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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/S_QkiSYlp_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/3pN2mYsD4fc/s1600/STA71540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/S_QkiSYlp_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/3pN2mYsD4fc/s400/STA71540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473039618631116786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/S_QjPGcyydI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zGm3e2gV9Ws/s1600/STA71540.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit amongst the trees&lt;div&gt;which cry out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and upon the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which fades and withers like I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something deep within me crys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that is within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise his holy name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every root and fiber &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every last ounce of my being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless his name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has renewed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has caused me to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has made me soar on wings like eagles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows my frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows where i have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he remembers the pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which he met me in and carried me from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he understands the parts of me that I try to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naked i came and naked i will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his knowledge and depth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are a beauty which causes me to bless him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bless the Lord all my deepest parts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may my heart be constantly full of praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if all is lost, burned, and destroyed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may this never depart me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may this longing never run dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may this desire never be quenched by another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may I never lose sight of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him who has saved me and caused me to be found in him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In him, by Him, and through him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless the Lord all that is within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise his holy name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-7655997011196797824?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7655997011196797824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=7655997011196797824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was a sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;known as this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;full of desperation and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she cleansed his feet with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anointed his feet with ointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not worthy of touching his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she wiped his feet clean with her hair and kissed them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is near to the broken hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she disrupted the religious to be with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in response to this woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who was dirty, unworthy and a sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he gazed upon her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He acknowledged her touch, kiss, anointing, and presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you've done a lot of wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but your heart knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see all of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you sins, all of them, have been forgiven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go in peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-4520852353726219874?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4520852353726219874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4520852353726219874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4520852353726219874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4520852353726219874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-of-city-came-to-house-where-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;crave this once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;in my thirst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;help me drink of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;give my lips a sweet experience of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;open my eyes to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to be drawn to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to look for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and to be fixed upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;as a sweet lover who satisfies your cravings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;as one whom i experience and look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i pray i would crave nothing above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;your graciousness oh Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;may my eyes become blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to all that takes my sight from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;may all who are wearied and heavy burdened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;taste and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and in craving know&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/2947556346486695357-4206527072385495777?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4206527072385495777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4206527072385495777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SsrAgbVmiDI/AAAAAAAAANE/x2EDEQMcxzE/s1600-h/P9040315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SsrAgbVmiDI/AAAAAAAAANE/x2EDEQMcxzE/s320/P9040315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389331567428929586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you wander in fear and paranoia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he sees you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as you wait in depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he sees you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as you sit waiting to see light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he sees you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in slavery and shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in sin and wages deserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he sees you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where have you come from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abuse, abandon, shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moments that will never be forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people who said they loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the deceiving pursuit of self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drugs, alcohol, relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sting of the past is where I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ask the same question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm learning and growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeking to know the will of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one who intends good to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please continue to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with every step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teach me you know and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that was and is to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-2176137433452526232?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2176137433452526232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SioHfh7YjpI/AAAAAAAAALs/4mEmNe0yH4Q/s1600-h/P5180005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SioHfh7YjpI/AAAAAAAAALs/4mEmNe0yH4Q/s320/P5180005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344092146093297298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recent travels. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Me, Claire, and Jen Lou who just moved to Ny from SF it was fun to see her! Vancouver, BC one of the most beautiful cities I have seen, with great desparity. Markings of our friends and their time in Portland, OR. the Stage in Seattle was a great spot to find friends old and new. One of the many old beautiful brinck buildings in Boston, MA. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;ompkins park NYC where a lot of traveling kids hang out. It has been a good season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; of travel and its nice to be home!&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/2947556346486695357-6297115138121684026?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6297115138121684026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=6297115138121684026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/6297115138121684026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/6297115138121684026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2009/06/recent-travels.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SioKyNs6MoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WWV3-xSD2tY/s72-c/P5180016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-365056513901821901</id><published>2009-05-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:35:13.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SgH0Yw6D0dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4CZLik8rGZk/s1600-h/P4290136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SgH0Yw6D0dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4CZLik8rGZk/s320/P4290136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812140065837522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;from the ground we come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the ashes we fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the cracks we break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the depths we are brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from despair we are saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from wounds we are healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to love we are brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to mercy we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to grace we now live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to beauty we are given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the outcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the wanderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the disillusioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for those who fall short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and continue to see how short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;through his power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;through his resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;through his pursuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;through his holding of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and burying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;through this fulfillment we live&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/2947556346486695357-365056513901821901?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/365056513901821901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SgH0Yw6D0dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4CZLik8rGZk/s72-c/P4290136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-2299437551639603889</id><published>2009-03-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:14:16.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deliverance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope for my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which has been longing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a breath of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it came to deep parts of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acknowledged and spoken into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your Spirit broke through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and caused tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when nothing else was adequate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears fell, expressing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than any words could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer have to lay in defeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of an enemy that holds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to lies that have no power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need my response to be different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calling on a God who has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put his shield of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his righteousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and secured me in his salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and offers me truth to defend against lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has brought me peace which carries me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever my feet shall your peace follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has given me faith which protects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his Spirit inside which penetrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all these things I'm found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet the defeated enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continues to come hard to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through means far beyond my control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeking to defeat and destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has come to steal, kill, and destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through ways I wouldn't expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything to pull me from abundant life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a life which is free and secure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as things continue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me to see your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as bigger and victorious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing escapes you or is to great for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the great victor whom walks with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-2299437551639603889?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2299437551639603889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=2299437551639603889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the never ending kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the king came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not in power or might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not by force or storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but surprisingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to a virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;who was betrothed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;an angel came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and spoke of a Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that would make this possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and she believed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;believed that this king could be conceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;inside of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;scoffed and shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the king was coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dejected and without explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the king was coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God walked her into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gently bringing his kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to a place that desperately needs it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pain and sorrow were had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to bring this kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pain and sorrow were had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to make a way into this kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a way has been made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;into this kingdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that never ends for those whom he loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2947556346486695357-6702875632111159908?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-4817476763614857648</id><published>2008-12-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:41:43.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;invisible prisoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;he came to set captives free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;free from bars that may go unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;bars that are true for all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;they are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and hold undefinable things inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;bars that go unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;yet weigh on the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Christ came to set us free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;the hope of freedom one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;what about now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;the making new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;setting free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;working through his Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;the active present tenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;now i must believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;he has destroyed these bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;not remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;or believing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;help me Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;the gate is open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I only see bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;change my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm no longer a captive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;to this mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2947556346486695357-4817476763614857648?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4817476763614857648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4817476763614857648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4817476763614857648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4817476763614857648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/captivity.html' title='Captivity'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-4316159257779100062</id><published>2008-10-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:46:35.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SO7sKCTO4tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rDmSyf6Dzgg/s1600-h/20080418-IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SO7sKCTO4tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rDmSyf6Dzgg/s200/20080418-IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255397472348332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my hearts process of birth&lt;div&gt;there has been this idea of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being grown and nurtured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and has been formed in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ready for this to be met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ready for people to meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this thing that is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which can define itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that has been forming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and greatly contributing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i denied its existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet its crowning with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please don't be misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've been formed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautifully and uniquely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've known this part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for caring for this neglected place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for preserving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that which i forgot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tried to kill off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the giver of true life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birth in me that which is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and continue this process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wait in expectation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-4316159257779100062?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4316159257779100062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4316159257779100062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4316159257779100062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4316159257779100062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-me.html' title='in me'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SO7sKCTO4tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rDmSyf6Dzgg/s72-c/20080418-IMG_0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-6468600951057074250</id><published>2008-09-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:47:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SN_7ZuI5iPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MsKeePAgC3c/s1600-h/P9130610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SN_7ZuI5iPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MsKeePAgC3c/s200/P9130610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192109837945074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out the window&lt;div&gt;rests lush plants and life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you feel this place all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its quiet and sticky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet their are many lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody is known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they bow and look down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;education is the cure all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pride and respect maintained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole different world exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that inside of a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their likes and dislikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their joys and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their dreams and sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but pride and tradition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maintain and preserve order &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when hearts are woken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and questions raised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maintain what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is you who can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and who will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake us from our sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all cannot be maintained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we are exposed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the inside is seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you maintain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you bring new order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a new way of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-6468600951057074250?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6468600951057074250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=6468600951057074250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/6468600951057074250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/6468600951057074250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/09/other-side-of-world.html' title='the other side of the world'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SN_7ZuI5iPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MsKeePAgC3c/s72-c/P9130610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-4725414937933095972</id><published>2008-06-30T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:31:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SGleukhWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vwky9HYIF3E/s1600-h/P6220334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SGleukhWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vwky9HYIF3E/s200/P6220334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217805797455954818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;as we sit amongst the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that brings life to this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;as we connect on the concrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that has been a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a stop on the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is it in the gentleness of a voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or the abruptness of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the touch in your present state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or simply in our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or is it spelled all over my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he is more able then I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I because of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pieces of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;despite these you see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;do you know what you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;him who is able and greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he reveals himself in our frames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;see him not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he alone is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-4725414937933095972?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4725414937933095972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4725414937933095972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4725414937933095972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4725414937933095972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/06/him.html' title='him'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SGleukhWA4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vwky9HYIF3E/s72-c/P6220334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-7855180686984254998</id><published>2008-06-13T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:34:31.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Come, behold the works of the Lord, how he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;has brought desolations on the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he breaks the bow and shatters the spears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he burns the chariots with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will be exalted in the earth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Lord of hosts is with us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Psalm 46:8-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;reflections. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;be still my child. . . still as a sleeping baby. . . a tree untouched by the wind. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;be still as the distractions melt away. . . as the tensions of the mind find ease. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is it easier to know when I am still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stillness reflects a posture of humility- being still with open hands as releasing all things to him who is able and trustworthy. Recognizing that he is God. He will be exalted among the nations and in the earth.  It is God who moves and allows us to rest and be still in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does stillness bring perspective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-7855180686984254998?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7855180686984254998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=7855180686984254998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/7855180686984254998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/7855180686984254998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/06/stillness.html' title='stillness'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-2719769025157606761</id><published>2008-05-29T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:11:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SD9GAbyjUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fkOdWHmiDCw/s1600-h/20080418-IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SD9GAbyjUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fkOdWHmiDCw/s320/20080418-IMG_0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205956667537314466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people leave&lt;div&gt;their on a journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they stop for whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my heart grows fond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forget they leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is ok to be sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm reminded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some plant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and God grows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss them when they are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-2719769025157606761?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2719769025157606761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=2719769025157606761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/2719769025157606761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/2719769025157606761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-leave-their-on-journey-they-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SD9GAbyjUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fkOdWHmiDCw/s72-c/20080418-IMG_0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-8365313029071547824</id><published>2008-05-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:49:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SCeDqwKO3cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/teUvEUC2pXw/s1600-h/P4160200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SCeDqwKO3cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/teUvEUC2pXw/s200/P4160200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199269065328090562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that which never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;brings sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i made it what i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SCeCewKO3aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vzjaf-CxKHA/s200/P4160200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199267759658032546" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and it left me sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the perceived world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leaves one end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;desperate for what i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;left sad by the way things are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;show me what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as to spare this sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;over things i wished were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bring to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that which is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and far beyond what i perceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&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/2947556346486695357-8365313029071547824?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8365313029071547824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=8365313029071547824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8365313029071547824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8365313029071547824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-made-that-which-never-was-brings.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/SCeDqwKO3cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/teUvEUC2pXw/s72-c/P4160200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-1432295339073202891</id><published>2008-04-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:35:18.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mydreamwedding.ca/wp-content/uploads/image/Maggie/CalaLily5_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.mydreamwedding.ca/wp-content/uploads/image/Maggie/CalaLily5_L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a little girl i shiver&lt;div&gt;arms wrapped tightly around my legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears flooding my eyes as i lay my head down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the light breaks forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i seeing things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried to make this happen before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried to light the way out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exhausted by my efforts to keep the flame going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i retract, sit, cry, and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking that hope is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the darkness is thick and heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ray of light seems small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i trust it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will it lead out of this place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what will happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will it hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will it be better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does hope exist in this light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oddly comforted by the darkness i remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faintly remembering the promises of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step out and risk the goodness of the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be released into light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to break free of this dark place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which entangles gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tangles unknown will be exposed through light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've seen the goodness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't trust it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i slowly get up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stiffened by time and deeply effected by this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i crawl towards the hope of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will it remain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exhausted i come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in need of much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guide and release me from this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i don't trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-1432295339073202891?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1432295339073202891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=1432295339073202891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/1432295339073202891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/1432295339073202891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture.html' title='a picture'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-3612507749128692424</id><published>2008-03-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:33:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>if tears were pearls i would lack&lt;div&gt;yet on that day i would be greatly adorned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if my tears had words what would they say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would they express all that i wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or expose the hurt that runs deep in my soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustrated at my lack of total persuasion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i weep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desiring to know and believe without a moments lapse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i weep with eyes looking into mine bearing my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love abounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the darkest moments when hurt is all i feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love abounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i remember the way it felt once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love abounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, i trust, i forget, yet you remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustrated perhaps by a need that will always exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday there is an offer, to come to this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when these things connect tears form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying out in a way that is deep and raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you surround me in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expressing my heart in a way that only tears can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i weep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but your love always abounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a poem about the place i feel like God is bringing me through.  a place that is uncomfortable and challenges much of me and what i know, but desiring to engage this place to grow in my understanding of his unfailing love.  Praise Jesus for his continual grace in my life.  His patience in my small scope of understanding and his desire to bring me past this and into a place of restoration and deeper understanding.  A place where I can know his love more and live resting in this understanding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-3612507749128692424?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3612507749128692424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=3612507749128692424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/3612507749128692424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/3612507749128692424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/03/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-49849550151942412</id><published>2008-02-22T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:20:08.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R78V32-9axI/AAAAAAAAADo/45l20iCIBVQ/s1600-h/P1280038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R78V32-9axI/AAAAAAAAADo/45l20iCIBVQ/s320/P1280038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169874946641193746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;matthew 5:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was recently on a solitude retreat and I read this verse.  I have never before thought and weighed the words of Jesus in this passage.  When i think and reflect on the word poor i think of dependency, great need, and recognition of that which cannot be  provided in themselves.   Blessed, Jesus says, are those that are poor in spirit.  The poor in spirit are those that are desperate.  Those that have searched the ways of their own heart and seen their great inability mend the wonunds.  In their own Spirit they see their poverty.  They are unable to satisfy their great need for Jesus.  Recognizing their need to be rescued from their sin and destitute without the mercy and grace offered through Jesus Christ.  They will receive the kingdom of God.  Those that see their poverty and desperation for Jesus to come and make whole that which is broken and in need of much.  It is necessary of me to see how desperate I am before our Savior-  this is a posture of humility that God desires in his kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the kingdom of God the greatest is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;matthew 18:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Whoever receives this child in my name receives me, and whoever receives me receives him who sent me.  For he who is least among you all is the one who is great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;luke 9:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If anyone would be first, he must be last of all and servant of all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mark 9:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my flesh I rebel against this idea of being in need.  But it is through the grace and mercy of Jesus Christ that the blind are made to see.  This is a posture and an attitude that I desire to recognize constantly in my own life.  In a culture where the least are overlooked it is an incredible idea to wrap my mind around that Jesus desire us to see our great need and poverty for a Savior and those that are last will be first.  It is in this that we will grow into the love of God and our lives will be forever change because of this truth.  I pray that God would constantly remind me of my need and praise him for the mercy that he has provided throught Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-49849550151942412?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/49849550151942412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=49849550151942412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/49849550151942412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/49849550151942412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R78V32-9axI/AAAAAAAAADo/45l20iCIBVQ/s72-c/P1280038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-8456000184819821508</id><published>2008-01-25T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:14:40.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>it seemed to happen as i was sitting there&lt;br /&gt;her tears quickly replaced her words&lt;br /&gt;every tear that fell echoed on the hallow earth&lt;br /&gt;she is tired, frustrated, and without hope&lt;br /&gt;she gave up everything for this life&lt;br /&gt;this life and relationship that she thought would be different&lt;br /&gt;it was all at once that her heart and her wounds were exposed&lt;br /&gt;it was broken before me the pain was bare&lt;br /&gt;unable to pretend the wounds were not there&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;i desired to speak and make it well&lt;br /&gt;silence fell upon me&lt;br /&gt;but what my heart felt is unspeakable&lt;br /&gt;i saw her preciousness, her woundedness&lt;br /&gt;her desire for hope&lt;br /&gt;her questions wondering if life would ever be different&lt;br /&gt;the pieces of her heart said it all&lt;br /&gt;i found silence&lt;br /&gt;knowing my words and offerings would not do&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the restoration that she hopes for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-8456000184819821508?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8456000184819821508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=8456000184819821508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8456000184819821508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8456000184819821508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-5933187577433444840</id><published>2008-01-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:38:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kingdom eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R3_YgMA8wyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b_Emk_VRKM4/s1600-h/P9280003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R3_YgMA8wyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b_Emk_VRKM4/s400/P9280003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152074546227757858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children wading in water that was running from the trash mountain in efforts to clean their treasures.  Homes established with cardboard and the floor of the earth.  Age 40 is all that is expected if life isn't stolen by disease or disaster first.  Families trying to survive on that which they could spare from the mountain of garbage.  No running water and no electricity.  Squatting around the filth and waste in hopes of having a life that is better.  Seeking freedom from this financially broken place to provide and survive                                                                                                             as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the park is unspeakable.  If you looked closely at night in the bushes you would find homes.  Going to bed in fear of attack, flood, or being ticketed for being in this place.   Waking up to every rat scurrying and branch snapping with fear gripping their hearts.  Some sell, most buy, yet others live and breath in this place with no addiction to hide behind.  Wondering where your next meal will come from or what to do when the big rain storm hits.  This is the idea of ultimate "freedom" for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fenced in, gated around, and hiding in our homes.  The scars and defects of this life are painted over.  This is a dream for so many people to be protected by this place.  Needs of people are easily tucked behind walls and shoved behind closed doors.  You work hard, provide the best you can for your family, and live this life that is expected of you thinking that this is the only way.  Things seem good and very ideal, yet the issues beneath the surface are undefined and ignored as if they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These places seem so different at first glance.  The lifestyles, issues, diseases, context, culture, and realities of these places are very unique.  One thing that I was challenged with when I first came to this city (SF) was to see with eyes that were not my own.  To see what Jesus sees on these streets and in the park and to have kingdom eyes.  It is hard to remove the lens that have defined my eyes for so long  but slowly God is stripping them from me and allowing me to see so much more then those things that I have listed and described.  It is easy to see one place and claim that it is easier and more attractive to be in then another.  Going from once place to another it is easy and I may be quick to judge that which is on the outside and seems to define a place.  Whether I am in North Dakota, San Francisco, or the Philippines.  I see my sin in this and I am praying that God would continue to bring me from this place and give me kingdom eyes.  While I was back home for a couple of weeks I prayed that God would give me eyes to see beyond that which is on the surface.  That he would give me eyes that gaze upon his kingdom and this world from that perspective.  I think that themes are a good thing and I see a few that have come up this year thus far in my learning.  One is needs.  We all have them and many of them are different then the next persons, yet there is one that is true and consistent that dwells under the surface and the circumstances of the place we live in.  The same struggles, addictions, pains, sorrows, joys, hurts, and fears can exist in all of these places that seem so different when we look from the outside.  I love diversity and the adventure of discovering, being a part of, and experiencing a new place.  However I feel like the more I think and process the places that I have been one thing is the same wherever I go.  People need Jesus.  We are all dealing with and working through pain and junk in our lives.  We are all in need of a Savior that can redeem us from this place and ourselves.  This need is played out differently in people's lives, but it is there and God desires to break through these places.  I pray that God would continue to shape my heart and to refocus my eyes to see his hand in these places and to be attentive to his kingdom as he brings it more into focus in the places I live.&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/2947556346486695357-5933187577433444840?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5933187577433444840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=5933187577433444840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/5933187577433444840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/5933187577433444840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/kingdom-eyes.html' title='kingdom eyes'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/R3_YgMA8wyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b_Emk_VRKM4/s72-c/P9280003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-1294437807337981640</id><published>2007-12-04T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:07:47.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This past Saturday I went to my favorite store to this big sale.  They had really neat stuff for really cheap it seemed like it was going to be wonderful.  When I got there I found myself frustrated.   This is really the first time since I have been here that I have experienced this kind of emotion for these specific reasons.  Perhaps the first time that I had considered my income and the lifestyle that I have chosen for myself.  I have thought about it before but it has never had this affect on me.  I don't like shopping or really anything that resembles it but there are a few stores that I enjoy and desire to own many things from.  This happens to be one of those store and I was standing there looking at really neat things that I would love to own but at this moment in my life I could not use or justify owning them.   I was frustrated that there were people all around me shopping and buying nice things that I wanted but frankly couldn't afford and truthfully didn't need.   As a processed through this later I realized that my life would not be different because of these things.  These things do not define who I am or what my life is going to look like.  It is also good to be reminded that all that is mine and in this world is God's.  Through the emotions that I experienced I realized something.  That my life and circumstances have been purposed to make me more like Jesus.  My circumstances living in San Francisco, among the poor, in a intentional community, supported financially by others, single, and young are all things that God has intended to be a part of my life at this point.  I feel like God has brought me hear and provided for me in order to grow in my understanding or him and see how ministry flows from this source regardless of life's circumstances.  All of these things and the circumstances in life that are on the horizon are intended by the grace of God to make me more like Jesus.  I can find rest in this truth. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        "And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called                 according to his purpose.  For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;         Romans 8:28,29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;These words give me hope.  Even if there are moments when I wish things were different , even if it is as silly as owning stuff, I can remember that God has intended the events of my life to make me more like him. This process, sanctification, of making me more like Jesus ultimately brings God glory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is so amazing to see the way that God is teaching me about issues and struggles in my own life in the midst of ministry on the streets.  I am so thankful that in  these struggles that God is working not only to change my heart but he is also at work around me and in the lives of people that I seek to build relationships with.  God is capable of being glorified and bringing people to himself through the learning process that this life can be.  Praise be to God. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name. . ."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 29:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2947556346486695357-1294437807337981640?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1294437807337981640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=1294437807337981640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/1294437807337981640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/1294437807337981640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2007/12/circumstances.html' title='circumstances'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-2891322448721712152</id><published>2007-11-18T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:21:50.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>i have lived much of my life without understanding pain&lt;br /&gt; the diversity and effects saturate lives&lt;br /&gt; there is nothing that can prevent it&lt;br /&gt; it is what we relate from&lt;br /&gt; communicate from&lt;br /&gt; and perceive our world from&lt;br /&gt; it goes unthought of and forgotten&lt;br /&gt; to invite it into our thinking is dangerous&lt;br /&gt; it has much potential&lt;br /&gt; will we find ourselves slaves&lt;br /&gt; or sweetly liberated from the chains?&lt;br /&gt;does this ability come from within&lt;br /&gt; to face demons of abandonment, addiction, rape,&lt;br /&gt; abuse, fear, hurt, worthlessness, selfishness, pride,&lt;br /&gt; lust, and expectations. . . life&lt;br /&gt; which produce pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; who has offered us liberation&lt;br /&gt; who has promised to release us from this bondage&lt;br /&gt; to love us despite and in the midst of these monsters&lt;br /&gt; when we are wounded, broken, and desperate&lt;br /&gt; who looks at us with eyes of compassion&lt;br /&gt; that penetrate every thread of our pain&lt;br /&gt; who embraces us gently whispering&lt;br /&gt; you are more than your pain&lt;br /&gt; you are loved as you are&lt;br /&gt; a life was exchanged to free you from the death of pain&lt;br /&gt; now we can be new&lt;br /&gt; knowing that pain exists&lt;br /&gt; looking it in the eye&lt;br /&gt; while embracing him who brings liberation&lt;br /&gt; sweetly liberated from this bondage&lt;br /&gt; and invited into so much more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-2891322448721712152?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2891322448721712152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=2891322448721712152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/2891322448721712152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/2891322448721712152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2007/11/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-8430609367881558913</id><published>2007-10-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:43:56.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RyVVTod7o4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jfqe9SiF7Vo/s1600-h/PA210006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126597546600014722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RyVVTod7o4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jfqe9SiF7Vo/s200/PA210006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I sign on this blog to write I feel stuck. All of my experiences seem impossible to describe. This frustrates me so much because I so desire to communicate these things to people, but it is hard. I would love to go into detail about the lives and the stories of the people that I have met and about the ways that I have been broken and seen Jesus working. It is hard to take all of these experiences and assign words to them in hopes that it will communicate the depths and degrees of the things I have felt.  Perhaps by sharing what I am learning these other things will come to light as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knows how long he will be here? He loves the parties and the drugs on Haight. Last night he was lying on the naked ground with intense back pain from the acid trip he was on and said that he loved it. He loves it, what is it? The back pain that masks that pain which has defined his life? I don't understand, but my heart breaks for my friend. Jesus is the only one who can restore a broken heart and I pray for restoration in my friend's life. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was abandoned has a child. He moved from place to place all over in the system. He has been on the streets since he was 19. Now at age 42 he looks back and tells me that this was a long time and these things don't matter anymore. Looking in his eyes and being drawn to his pain that was and is from a long time ago that resonates loudly makes me see the relevance of these events. Now he is in housing and has hopes and dreams of what life could be even though it would seem that most of it was stripped away from him. Jesus is the only one who can restore a broken heart and I pray for restoration in my friend's life. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life outwardly may have looked very different from these friends of mine but our condition was much the same. I was looking for life and putting my hope in that which would never satisfy. Sin was ruling my life and the pain that this caused was brushed under the rug. God slowly broke the cisterns that I created to hold the burden of this life. I was broken and wanting more then the broken cisterns I was left with. Jesus is the only one who restored my broken heart and I pray that he would continue to restore my heart and be glorified in my life. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jesus shows pity to those who have nothing to claim but desperation. He is moved by a desperate cry for help. What is the message to us? Our God is not moved by the deeds that we trophy, but by desperation that we acknowledge as our own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryan Chapell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As hard as it is for me to communicate my thoughts and experiences God has clearly communicated this wonderful truth to me. That we are all desperate for Jesus and the restoration that comes from being in relationship with him. Regardless of the exterior our hearts long to be made new and Jesus hears the cries of the desperate. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-8430609367881558913?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8430609367881558913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=8430609367881558913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8430609367881558913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/8430609367881558913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2007/10/every-time-i-sign-on-this-blog-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RyVVTod7o4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jfqe9SiF7Vo/s72-c/PA210006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-4125088130577406570</id><published>2007-10-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:14:15.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RwrtlI1pQ5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xGln1v3mTts/s1600-h/DSC04652[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119165148743418770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RwrtlI1pQ5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xGln1v3mTts/s320/DSC04652%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have officially been in San Francisco for two weeks! the picture here is my team that I am living with, making community with, and serving with. They are neat people that love Jesus and have loved me well I am so thankful for them. the time has gone fast and i have experience a lot of neat and very hard things since I have been here.  yesterday we went to an area of the city called the Tenderloin, there are different stories for how it got its name, but this is a huge area in the city where hard drugs exist and a lot of homeless people live. We got a tour of this neighborhood from a friend of ours. it is right in the downtown area there were people living all over the sidewalks.  i don't know their stories but many of them have probably been homeless for years and are very strung out on drugs. it is one of the saddest places i have ever been. Ironically enough there is every service offered in this neighborhood. It is possible to receive health care, 3 warm meals a day, and a place to stay. Even with all of these services present the need was still huge. i have never seen the affects of substance addiction so clearly before.  these services do not cure the addiction problem that is destroying so many people's lives in the TL. even in a place where these things are available people are suffering and being tormented by addiction. something is still missing form the picture and that is Jesus. Jesus is the one that brings freedom and healing to wounded hearts.  this causes me to reflect on my own life and the things that God has saved me from and is sparing me from.  i not have been laying next to them or passed out in the gutter with the same addictions eating away at my life.  there may still be suffering in this life but he offers freedom and hope that this destruction will end someday.  this brings me great hope and joy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today (Monday) we had our weekly pancakes party in golden gate park. every Monday morning we bring coffee and make pancakes for our friends and those that are hungry in the park. it was neat today it was my first time being there and it was fun to see people gather to eat and come together for conversation. it has been a little overwhelming meeting a ton of new people but this was very relaxing and enjoyable. I learned the wonderful art of playing chess, it was fun! hopefully i can remember so i can play again with a little more strategy! there is more transitioning for me to do and a lot for me to learn but i am excited that God will teach me in the process and that i can be a part of what he is doing in San Francisco! I am learning that the process of building a friendship does not change with context and that my soon to be friends have stories and lives that I want to be a part of as i invite them to be a part of mine. thanks for reading, supporting, and praying for me and this year in the city! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2947556346486695357-4125088130577406570?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4125088130577406570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=4125088130577406570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4125088130577406570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/4125088130577406570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-officially-been-in-san-francisco.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/RwrtlI1pQ5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xGln1v3mTts/s72-c/DSC04652%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2947556346486695357.post-3513072311295229082</id><published>2007-09-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:13:46.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in San Francisco. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_HKaDvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EPKMLfK87V8/s1600-h/P9250006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328981629549986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_HKaDvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EPKMLfK87V8/s320/P9250006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_HqaDvbI/AAAAAAAAABU/jEM0tC4VXnk/s1600-h/P9250007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328990219484594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_HqaDvbI/AAAAAAAAABU/jEM0tC4VXnk/s320/P9250007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_H6aDvcI/AAAAAAAAABc/i_oj_psY3Bg/s1600-h/P9250009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114328994514451906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_H6aDvcI/AAAAAAAAABc/i_oj_psY3Bg/s320/P9250009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_IqaDvdI/AAAAAAAAABk/u2kIEQfzwFQ/s1600-h/P9250010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114329007399353810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_IqaDvdI/AAAAAAAAABk/u2kIEQfzwFQ/s320/P9250010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_I6aDveI/AAAAAAAAABs/n9A0_uoW-I0/s1600-h/P9250012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114329011694321122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_I6aDveI/AAAAAAAAABs/n9A0_uoW-I0/s320/P9250012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well i made it. I cannot believe that I am here and I am feeling a huge array of emotions. I was nervous yesterday when I arrived but was greeted and accepted very warmly into this new community that will be my home. Today I got to see the city a bit and enjoy time with my roommate. Tomorrow we start 6 days of orientation which will be nice to get a better feel for things. Then when we are done with that we will have more orientation with our team in in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashbury&lt;/span&gt;. So in time I will adjust and I am really trying to trust God and know that his faithfulness is steadfast. Which will be something that I know God will continue to teach me and provide grace for me in.  Even when life is new and things are totally out of what I know. I am excited however to join in on what God is doing in the lives of people here in the city and be a part of the Outer Circle Team.&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/2947556346486695357-3513072311295229082?l=jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3513072311295229082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2947556346486695357&amp;postID=3513072311295229082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/3513072311295229082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2947556346486695357/posts/default/3513072311295229082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesswithinnerchange.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-in-san-francisco.html' title='First day in San Francisco. . .'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788458843184287331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/TFkXnbS-YrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1oIb5268ikc/S220/34659_518218265998_171700161_30784559_5880679_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoX1z8rOK4Q/Rvm_HKaDvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EPKMLfK87V8/s72-c/P9250006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
