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Won't Relent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You won't relent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Until You have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My heart is Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll set You as a seal upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As a seal upon my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For there is love that is as strong as death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jealousy demanding as the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And many waters cannot quench this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come be the fire inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come be the flame upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;come be the fire inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Until You and I are one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point she sings this part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna talk about you like your not in the room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna look right at you, I wanna sing right to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that hit home - whew...I had to contain my tears, cus I was on the way to the mall. I wanted to break down and just weep. How many times do we act like God isn't even there. Like he's not in the room with me. Like he's not sitting right beside me whispering 'keep going my child'. &lt;br /&gt;And then I got to thinking about the other part - about fire....how if you touch it, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BURNS&lt;/span&gt;. It's hot, but if you put something in the fire, it almost instantly becomes one with the flames...you can't see the difference in the thing you threw in the fire, and the fire itself.....That's what I want....yes it burns...it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HURTS&lt;/span&gt;. Some day's I just want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weep&lt;/span&gt;, the fire burns.....I want him to be the fire inside of me, so all of me burns, you can't see the difference between me, this ugly flesh, and him, the burning changing flames. The beautiful part about it, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he won't relent&lt;/span&gt;, until he has it all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8151760019641500566?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8151760019641500566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8151760019641500566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8151760019641500566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8151760019641500566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-fire-inside-of-me-until-im-one-with.html' title='_Be the Fire Inside of Me-Until I&apos;m One With You_'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1352209645226340276</id><published>2008-12-01T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:07:12.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning &amp; Ending 2008'</title><content type='html'>We have this thread on AWF, about how your beginning and ending of 2008 is. I guess in regards to thanksgiving. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Started it in a semi 14ish/16, ending it in a 16/18! BAH!&lt;br /&gt;~I started it with no girlfriends. I'm ending it with several best ones.&lt;br /&gt;~I started it with being single. HA we all know the answer to this one.&lt;br /&gt;~I started it confused, and fearful about why I've been going thru what I'm going thru. I'm ending it, knowing more, trusting more, and knowing God knows what I'm going thru, even though it's still kicking my rear.&lt;br /&gt;~Started it struggling at my job, it got better mid-April, and went downhill after that...it's just within the past few weeks picked back up, and I'm not struggling with it anymore. (Well except coming in late HA which I don't think will never change no matter how much my boss picks at me haha.)&lt;br /&gt;~Started it not caring about family other then my brother, ending it knowing family is more important then anything in the world. (By family I mean, Mom, Dad, Paul, G-Parents).&lt;br /&gt;~Started it not wanting to do any ministry other then singing, ending it with singing, my severe, deep, intense, passion/burden for my College &amp;amp; Career group, doing art ect. for Kid-Zone, and doing A LOT of graphic work for the church/pastor/Section 7 Youth director, and LOVING IT! (Thanks Delle &amp;amp; Leah for believing in my work enough to give me a chance)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In everything give thanks&lt;/span&gt;, even though we go thru the things we go thru, I know that I am not alone! As my new theme states- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My clouds, My rain, My pain HAS CHANGED, your blood has made me new".&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't mean that the clouds, rain or pain is gone, it's just changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1352209645226340276?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1352209645226340276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1352209645226340276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1352209645226340276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1352209645226340276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning-ending-2008.html' title='Beginning &amp; Ending 2008&apos;'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1019631912359220218</id><published>2008-11-25T01:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:55:50.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-Love-</title><content type='html'>I want to know this deep emotion we call love. I want to know love on so deep a level I'm lost in it. In all area's of life. Being "in" love, more with Christ. Being in love, knowing love with that soul mate out there whomever he is. That love that comes with the newness of becoming a mother, holding that newborn child in my arms. Even the love that reaches so deep during loss.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sometimes may seem repetitive, but I'm learning new things everyday. Something I've always known is shown in a different light. But the ache, so deep is still the same. Something I can't explain, or do anything about but trust. Which in itself is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;I know I express things so much in song, guess that's my voice so to speak, look at the vast differences of love in these songs. So different, yet still so much the same. I wanna know that vast variety of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, Your kiss, Your grace&lt;br /&gt;To me Is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than my soul can see&lt;br /&gt;My purpose it changed&lt;br /&gt;When I called out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past has been erased&lt;br /&gt;With just one touch from you&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt;, My&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rain&lt;/span&gt;, My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has changed, Your blood has made me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Love, My Life, My All - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kirk Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here I am again, knocking at Your door&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have sinned, but please let me in&lt;br /&gt;You’re used to my mouth talking, but listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Surely You can see, I really wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chasing after You&lt;/span&gt;, I’m such a desperate man&lt;br /&gt;And if you let me catch you I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Your’s, I’m Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said this once before&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I change, but You remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing a song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because there was a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I sing to You my God my King&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Your’s, I’m Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can take Your place&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but no one ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No longer on my own, I’m never alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause You’re with me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Lord I’m Yours, Your’s, I’m Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Men of Standard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Was the best thing I ever, ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Falling In Love With Jesus - Kirk Whalum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;All to Jesus I surrender&lt;br /&gt;All to Him I freely give;&lt;br /&gt;I will ever love and trust Him,&lt;br /&gt;In his presence daily live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Surrender All - Raylene Scarrott &amp;amp; Jody McBrayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart will still be Yours always&lt;br /&gt;My dreams will be Yours forever&lt;br /&gt;I know I will find nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love (love remains)&lt;br /&gt;Love remains&lt;br /&gt;My soul will always be with You&lt;br /&gt;My eyes will always be on You&lt;br /&gt;Through it all I see, You stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love remains like an endless flame&lt;br /&gt;Through the brightest joys, the darkest pain&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love Remains - Avalon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1019631912359220218?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1019631912359220218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1019631912359220218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1019631912359220218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1019631912359220218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='-Love-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5154718938012807190</id><published>2008-11-12T02:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:17:12.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall On Your Knees</title><content type='html'>O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,&lt;br /&gt;It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.&lt;br /&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining.&lt;br /&gt;Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.&lt;br /&gt;A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,&lt;br /&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, hear the angel voices!&lt;br /&gt;O night divine, the night when Christ was born;&lt;br /&gt;O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!&lt;br /&gt;O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. I ADORE this song. As seems to be the theme these days, my favorite line of this song is "fall on your knees". Oh night divine, when our Lord was born! Fall on your knees and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt;, fall on your knees in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;, fall on your knees in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humble adoration&lt;/span&gt;. Just fall on your knees...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5154718938012807190?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5154718938012807190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5154718938012807190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5154718938012807190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5154718938012807190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-on-your-knees.html' title='Fall On Your Knees'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6557425596851503859</id><published>2008-11-07T13:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:06:45.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-Longing for More-</title><content type='html'>I've touched the hem of Your garments &lt;br /&gt;And I have felt the leading of Your hand &lt;br /&gt;But today, my eyes look much higher to see the face of the great "I am".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More of You Jesus-&lt;em&gt;Pocket Full of Rocks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how humble you have to make yourself be, to touch the hem of his garment.You have to be on your knees, with your face to the floor. To touch the hem, that drags the ground. &lt;em&gt;An amazing humble position&lt;/em&gt;. One that's not always &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; to get to. But once you get to that position, you'll feel his hand, saying "go this way, my child". You feel his hand, leading you down the correct path,and then you look up into his face, and cry out, &lt;em&gt;"More of you Jesus, more of your face".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; have more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6557425596851503859?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6557425596851503859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6557425596851503859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6557425596851503859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6557425596851503859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/11/longing-for-more.html' title='-Longing for More-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1036115516540905456</id><published>2008-10-27T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:02:06.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>_Gentle Breeze_</title><content type='html'>Feeling like a dessert, burning in teh summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;Parched and dry, I quietly cry for sweet relief to come.&lt;br /&gt;Lord you see the salt of me, its yearning for a gentle breeze. &lt;br /&gt;To bring sweet refreshing I so badly need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze from Heaven flow across my soul&lt;br /&gt;Cooling, sweet refreshing rain on me.&lt;br /&gt;Soothing spirit fill me till I overflow.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze of love bring rest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's refreshing brought a false securtity.&lt;br /&gt;Cus deep inside I thought that I could make it thru the heat.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, and now I long for gentle breezes I have known,&lt;br /&gt;to blow again and bring sweet relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed. Just what I got yesterday during church. It was lovely. And then after church is over, I check my phone there is a text from my best friend (whom stayed at home sick last night), just saying how much she loved me, wished she was there to pray for me, just wanted to hold me in her arms, and that I would make it thru this. And I cried all over again. I'm so gracious for her, her prayers, her strength that never fails me. Thank you Lord for that soul friend who knows me inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1036115516540905456?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1036115516540905456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1036115516540905456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1036115516540905456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1036115516540905456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/10/gentle-breeze.html' title='_Gentle Breeze_'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2120896990821504188</id><published>2008-10-18T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:51:33.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-Stacked Papers-</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes it just sucks when there is about only one person you can really truly express what's going on in your head and she's married. So you really can't do it as often as you need to so you just hold it in. It's like that stack of papers on your desk, that you just keep adding to, and it gets bigger and bigger, till it eventually FALLS OVER! My stack of papers has fallen over, it can't fall over anymore its fallen so much. I'M SO THRU! And I can't talk to anyone, cus nobody gets me. Or I get pity, or I get the "spiritual - God knows" talk. I don't wanna hear that. I KNOW he knows. I KNOW he's in control. But that doesn't help me when my stack of papers is falling over, for the TENTH time in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows, just what your going through.&lt;br /&gt;He cares, he cares, the Lord's gonna care for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know, he holds the future in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;when your heart has HAD ENOUGH,&lt;br /&gt;Let me say, he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know he's taking care of my future, and what's in store. But sometimes my hope cup is empty, I can't see the end. And I'm tired...so very tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2120896990821504188?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2120896990821504188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2120896990821504188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2120896990821504188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2120896990821504188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/10/stacked-papers.html' title='-Stacked Papers-'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4205775581187223489</id><published>2008-10-17T00:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:05:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints In The Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt; sings it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And helped me understand,&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was all alone,&lt;br /&gt;With so much unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there,&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And despair, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my life flash across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So many times have I been so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I, I thought I lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sorrow and despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you've been there,&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sadness and despair&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is full of&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and despair,&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4205775581187223489?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4205775581187223489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4205775581187223489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4205775581187223489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4205775581187223489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/10/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints In The Sand'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7559618575435022391</id><published>2008-10-07T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:37:59.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://dosolala.blogspot.com/2008/10/list.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sitting&lt;/strong&gt; er sorta laying in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Smelling&lt;/strong&gt; nothing, just my room smell. So maybe not nothing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Listening&lt;/strong&gt; to Just Stand Up! - The woman's cancer song created by a bunch of popular women artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drinking&lt;/strong&gt; nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Loving&lt;/strong&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dreading&lt;/strong&gt; getting up for work in the am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eagerly&lt;/strong&gt; anticipating finding that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Worrying&lt;/strong&gt; too much, too many lost, too many struggling, my heart aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Wishing&lt;/strong&gt; to find that peace and true contentment in where/who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Praying&lt;/strong&gt; that what I'm doing is in his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Grateful&lt;/strong&gt; for one set of two parents who still love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sharing&lt;/strong&gt; this blog. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it used to be invite only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy of Mrs G. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7559618575435022391?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7559618575435022391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7559618575435022391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7559618575435022391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7559618575435022391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/10/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2692430520009422286</id><published>2008-09-25T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:38:36.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>_Here I Am Lord_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SNxYrk8915I/AAAAAAAAAF0/60OO5Tlhr_w/s1600-h/reachingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SNxYrk8915I/AAAAAAAAAF0/60OO5Tlhr_w/s320/reachingout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250168771284162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness its been a month since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Been SO busy. It's nuts to look back at my blog, and read back in like May, when I was talking about being home on a Friday night with nothing to do, or being lonely on a Sunday night, because there was nobody to go out with except guys, or teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And now? HA, all these lovely people have come into our world! My darling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mami&lt;/span&gt; Sue Ellen, Courtney, Naomi, my like soul sister Nikki, the crazy cowboys Curtis and Garrett. We all hang every weekend now, practically ALL weekend long. I come to church on Sunday's tired lol cus we hang out so much. I love it. I wouldnt trade it. It's what I've been praying for, for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We've all hung out so much now, that the trust is building up. The familiarity of being comfortable with each other. It's beautiful to see that now that the trust is growing that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual trust&lt;/span&gt; comes to the surface. Even though we are all going thru SO much, that we don't even know about yet about each other, the alter calls are amazing. The tears that we shed, for one another trials without even knowing them. To watch Curtis and Garrett worship, the newness of it to them, brings a newness to a familiarity we sometimes take for granted. It's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;! To watch Sue Ellen, Courtney and Na let God in to heal the hurts, all of us don't even know about. To watch that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gentle breeze from heaven, just flow across their soul"&lt;/span&gt;. It's so wonderful. Even on a bad day, you just want to be left alone, there is that gentle nudge that no you prayed for this, accept it, even when you don't want to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I am Lord, use me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2692430520009422286?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2692430520009422286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2692430520009422286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2692430520009422286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2692430520009422286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-am-lord.html' title='_Here I Am Lord_'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SNxYrk8915I/AAAAAAAAAF0/60OO5Tlhr_w/s72-c/reachingout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5945237204312459365</id><published>2008-08-26T00:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:33:32.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Behold The Lamb</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already noticed, I relate to a lot of lyrics. Guess that's the passion of a singer in me. Found this on this guys (incredibly cute guy I might add) page on Everyone's Apostolic. I'm an avid, avid Kirk Franklin fan. Seriously I have like 6 of his cd's. If itunes had more of his older ones I'd probably have more haha, but this is on one of his Christmas cd's, and I'd NEVER heard it haha. But WOW. It's AMAZING! It's been on repeat for about the past hour haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Behold The Lamb - Kirk Franklin &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now behold the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; born into sin that I may live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Holy is the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why You love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious lamb of God (2X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Solo1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now behold the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Born into sin that I may live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He's the precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I always didn't do right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I went left, He told me to go right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm standing right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the midst of my tears, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I found You to be the Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank You for the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because of Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can finish this race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; solo2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even when I broke Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my sins tore us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm standing right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the midst of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I claim You to be the Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; New life can begin (yeah),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for You washed away, washed away every one of my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whom the Son sets free, is truly free indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I claim You to be the Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now behold the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; born into sin that I may live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why You love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why You love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why You love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why You love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; uh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; uh....oh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You love me, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You died for me, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You shed your blood for me, Jesus On Calvary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you for Being Born For Me, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For lovin' me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Never never never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For lovin' me so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you for your blood yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why you love me so, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Precious Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5945237204312459365?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5945237204312459365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5945237204312459365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5945237204312459365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5945237204312459365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-behold-lamb.html' title='Now Behold The Lamb'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-5531828538478727020</id><published>2008-08-19T01:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:35:16.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, but so far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So close, but so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Close enough for you to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you just can't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-style: italic;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_name" id="AdBriteInlineAd_name" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you can if you get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally describes how I'm feeling right now. I need to start school this semester. But I've got NO money. And NO school thats within county to be able to register for a class like NOW. Even if I did, it's so close to time, that I'd probably not be able to register anyway, cus of the DUMB TSI ASSESSMENT TEST. That WAACK test is gonna be the death of me! AGH! I actually WANT to be in school like yesterday, and all this crap is coming up in front of me preventing it.  Sigh...just bummed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-5531828538478727020?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/5531828538478727020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=5531828538478727020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5531828538478727020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/5531828538478727020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-close-but-so-far-away.html' title='So close, but so far away'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6158746816758704138</id><published>2008-08-15T01:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:21:32.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>_A Life Without You Scares Me More_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm so scared that you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All the weakness inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so scared of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That the pain I've hid will show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know you want to hear me speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I'm afraid that if I start to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll never stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As my secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have been revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every breathing moment from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I cannot hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The truth no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I let you wait too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Although it's hard and scares me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A life without you scares me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Bits of verses/bridge from Last Flight Out by Plus One. One of the hardest thing a christian lady goes thru is FEAR. Fear of being vunurable to be hurt. Fear of failure in everyones eyes. Fear of love. Fear of God and his plan, and his changes, his molding hand. God I pray, please let me fear you, but in a good way. Please help me not to fear all of the unknown, but to trust. "Although its hard and scares me so, a life without you scares me more." So fitting that line is. Although the battles I face are SO hard, a life without my Savior scares me more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6158746816758704138?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6158746816758704138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6158746816758704138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6158746816758704138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6158746816758704138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-without-you-scares-me-more.html' title='_A Life Without You Scares Me More_'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4676279067423540250</id><published>2008-08-05T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:51:19.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless, burdened, lonley</title><content type='html'>Got a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very heavily burdened about some things.&lt;br /&gt;And very lonely. My heart aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"soothing spirit fill me till I overflow,&lt;br /&gt;gently breeze of love, gentle breeze of love,&lt;br /&gt;gentle breeze of love, bring rain to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna re-do my page here soon. Got a Youth Rally flyer to work on first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4676279067423540250?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4676279067423540250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4676279067423540250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4676279067423540250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4676279067423540250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepless-burdened-lonley.html' title='sleepless, burdened, lonley'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8343965471116579782</id><published>2008-07-23T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:29:02.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8343965471116579782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8343965471116579782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8343965471116579782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8343965471116579782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-t-o-m-e.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8696464590606749741</id><published>2008-07-21T01:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:18:10.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>still up.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be exhausted in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;my head still aches. it ached all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;wont let me sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8696464590606749741?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8696464590606749741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8696464590606749741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8696464590606749741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8696464590606749741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-up.html' title='sleepless nights'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-3639742169233236459</id><published>2008-07-17T02:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:03:52.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna change my layout soon. Just gotta create something lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew - making some changes. Change is HARD. Ain't no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just deleted all my secular music from my itunes. I kept some slow old school clean songs, and like Michael Buble. But all my rap/hip hop/r&amp;amp;b, took it all off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me! This is only step 1. Of  about 1000 haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-3639742169233236459?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/3639742169233236459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=3639742169233236459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3639742169233236459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/3639742169233236459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/07/gonna-change-my-layout-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1390032619130950168</id><published>2008-07-15T01:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:37:04.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Colorstrology:::</title><content type='html'>July 23rd&lt;br /&gt;Nile Blue&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a restless spirit that craves adventure and challenge. You enjoy recognition and need to feel that you are the center of things. Love and affection are important to you. It is important for you to remain open to new opportunities and experiences. Part of your growth comes from dealing with change and unexpected occurrences. Your personal color resonates with trust and knowledge. Wearing, meditating or surrounding yourself with Nile Blue helps ease self-doubt and supports you through times of transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorstrology.com"&gt;www.colorstrology.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Colorstrology?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1390032619130950168?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1390032619130950168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1390032619130950168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1390032619130950168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/1390032619130950168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/07/colorstrology.html' title=':::Colorstrology:::'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-8243576917873446198</id><published>2008-06-12T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:35:20.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being IN His Presense is Enough</title><content type='html'>Found a new artist. Her name is Briana Scott. Her latest cd was 05' but she's gospel - its hard to find like worship songs that aren't (no offense) like white/contemporary. I have a serious black/gospel side, my music has to be like that, its more emotional to me. *shrugs* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much. I go thru phases, when all at once I blog like 4 days in a row, then I'm like okay too much, and I close back up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange mood tonight. I dunno how to describe it. Gotta get past that everyone's going farther then me. Where's my path? Soo tired of standing still. I mean I know I'm not. I know I'm slowly moving to where I need to be, but like at the same time I'm not moving in ALL of the other areas. Does that make sense? In case you haven't noticed I relate to songs - they explain what I feel/think/want/need to say lol. So here is one - that is my comfort in this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In The Presence of Jehovah" - The Martins (seriously old group I know haha, but the only version I could find I liked)&lt;br /&gt;In and out of situations&lt;br /&gt;that tug of war at me&lt;br /&gt;All day long I struggle&lt;br /&gt;for the answers that I need&lt;br /&gt;But when I come into His presence&lt;br /&gt;All my questions become clear&lt;br /&gt;And in that sacred moment&lt;br /&gt;No doubts can interfere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of Jehovah&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Troubles vanish, hearts are mended&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through His love the Lord provided&lt;br /&gt;A place for us to rest&lt;br /&gt;A place to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;In our hour of distress&lt;br /&gt;Now there's never any reason&lt;br /&gt;For you to give up in despair&lt;br /&gt;Just slip away and breathe His name&lt;br /&gt;You will surely find Him there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of Jehovah&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Troubles vanish, hearts are mended&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of Jehovah&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;Troubles vanish, hearts are mended&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of the King&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-8243576917873446198?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/8243576917873446198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=8243576917873446198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8243576917873446198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/8243576917873446198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/06/found-new-artist.html' title='Just Being IN His Presense is Enough'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-7764997767012319634</id><published>2008-06-01T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:29:44.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>- [IN] the Waiting -</title><content type='html'>I try not to talk much about being lonely but today was one of those days. It was rough - and thats putting it mildly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This morning church was good. Not like whoa something to talk about. But I got to bless the Lord and thats all that matters! Pastor was sick, so he wasn't there, and Julie's out of town. So needless to say the music was a tad off! But then after church it was just lonely! Andrea wasn't there today at all and nobody could make a decision on where to eat this morning, so I left. I was just lonely. I wanted someone to go out to eat with, sometimes the guys just kinda do there thing because other then the youth girls I'm the only girl. So I get left out. And thats rough!&lt;br /&gt;   And then tonights church just seemed to drag! Everyone just kinda was in the "Pastor's not here I'm just kinda lay low" mood. And after church we all went to Cheddar's! That was fun - but they are all so young. That's rough too! I know they all look up to me, and watch me, so I had to like control my emotions! But on the inside I just ache. I ache for that person who knows ME. You know? I know God has a plan, I know that. I do, and I pray everyday I know if it were your time I'd have him. But God this ache - it hurts Lord. Some day's I'm like hello Lord? Do you not feel this? And then I check myself and tell God sorry. But aggh!! Sigh - I'm just tired. There is a song by Greg Long - I'll list the lyrics. It's just a fraction of an explanation to what I feel some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In The Waiting" - Greg Long&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;The gift nobody longs for, still it comes&lt;br /&gt;And somehow leaves us stronger&lt;br /&gt;When it's gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;I try and pray for Your will to be done&lt;br /&gt;But I confess it's never fast enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is waiting on You&lt;br /&gt;When what I really want&lt;br /&gt;Is just to see Your hand move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I want a peace beyond my understanding&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my hurting&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel Your arms as they surround me&lt;br /&gt;And let me know that it's okay&lt;br /&gt;To be here in this place&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the peace that only comes&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Time to let it go and just believe&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in what no one else but You can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;Freedom from the fears that close me in&lt;br /&gt;When I can't get beyond where I have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;The silence doesn't mean that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can hear&lt;br /&gt;That I am still Your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-7764997767012319634?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/7764997767012319634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=7764997767012319634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7764997767012319634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/7764997767012319634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-lonely-road.html' title='- [IN] the Waiting -'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2268983276196104559</id><published>2008-05-27T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:26:19.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked &amp; Broken</title><content type='html'>I was reading a blog the other day (courtesy of Rache) and it was talking about this lady - she had just lost a child, her husband a Christian singer was out on the road, so it was just her she was driving, and God was talking to her. And he was like do you trust me? And she's like of course God I just don't get it! And God speaks to her, and tells her to throw this ceramic pitcher on the ground. So she does, and it shatters obviously, and God then says now put it back together. I'm gonna post an excerpt cus I can't quite tell it so amazingly as she did, cus it spoke to me SO much, at a dark hour the other night. I just sat and wept for like ever...It's a beautiful story and a beautiful analogy. Something I'm praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"As I was driving, God spoke to me clearly, and He asked me to do something odd.  I started thinking about this pitcher that I have in my house, and as soon as it came to mind, He told me to smash it.  I thought about the book that said to break pottery and I kind of shrugged it off, but I really felt like that's what He wanted me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God my neighbors know me well enough to not call the police when I throw a perfectly good pitcher onto my front porch at ten o'clock at night.  I watched it shatter, and I must apologize to the author of that book.  It felt great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I waited for a few moments, taking it in.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What next? &lt;/span&gt;I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, He was very clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put it back together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wanted to do was go to bed, but I felt like He was meaning now, so I gathered all the pieces together and brought them in the house.  I told Todd what was going on, and he took a look at the tiny shards of porcelain, knowing it was going to be a long night.  I went and got the hot glue gun and sat down in the kitchen.  It was hard to know where to start, but I found the lip and the handle relatively intact, and just kind of made it up as I went.  I talked to the Lord while my fingers worked, and He stayed near to me.  I would love to tell you that it was like a movie where it's all sweet and perfect, but the truth is that I glued my finger to it at one point and cut myself bloody several times.  I thought about swear words that I wanted to say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, still I kept at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as I worked, He let me think about my past.  Mistakes that I have long regretted.  I began to realize that this pitcher was my life, and every piece was part of story that He had chosen to put together.  I started crying, and remembering things I thought I had forgotten.  It took a long time to finish, but it was time well spent.  Every nook and cranny whispered to me, until at last it stood in all its imperfection.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Angie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are mended.  You are filled with my Spirit,  and I am asking you to pour yourself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The image of my life as a broken pitcher was beautiful to me, but at the same time, it was hard to look at all of the cracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran my fingers along them and told Him I wish it had been different. How I wished I had always loved Him, always obeyed Him, always sought Him the way I should.  I was mad at the imperfections, years wasted, gaping holes where it should be smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But God, my ever-gracious God, was gentle and yet convicting as He explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dearest Angie.  How do you think the world has seen me?  If it wasn't for the cracks, I couldn't seep out the way I do. I chose the pitcher. I chose you,  just as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the risk of sounding like a nutcase, I am going to make a suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find a piece of pottery, and let it shatter at your feet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take the time to be with the Lord as you piece it together again (but beware the wrath of the glue gun...).  Let Him tell you who you are, and let yourself be reminded of the grace that seals us all.  You may not know Him at all, or you may be a "flannel-board Jesus" kid.  It makes no difference.  I am praying as I type these words that He will come to you and remind you that He loves the gaps because there is the potential for more of Himself revealed in you.  Let him help you smash and rebuild his most coveted posession...you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-and-pitcher.html"&gt;http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-and-pitcher.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2268983276196104559?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2268983276196104559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2268983276196104559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2268983276196104559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2268983276196104559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/05/cracked-broken.html' title='Cracked &amp; Broken'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4528972343782768342</id><published>2008-05-24T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:41:14.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Walking!</title><content type='html'>Walked again tonight- Just got done! I walked around the block 6 times this time! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;So excited. I'm trying to do it 3 times a week! Keep your fingers crossed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and changed my layout- I created the graphic at the top! Like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4528972343782768342?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4528972343782768342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4528972343782768342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4528972343782768342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4528972343782768342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-walking.html' title='Still Walking!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-2097400567901434101</id><published>2008-05-24T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:01:48.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hometown Glory"</title><content type='html'>TOTALLY addicted to this song. It's on repeat haha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I did edit two words to something more suitable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown Glory - Adele&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking in the same way as I did&lt;br /&gt;Missing out the cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;And tutting my heel and strutting my feet&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"&lt;br /&gt;"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque&lt;br /&gt;I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the city when two worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;You get the people and the government&lt;br /&gt;Everybody taking different sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna stand it&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we are united&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we ain't gonna stand it&lt;br /&gt;Shows that we are united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh&lt;br /&gt;Round my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the people I've met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of this world&lt;br /&gt;Are the wonders of my world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-2097400567901434101?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/2097400567901434101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=2097400567901434101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2097400567901434101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/2097400567901434101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/05/hometown-glory.html' title='&quot;Hometown Glory&quot;'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-6042821421788142146</id><published>2008-05-22T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:59:31.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking - Literally and Spiritually!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOO So excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday was a lot better then Monday. Thankfully! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday night I walked around the block 5 times! Rache and I looked up the approximate length of a block. And with what the length measurements were, and me walking around it 5 times, its about 1/2 a mile. Give or take a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Wednesday night I downloaded some walking/techno music off itunes. So by tonight (Thursday) I was SO excited to walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got out there tonight and power-walked my booty off haha! The new music was GREAT motivation. It was super overcast this evening though, so since I had choir before I started about 8:05p, so I only walked around 4 times tonight! Better then none!! I'm so stoked! I thought my ankles were gonna cave tonight though haha. I know I"m gonna be aching in the morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Susie's in the office in the morning! It's Susie/Jenn catch up day! I'm so stoked! I haven't seen her in over 2 weeks! We've talked here and there, but not caught up! Annnd she has my presents from when she was in D.C. the first week, and Mexico last week! Yay!! Presents! I love presents!! So we'll see how long my Friday is! And I'm gonna walk again tomorrow night! I don't have anything to do yet so unless someone calls up (which is doubtful haha) I'm gonna walk again! And try to go SIX times!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday I've GOT to clean my room. Seriously its atrocious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday night in College &amp;amp; Career class we talked on repentance. But kinda delved into it. It was very very good. I was very proud of Keith - he kinda helped class get involved in a way. It was the most open class we've had since they all took over, and in my opinion it was the best class we've had so far! It was very warm, open, and inviting.  No judgment for what we had to say. And we learned some different scriptures on repentance, and how to show someone who doesn't know Christ why we need it! I liked it. I felt like I for once actually learned something and grew! Soo excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-6042821421788142146?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/6042821421788142146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=6042821421788142146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6042821421788142146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/6042821421788142146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/05/walking-literally-and-spiritually.html' title='Walking - Literally and Spiritually!'/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4487156609899676182</id><published>2008-05-19T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:20:36.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So like had issues all day. sigh. it was an emotional, crazy day.work and non-work related.Well - I'm supposed to punch in at work. I forget, the first like 6-8 months of my job, I didn't, I tracked what I worked, and then when I went to input pharmacist payroll I just input my own. Well obviously I shouldn't of really been doing that. So I was supposed to start clocking in and out. I did it for a while, then I wouldn't, then I would. Its a hard habit to remember to do, when your not used to doing it. Well I wrote down my hours everyday last week, and input them on Friday.  Shouldn't of done that. I didn't think about it, whatever, well Mike (the DM in training who nobody likes-just creepy) called me out on it, got the store manager downstairs to check my time sheet, they even checked the cameras to see if my time entered was the same as when I actually showed up. I mean seriously, if I was gonna jack time I would of done it along time ago when i started entering my own payroll. I've worked for CVS 6 1/2 years.I mean really.....So he wrote me up...well this morning I didn't even think about it, Susie asked me (she's back from Mexico btw) if I entered it last week. I said no, cus I didn't even think about it.Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. So I'm just waiting on her wrath when she finds out I didn't tell her the truth. Yea- which I mean I don't care that I got wrote up, I just didn't even think about it when I told her I didn't punch them in. She's my boss - she's who I just tell everything to I'm her right hand, in ALL of our/her faults She's an amazing boss. I missed her while she was out. So I'm afraid of what its gonna do. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then secondly, I have about 3 best friends on the work side, like GOOD ones. well 2 of them, have been "talking" for about 2 1/2 months maybe? Like both of them they only tell work stuff anything to me, we just trust each other you know? Well they were both afraid to tell me, cus they thought it would upset me.  So like I find out they are serious about each other and havent told me. So like I wasn't upset, just kinda hurt that they thought of me so highly but couldn't tell me that. And like at the same time, I absolutly LOVE both of them to death. Derrick and I flirted when he and I first met, if I had of let it, it could of gone somehwere, but I know better, so like we got past that stage and became really good friends. I didnt evne like him like that anymore seriously. I've known him longer then I've known Monica. Monica is the one in the picture on AWF lol. She's my boo- we call each other boo. I KNOW she's searching, she's on my heart constantly. And she knows I'm pentecostal, knows what I believe cus her ex (who she still lives with conveniently) is a backslider. And she's got some health issues arising and shes like I dunno I just want to know my life is worth it. And I know she's hungry, I can like feel it. I just dunno how to reach out to her, I invite her to church often but she hasnt' come yet! So like I'm happy they want to be together and stuff, but at the same time if they end bad I'm stuck in the middle cus I love both of them lol. So anyways this was my crazy emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I wake up tomorrow and it is worse then today I'm gonna just like break down and have a cry. And who knows what else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4487156609899676182?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4487156609899676182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4487156609899676182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4487156609899676182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4487156609899676182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-like-had-issues-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-4598071004554344005</id><published>2007-11-23T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:57:24.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Omg! Now I remember why I dont come to family events. Don't get me wrong, I'd do ANYTHING for my Grandparents, but everyone else? Nope sorry. If you know me, you know I dont take crap from people, I say what I'm thinking even if I shouldn't or keep my mouth shut. That's why Sondra and I are such good friends :) Although she's getting much better at it then I. But my uncle is SO rude. Seriously, nothing in the world is good enough, not even his wife my Aunt Nana. He's rude to everyone and it's only about him. I swear every single event we have family wise someone ends up talking back to him, usually me cus I cant stand the crap everyone takes from him. It's stupid, I'm sorry but he's not gonna walk all over me. I DONT do that....Ugh okay I'm done, cus I'm letting him win by even ranting about it. Whatever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-4598071004554344005?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/4598071004554344005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=4598071004554344005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4598071004554344005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139402333377730043/posts/default/4598071004554344005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-now-i-remember-why-i-dont-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-Jennifer-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396384753124802422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1O_9TeCuTs/SfzZUTRxQYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7gat86PHTos/S220/_TAC0638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139402333377730043.post-1296348930063675692</id><published>2007-09-04T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:08:42.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ever wonder what it'd be like to go back and change something? Take back a relationship you started? Or take back a decision you made? I mean don't get me wrong, I think you make mistakes sometimes to learn something you needed to learn, but there are other ones I think you make unintentionally. Make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wow, I've just had a rush of emotions hit. A rush of memories with an old friend. I miss it. All of it. Nobody will understand. But about two people. Weird isn't it? How some people understand, and other's don't? It's like the people who understand just choose to trust what you feel, say, while other's are like that's a fairy tale. Why are you saying that. Anyways.. Guess this is all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Au Revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139402333377730043-1296348930063675692?l=thejennifa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejennifa.blogspot.com/feeds/1296348930063675692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139402333377730043&amp;postID=1296348930063675692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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