<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176</id><updated>2012-02-08T05:34:10.767-08:00</updated><category term='commercials that explain the way i feel'/><category term='only connect'/><category term='words i made'/><category term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><category term='telling myself the truth'/><category term='stories about my dad'/><category term='Christian Hedonism'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='poems for God'/><category term='let it be true of me'/><category term='they said it best'/><category term='things I&apos;m learning'/><category term='so glad it&apos;s true'/><category term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><category term='One Roof Africa'/><category term='God help me'/><category term='for the dearly departed'/><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><subtitle type='html'>"Follow me where I go, what I do, and who I know;
Make it part of you to be a part of me.
Follow me up and down, all the way, and all around.
Take my hand and say you'll follow me." -John Denver (by way of "The Innocence Mission")</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src="http://mp3combo.truelife.com/assets/flash/song/player_prelistening.swf?URLofXMLFile=http%3A//services.truelife.com/StreamingPlaylistService2/StreamManager.aspx%3FjwPlayer%3D1%26streamtype%3Dsinglecontent%26scope%3Dmusic%26contentgroup%3Dmusic%26ext%3Dpy_tm_pl%26songguid%3D20070115153839390349%26file%3D1&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;URLofConfig=http://mp3combo.truelife.com/assets/flash/song/config.xml" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do with this beating heart&lt;br /&gt;While I bleed alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright if you don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Or make it all work right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to know you can hear me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can wait&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to feel so near you now&lt;br /&gt;And when answers don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;I can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind's eye can only see so far&lt;br /&gt;And reason can only guess&lt;br /&gt;But knowing you see more than what meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;Helps me see through my helplessness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6073917410360671852?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6073917410360671852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2012/02/tell-me-what-to-do-with-this-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6073917410360671852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;No One But You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me through change, good or bad&lt;br /&gt;And stay true if I win or I lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won't forget me when I hide my face?&lt;br /&gt;Who will forgive me when I'm accused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell me the truth to my face &lt;br /&gt;And not use it to run me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will lead me to water and leave me to drink&lt;br /&gt;but not leave me to drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but you &lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I have in heaven but you and on earth there's no one as true&lt;br /&gt;Who have I in heaven but you and on earth there's no one that's true &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Who let's mercy come dance on the graves &lt;br /&gt;    of the pleasures we strangled with greed?&lt;br /&gt;Whose dreams can shatter the real world &lt;br /&gt;    and drive out the darkness so I can see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;br /&gt;No one but you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;--Leslie Phillips &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1957232143953041601?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1957232143953041601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-one-but-you-who-will-love-me-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1957232143953041601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hopeless circumstances he hopefully believed" (Rom. 4:18). (Weymouth)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Abraham's faith seemed to be in a thorough correspondence with the  power and constant faithfulness of Jehovah. In the outward circumstances  in which he was placed, he had not the greatest cause to expect the  fulfillment of the promise. Yet he believed the Word of the Lord, and  looked forward to the time when his seed should be as the stars of  heaven for multitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my soul, thou hast not one single promise only, like Abraham, but a  thousand promises, and many patterns of faithful believers before thee:  it behooves thee, therefore, to rely with confidence upon the Word of  God. And though He delayeth His help, and the evil seemeth to grow worse  and worse, be not weak, but rather strong, and rejoice, since the most  glorious promises of God are generally fulfilled in such a wondrous  manner that He steps forth to save us at a time when there is the least  appearance of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commonly brings His help in our greatest extremity, that His finger  may plainly appear in our deliverance. And this method He chooses that  we may not trust upon anything that we see or feel, as we are always apt  to do, but only upon His bare Word, which we may depend upon in every  state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--C. H. Von Bogatzky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it is the very time for faith to work when sight ceases. The  greater the difficulties, the easier for faith; as long as there remain  certain natural prospects, faith does not get on even as easily as where  natural prospects fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--George Mueller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1051992494239137737?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1051992494239137737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-doubt-creeps-back-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1051992494239137737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1051992494239137737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-doubt-creeps-back-in.html' title='When doubt creeps back in...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1994093147261565216</id><published>2011-05-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:44:35.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Don't look back</title><content type='html'>"Black Horse &amp;amp; The Cherry Tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart knows me better than I know myself&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna let it do all the talking&lt;br /&gt;I came across a place in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With a big black horse and a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little fear upon my back&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Don't look back, just keep on walking."&lt;br /&gt;When the big black horse said, "Look this way."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey there, lady, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said no, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;I said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;I said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped it dead for a beat or two&lt;br /&gt;But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,&lt;br /&gt;And it won't forgive me after all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With a big black horse and a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy&lt;br /&gt;And now I've got a hole for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said no, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;Said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no-no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;Said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--KT Tunstall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1994093147261565216?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1994093147261565216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-look-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1994093147261565216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1994093147261565216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t look back'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2192050891184957617</id><published>2011-04-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:45:01.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>The subversive nature of the Lord's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Against you, you only have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight. &lt;/i&gt;Psalm 51:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you could say more dangerous words than those found in the Lord's Prayer.... I don't think you could wish for something that will turn your life more upside down than this. I think that most of the people who say these words would probably hesitate if they really understood what they were saying.... This is simply a prayer that can't be answered without the tearing down and rebuilding of many things in our lives. Had David prayed and lived this prayer, Psalm 51 wouldn't be in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the radical words I have been alluding to: 'Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven' (Matthew 6:10). I must admit that I don't always greet God's kingdom with delight. There are things that I want in my life, and I not only want them, but I know how, when, and where I want them! I want my life to be comfortable. I want my schedule to be unobstructed and predictable. I want the people around me to esteem and appreciate me. I want control over the situations and relationships in my life. I want people to affirm my opinions and follow my lead. I want the pleasures that I find entertaining to be available to me. I want the ministry initiatives I direct to be well received and successful. I want my children to appreciate that they have been blessed with me as their father. I want my wife to be a joyful and committed supporter of my dreams. I don't want to suffer. I don't want to live without. I don't want to have to deal with personal defeat or ministry failure. What I am saying is that I want &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;kingdom to come and &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;will to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way I stand with David. In David's kingdom, Bathsheba would be his wife. In David's kingdom, Bathsheba would have no husband. In David's kingdom he could have Bathsheba and the blessing of the Lord on his reign at the same time. So, David acted out of zeal for &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; own kingdom, forgetting that he was sent as the ambassador of a greater King. Sadly, I do the very same thing. I get made at one of my children, not because they broke God's law but because they broke mine. I get impatient with my wife because she is delaying the realization of the purposes of my kingdom of one. Or I get discouraged with God because he brings the very uncomfortable things into my life that I work so hard to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thy kingdom come' is a dangerous prayer, for it means the death of your own sovereignty. It means your life will be shaped by the will of another. It means that you will experience the messiness, discomfort, and difficulty of God's refining grace. It means surrendering the center of your universe to the One who alone deserves to be there. It means loving God above all else and your neighbor as yourself. It means experiencing the freedom that can only be found when God breaks your bondage to you! It means finally living for the one glory that is truly glorious, the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the prayer that Christ taught us to pray is the antidote to sin. Since sin starts with the heart, it's only when my heart desires God's will more than it desires my will, that I'll live within the moral boundaries that God has set for me. And it is only God's grace that can produce this kind of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thy kingdom come,' words of surrender, words of protection, and words of grace that can only be prayed by those who've been delivered by the Redeemer from the one kingdom that always leads to destruction and death, the kingdom of self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--from &lt;i&gt;Whiter Than Snow: Meditations on Sin and Mercy&lt;/i&gt;, by Paul David Tripp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2192050891184957617?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2192050891184957617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/04/subversive-nature-of-lords-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Come here to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VgYgpZiCVMU" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;May be in magazines&lt;br /&gt;But you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You can't see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;You're part of my entity, here for Infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took its part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt its cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;br /&gt;It's OK don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me&lt;br /&gt;There's no distance in between our love&lt;br /&gt;So go on and let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Baby come here to me&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining &lt;br /&gt;You can always come here to me&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5640561000081637917?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y-6EwdDiopQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3097245357977523803</id><published>2011-03-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:13:30.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>If I didn't say it; I'd still have felt it</title><content type='html'>"White Flag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again&lt;br /&gt;And I cause nothing but trouble, I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of it's over then I'm sure that that makes sense but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet, which I'm sure we will&lt;br /&gt;All that was there, will be there still&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass, and hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And you will think, that I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3097245357977523803?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2D-BL62dreo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8235992066971593974</id><published>2011-03-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:28:49.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>I can't live...</title><content type='html'>"With or Without You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails he makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm, we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live with or without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give, and you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied, my body bruised&lt;br /&gt;[He] got me with nothing to win&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give, and you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8235992066971593974?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5735958714644498448</id><published>2011-03-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:45:39.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Here's one for "N.E.V."</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FV-HPOHu8mY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5735958714644498448?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5735958714644498448/comments/default' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FV-HPOHu8mY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-9157667888878637772</id><published>2011-03-04T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:43:05.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>The only way to really know is to really let it go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wrAtSFm00ug" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-9157667888878637772?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/9157667888878637772/comments/default' 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Notice&lt;br /&gt;something you have never noticed before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;like the tambourine sound of  the snow-cricket&lt;br /&gt;whose pale green body is no longer than your  thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stare hard at the  hummingbird, in the summer rain,&lt;br /&gt;shaking the water-sparks from its  wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let grief be your sister,  she will whether or not.&lt;br /&gt;Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green  also,&lt;br /&gt;like the diligent leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A lifetime isn't long enough  for the beauty of this world&lt;br /&gt;and the responsibilities of your  life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scatter your flowers over  the graves, and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Be good-natured and untidy in your  exuberance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the glare of your mind,  be modest.&lt;br /&gt;And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Live with the beetle, and  the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~ Mary Oliver  ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(excerpt from &lt;i&gt;The Leaf and the  Cloud: A Poem&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-266459947042674565?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8781035998124484436</id><published>2011-01-22T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:52:56.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Take my heart and break it</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/19KBAcJ53ak" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;If I was bold enough&lt;br /&gt;I would follow you forever&lt;br /&gt;But darling please&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me, take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say it's my fate&lt;br /&gt;Am i just in time&lt;br /&gt;Or am i late&lt;br /&gt;If you can, understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take me out&lt;br /&gt;I don't start, I don't end&lt;br /&gt;I don't change on my own&lt;br /&gt;Take me out&lt;br /&gt;I don't lose, I don't win&lt;br /&gt;I don't do well alone&lt;br /&gt;Love is what we make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and break it&lt;br /&gt;Take me out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;You make me dread&lt;br /&gt;You make me sweat&lt;br /&gt;But can you make &lt;br /&gt;Love mean something instead&lt;br /&gt;Something real, make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;I don't wanna live half my life&lt;br /&gt;And disappear&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to take chances&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/19KBAcJ53ak/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-4575937877190502000</id><published>2011-01-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:53:53.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna waste your time...</title><content type='html'>"When we learn to wait for our Lord's lead in everything, we shall know the strength that finds &lt;i&gt;its climax in an even, steady walk.&lt;/i&gt; Many of us are lacking in the strength we so covet. But God gives full power for every task He appoints. Waiting, holding oneself true to His lead--this is the secret of strength. And anything that falls out of the line of obedience is a waste of time and strength. Watch for His leading." --S. D. Gordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4575937877190502000?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4575937877190502000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-wanna-waste-your-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4575937877190502000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4575937877190502000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-wanna-waste-your-time.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna waste your time...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8074662633806619412</id><published>2010-12-31T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:54:13.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>"I hate waiting..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"In waiting, I waited, for the Lord." &lt;/i&gt;(Psalm 40:1, margin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting is much more difficult than walking. Waiting requires patience, and patience is a rare virtue. It is fine to know that God builds hedges around His people--when the hedge is looked at from the viewpoint of protection. But when the hedge is kept around one until it grows so high that he cannot see over the top, and wonders whether he is ever to get out of the little sphere of influence and service in which he is pent up, it is hard for him sometimes to understand why he may not have a larger environment--hard for him to 'brighten the corner' where he is. But God has a purpose in all HIS holdups. "The steps of a good man are ordered of the Lord," reads Psalm 37:23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the margin of his Bible at this verse George Mueller had a notation, "And the &lt;i&gt;stops&lt;/i&gt; also." It is a sad mistake for men to break through God's hedges. It is a vital principle of guidance for a Christian never to move out of the place in which he is sure God has placed him, until the Pillar of Cloud moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--from &lt;i&gt;Streams in the Desert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8074662633806619412?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8074662633806619412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/12/standing-still.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8074662633806619412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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what I need&lt;br /&gt;It can't be purchased, wrapped up, and placed&lt;br /&gt;under an ephod tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need patience, kindness--virtues like these&lt;br /&gt;to bend on my knee at the manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa may bring things that last for a year&lt;br /&gt;but eternal gifts come from the Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days come where I'm playing selfish&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of no one but me&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of all that I'm blessed with&lt;br /&gt;and that it's always best to give than to receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need faithfulness, love, generosity&lt;br /&gt;to open my home to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa may bring things that last for a year&lt;br /&gt;but eternal gifts come from the Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need patience, kindness, generosity&lt;br /&gt;to bend on my knee at the manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa may bring things that last for a year&lt;br /&gt;but eternal gifts come from the Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa knows what I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;but Jesus knows what I need&lt;br /&gt;--Leigh Nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6426087149672112340?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6426087149672112340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-knows-what-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6426087149672112340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6426087149672112340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-knows-what-i-need.html' title='Jesus knows what I need'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3433140138427264837</id><published>2010-11-29T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:44:29.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FoQzWb_f1oA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd swim across lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;I'd sell my shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my body to be back again&lt;br /&gt;In the rest of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with you&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave your body to the lonely&lt;br /&gt;They took your clothes&lt;br /&gt;You gave up a wife and a family&lt;br /&gt;You gave your goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with me&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with me&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with me&lt;br /&gt;You went up on a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with me you went up on the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know the man who loved me&lt;br /&gt;--Sufjan Stevens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3433140138427264837?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3433140138427264837/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7563610499735645067</id><published>2010-10-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:34:54.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>All this time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ocjv9e8KVuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ocjv9e8KVuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;And you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the wind just came and blew all the crumbs away&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally breaking it off with your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still in my cupboards&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my cupboards&lt;br /&gt;Get off of my walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;And you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're where I hang my keys when I walk in the door&lt;br /&gt;You're the jacket I borrowed and proudly wore&lt;br /&gt;But with you in my head you stay under my skin and interfere with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;And you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the wind just came and blew all the crumbs away&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally breaking it off with your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sarah Watkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7563610499735645067?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7563610499735645067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-this-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7563610499735645067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7563610499735645067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-this-time.html' title='All this time...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8488922745009631650</id><published>2010-04-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:28:27.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>Lord, I want it all</title><content type='html'>"May all your expectations be frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your plans be  thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your desires be withered into nothingness that  you may experience the powerlessness and poverty of a child and sing and  dance in the compassion of God who is Father, Son, and Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brennan  Manning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8488922745009631650?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8488922745009631650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/04/lord-i-want-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8488922745009631650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8488922745009631650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/04/lord-i-want-it-all.html' title='Lord, I want it all'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7203144670834237907</id><published>2010-03-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:02:56.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Hope from Grey's Anatomy...</title><content type='html'>I will show you love like you've never loved before&lt;br /&gt;I will go the distance and back for more if you just say the word&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you will come alive again&lt;br /&gt;Call the trying times your friend&lt;br /&gt;Pain that you have suffered through&lt;br /&gt;Never get the best of you&lt;br /&gt;You will hope in something real&lt;br /&gt;Won't depend on how you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, then I will answer, answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Though the wind and waves&lt;br /&gt;Beat against your faith&lt;br /&gt;You were on my mind&lt;br /&gt;When the world was made&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk out on the water&lt;br /&gt;You have no control&lt;br /&gt;Scared of every failure&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice your soul, please let that go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have climbed an uphill road&lt;br /&gt;You have worn a heavy load&lt;br /&gt;You have cried through endless nights&lt;br /&gt;Nearly giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Watch your dreams like fallen stars&lt;br /&gt;Heartache made you who you are&lt;br /&gt;Looking back you see that I've always been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Though the wind and waves&lt;br /&gt;Beat against your faith&lt;br /&gt;You were on my mind&lt;br /&gt;When the world was made&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna hide, where you gonna hide from me?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go, where you gonna go that I can't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have heard your cry&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart, for I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I will never lie&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end&lt;br /&gt;There is still a hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Though the wind and waves&lt;br /&gt;Beat against your faith&lt;br /&gt;You were on my mind&lt;br /&gt;When the world was made&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kendall Payne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7203144670834237907?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7203144670834237907/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8298844574914313459</id><published>2010-02-09T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:22:22.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>A Chance to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvekSkOVgTk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvekSkOVgTk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching, always reaching&lt;br /&gt;Never reaching solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Seeking, always seeking&lt;br /&gt;Never seeking what I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my mind&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my mind&lt;br /&gt;For these seeds to give birth to life&lt;br /&gt;First they must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my hands are filled with guilt&lt;br /&gt;Be my absolution&lt;br /&gt;Both my eyes are blind with filth&lt;br /&gt;Be my absolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my mind&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baptize my mind&lt;br /&gt;For these seeds to give birth to life&lt;br /&gt;First they must die&lt;br /&gt;--Jon Foreman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8298844574914313459?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the battle line is drawn, it's all in black and white&lt;br /&gt;hope is pulling forward and fear from behind&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to make a move, so what will you decide&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking on, don't let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is now for lifting souls&lt;br /&gt;the time is now for letting go&lt;br /&gt;from your skin to your core&lt;br /&gt;let light and love come rushing through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you learned every song, memorized the verse&lt;br /&gt;took the bread and wine and even bought the shirt&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to hold your shield, it's time to draw your sword&lt;br /&gt;let's be the resistance, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is now for lifting souls&lt;br /&gt;the time is now for letting go&lt;br /&gt;from your skin to your core&lt;br /&gt;let light and love come rushing through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;to put your heart in greater hands&lt;br /&gt;from your skin to your core&lt;br /&gt;let light and love come rushing through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters, brothers, thieves and lovers&lt;br /&gt;come uncover eternity&lt;br /&gt;turn your faces from finite places&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's grace will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Phil Wickham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4228200984572272566?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4228200984572272566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4228200984572272566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4228200984572272566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-for-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s time for a new year...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1681052655016395938</id><published>2010-01-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:55:58.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God help me'/><title type='text'>Just do it</title><content type='html'>"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;forgive them anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be kind anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;succeed anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest people may cheat you;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be honest anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;build anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be happy anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do good anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the end, it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1681052655016395938?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1681052655016395938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1681052655016395938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1681052655016395938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-917606782397550774</id><published>2009-12-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:02:29.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Come on</title><content type='html'>RESURRECT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;It takes a long time to kill a man&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-five years at least&lt;br /&gt;Until he breaks down&lt;br /&gt;Starts to look underground&lt;br /&gt;To go off and get him some peace&lt;br /&gt;I want to die a lot quicker than that&lt;br /&gt;If it's my only way out&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting up the cost&lt;br /&gt;Getting up on that cross&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what this is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Time steals our days like a thief&lt;br /&gt;There's no price&lt;a itxtdid="14861713" target="_blank" href="http://www.6lyrics.com/music/jon_foreman/lyrics/resurrect_me.aspx#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen ! important; font-weight: normal ! important; font-size: 100% ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important; padding-bottom: 1px ! important; color: darkgreen ! important; background-color: transparent ! important; background-image: none; padding-top: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I wouldn't pay to get some relief&lt;br /&gt;I've become the empty shell&lt;br /&gt;Of a man I don't like so well&lt;br /&gt;I am a living, breathing hell&lt;br /&gt;Come on and resurrect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to drown the pain with a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem to help&lt;br /&gt;She's got a pretty face with her wedding lace&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waking up with myself&lt;br /&gt;I know what it means to choke it down&lt;br /&gt;Down until your legs get weak&lt;br /&gt;I know what it's like on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;To be alone in a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Time steals our days like a thief&lt;br /&gt;There's no price that I haven't paid to get some relief&lt;br /&gt;I've become the shell of a man&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to understand&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten who I am&lt;br /&gt;Come on and resurrect me&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/1001026764148745176-917606782397550774?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/917606782397550774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/917606782397550774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/917606782397550774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on.html' title='Come on'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-9037913515558859330</id><published>2009-12-07T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:12:20.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>I'm a broken cistern</title><content type='html'>THE CURE FOR PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure why it always flows downhill&lt;br /&gt;Why broken cisterns never could stay filled&lt;br /&gt;I've spent ten years singing gravity away&lt;br /&gt;But the water keeps on falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here tonight while the stars are blacking out&lt;br /&gt;With every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt&lt;br /&gt;I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away&lt;br /&gt;But the water keeps on falling from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows, heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a cure for the pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Lord, to suffer like you do&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lie to run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blood is fire pulsing through our veins&lt;br /&gt;We're either writers or fools behind the reigns&lt;br /&gt;I've spent ten years trying to sing it all way&lt;br /&gt;But the water keeps on falling from my tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows, heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a cure for the pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Lord, to suffer like you do&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lie to run away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-848995239623582394</id><published>2009-12-05T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:23:43.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for God'/><title type='text'>Lock me in a mutal fire</title><content type='html'>A Dialogue betwixt God and the Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul. &lt;/span&gt;Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light&lt;br /&gt;But what stream’d from thy gracious sight&lt;br /&gt;To me the worlds greatest King,&lt;br /&gt;Seem’d but some little vulgar thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt; Whilst thou prov’dst pure; and that in thee&lt;br /&gt;I could glass all my Deity:&lt;br /&gt;How glad did I from Heaven depart,&lt;br /&gt;To find a lodging in thy heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul.&lt;/span&gt; Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway,&lt;br /&gt;(’Tis they that hold my prisons Key:)&lt;br /&gt;For whom my soul would die, might she&lt;br /&gt;Leave them her Immortalitie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt; I, and some few pure Souls conspire,&lt;br /&gt;And burn both in a mutual fire,&lt;br /&gt;For whom I’ld die once more, ere they&lt;br /&gt;Should miss of Heavens eternal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul. &lt;/span&gt;But Lord! what if I turn again,&lt;br /&gt;And with an adamantine chain,&lt;br /&gt;Lock me to thee? What if I chase&lt;br /&gt;The world away to give thee place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt; Then though these souls in whom I joy&lt;br /&gt;Are Seraphins, Thou but a toy,&lt;br /&gt;A foolish toy, yet once more I&lt;br /&gt;Would with thee live, and for thee die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONYMOUS (pub. 1651)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-848995239623582394?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/848995239623582394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/12/lock-me-in-mutal-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/848995239623582394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/848995239623582394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/12/lock-me-in-mutal-fire.html' title='Lock me in a mutal fire'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2593505786851184510</id><published>2009-11-21T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:21:09.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>You're all I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEbeMvaVs68&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEbeMvaVs68&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sweet morning dew&lt;br /&gt;I took one look at you&lt;br /&gt;And it was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;You were my destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my arms open wide&lt;br /&gt;I threw away my pride&lt;br /&gt;I'll sacrifice for you&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate my life to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go where you lead&lt;br /&gt;Always there in time of need&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my will&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there to push me up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no, no looking back for us&lt;br /&gt;We got love sure 'nough, that's enough&lt;br /&gt;You're all, You're all I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an eagle protects his nest&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;Stand by you like a tree&lt;br /&gt;Dare anybody to try and move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling in you I found&lt;br /&gt;Strength where I was torn down&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's in store &lt;br /&gt;But together we can open any door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to do what's good for you &lt;br /&gt;And inspire you a little higher&lt;br /&gt;I know you can make a man &lt;br /&gt;Out of a soul that didn't have a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we, we got the right foundation&lt;br /&gt;And with love and determination&lt;br /&gt;You're all, you're all I want to strive for and do a little more&lt;br /&gt;You're all, all the joys under the sun wrapped up into one&lt;br /&gt;You're all, You're all I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Nickolas Ashford &amp; Valerie Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2593505786851184510?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2593505786851184510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-all-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2593505786851184510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2593505786851184510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-all-i-need.html' title='You&apos;re all I need'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-894960461848889519</id><published>2009-11-13T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:30:43.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Why did you lead me</title><content type='html'>I'm through with love&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall again&lt;br /&gt;Said adieu to love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever call again&lt;br /&gt;For I must love you or no one&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm through with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've locked my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my feelings there&lt;br /&gt;I've stocked my heart&lt;br /&gt;with icy, frigid air&lt;br /&gt;And I mean to care for no one&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm through with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you lead me&lt;br /&gt;To think you could care?&lt;br /&gt;You didn't need me&lt;br /&gt;For you had your share&lt;br /&gt;of slaves around you&lt;br /&gt;To hound you and swear&lt;br /&gt;with deep emotion and devotion to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me&lt;br /&gt;It can never bring the thing that used to be&lt;br /&gt;For I must have you or no one&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm through with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-as sung by Marilyn Monroe in "Some Like It Hot"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-894960461848889519?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I remember, I remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that place&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions have an echo in so much space&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out there without care&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was out of touch&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't because I didn't know enough&lt;br /&gt;I just knew too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you are having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;But think twice, that's my only advice&lt;br /&gt;Come on now&lt;br /&gt;Who do you, who do you, who do you&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;You really think you're in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heroes had the heart to lose their lives&lt;br /&gt;Out on the limb&lt;br /&gt;All I remember is thinking, "I want to be like them."&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little, ever since I was little&lt;br /&gt;It looked like fun&lt;br /&gt;And it's no coincidence I've come&lt;br /&gt;And I can die when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-792312006081464464?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/792312006081464464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-right-i-am-crazy-and-im-dinkdad.html#comment-form' title='0 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1339454233683548993</id><published>2009-10-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:02:57.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>His songs sound like the sky sometimes looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGgmqA5b25w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGgmqA5b25w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil's Nephews singing their favorite "Uncle Phil song":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes, I’m trying to listen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it’s been so long since I’ve heard you speak&lt;br /&gt;Send your love, cover over the distance&lt;br /&gt;Between You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how long must I wait for my love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You, oh I need You&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bursting and breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;For my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and blind my eyes, I’m looking to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Holding all Your promises against my chest&lt;br /&gt;I offer up the life I’ve been given&lt;br /&gt;Till my last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how long must I wait for my love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You, oh I need You&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bursting and breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;For my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coming is as sure as the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the day it’s breaking in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your children are running to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coming is as sure as the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the day it’s breaking in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your children are running to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how long must I wait for my love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You, oh I need You&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bursting and breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;For my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1339454233683548993?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1339454233683548993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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do&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you hold me&lt;br /&gt;There's some kind of magic inside you&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me from running&lt;br /&gt;But just keep it coming&lt;br /&gt;How'd you learn to do the things you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and nobody does it better&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel sad for the rest&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does it half as good as you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, darlin' you're the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carole Bayer Sager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1578703965139685243?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1578703965139685243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-608597059364885033</id><published>2009-10-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:18:40.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Let the truth break</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UwrF7VT0JY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UwrF7VT0JY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veins that I can trace&lt;br /&gt;Pull my heart away&lt;br /&gt;From love I long to taste&lt;br /&gt;Why do I run away&lt;br /&gt;When I come face to face&lt;br /&gt;With anything I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am so afraid &lt;br /&gt;If I keep hoping&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day &lt;br /&gt;When my heart is open&lt;br /&gt;That you will walk away&lt;br /&gt;Like you were never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know all the truth from the lying&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I need you 'cause I am dying &lt;br /&gt;From being held by hell in this cell of blinding fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;From this dark dream to a life stream&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;From this bruised soul living half whole&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a place&lt;br /&gt;Free from my borders&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn this grace&lt;br /&gt;Into disorder&lt;br /&gt;I've got to find a way&lt;br /&gt;Out of this chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know all the truth from the lying&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I need you 'cause I am dying&lt;br /&gt;From being held by hell in this cell of blinding fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;From this dark dream&lt;br /&gt;To a life stream&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;From this bruised soul&lt;br /&gt;Living half whole&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;Let the truth break&lt;br /&gt;What my fears make&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;br /&gt;From this dark dream&lt;br /&gt;To a life stream&lt;br /&gt;Libera, libera, libera me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-608597059364885033?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8339155801377980208</id><published>2009-10-13T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:23:55.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Using God's heart as a crawl space...</title><content type='html'>A voice is on the wind&lt;br /&gt;It calls me further in&lt;br /&gt;I’m heading deeper into Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your mark is on my chest&lt;br /&gt;My sails filled with your breath&lt;br /&gt;You guide me by the light of the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing on a ship that’s bound for life&lt;br /&gt;I wrestle with the wind against the tide&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind to reach for more&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing on to Your golden shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though skies go blue to grey&lt;br /&gt;And I’m thrown from wave to wave&lt;br /&gt;You still will hear these lungs singing hard&lt;br /&gt;With every storm I face&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a greater grace&lt;br /&gt;That pulls me deeper into Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing on a ship that’s bound for life&lt;br /&gt;I wrestle with the wind against the tide&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind to reach for more&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing on to where the water’s running sweet and bright&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising in the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all behind to reach for more&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing on to Your golden shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from "Sailing on a Ship" by Phil Wickham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8339155801377980208?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3945141897949472607</id><published>2009-10-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:08:55.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>A good man certainly is hard to find...</title><content type='html'>The true measure of a man’s integrity is not what he will do, but rather what he won’t do.&lt;br /&gt;-Flannery O’Connor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3945141897949472607?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3945141897949472607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-9053011118936867627</id><published>2009-10-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:20:13.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>"Free! Body and soul free!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9nsWwyakHM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9nsWwyakHM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-9053011118936867627?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/9053011118936867627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-body-and-soul-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9053011118936867627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9053011118936867627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-body-and-soul-free.html' title='&quot;Free! Body and soul free!&quot;'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-4664005060239246026</id><published>2009-10-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:45:37.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let it be true of me'/><title type='text'>I feel prone to wander</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bind the sacrifice with cords, even unto the horns of the altar." &lt;/span&gt;(Psalm 118:27.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not this altar inviting thee? Shall we not ask to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bound&lt;/span&gt; to it, that we may never be able to start back from our attitude of consecration? There are times when life is full of roseate light, and we choose the Cross; at other times, when the sky is grey, we shrink from it. It is well to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wilt Thou bind us, most blessed Spirit, and enamor us with the Cross, and let us never leave it? Bind us with the scarlet cord of redemption, and the golden cord of love, and the silver cord of Advent-hope, so we will not go back from it, or wish for another lot than to be the humble partners with our Lord in His pain and sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horns of the altar invite thee. Wilt thou come? Wilt thou dwell ever in a spirit of resigned humility, and give thyself wholly to the Lord?--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selected &lt;/span&gt;(from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Streams in the Desert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4664005060239246026?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4664005060239246026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-prone-to-wander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4664005060239246026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4664005060239246026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-prone-to-wander.html' title='I feel prone to wander'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8519044191685400587</id><published>2009-10-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:07:50.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>It's gonna take me a little more time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="title"&gt;SUNRISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brandon Heath, Dan Muckala, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nate Campany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna sound off but you can't find the words to&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' makes sense in the way that it used to&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the plus in the positive thinking&lt;br /&gt;The well's run dry and you're not done drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds start comin' and the sky will fall&lt;br /&gt;Clock stares back from the bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;Now you're breathin' just to make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment of dawn&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and move on&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired in the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna take you&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more time the sun's gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding your days like a stack of paper&lt;br /&gt;Then you're chasing the wind as the pages scatter&lt;br /&gt;You can save a few but you can't get 'em all back&lt;br /&gt;So get out fast with your heart in tact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself on the very edge&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake in an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Now you're breathin' just to make it thru the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment of dawn&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and move on&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired in the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna take you&lt;br /&gt;A little more time&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more time the sun's gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Essential Music / Sitka 6 Music (ASCAP). All rights admin. by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP). / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Cleveland Publishing/ Warner- Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI)&lt;/span&gt;/ Wintergone Music (ASCAP) (admin worldwide by Kobalt Music Publishing, LTD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8519044191685400587?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8519044191685400587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-gonna-take-me-little-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8519044191685400587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8519044191685400587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-gonna-take-me-little-more-time.html' title='It&apos;s gonna take me a little more time...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8465013332087902599</id><published>2009-10-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:09:07.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>"I vow that it's goodbye and God bless..."</title><content type='html'>"Long did I love you and overmuch." --Kahlil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8465013332087902599?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8465013332087902599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-vow-this-is-goodbye-and-god-bless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8465013332087902599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8465013332087902599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-vow-this-is-goodbye-and-god-bless.html' title='&quot;I vow that it&apos;s goodbye and God bless...&quot;'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6765487061869937032</id><published>2009-09-30T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:38:42.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><title type='text'>And nothing else</title><content type='html'>The lights go out and I can't be saved&lt;br /&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;br /&gt;Have brought me down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out of things unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Shoot an apple off my head and a&lt;br /&gt;Trouble that can't be named&lt;br /&gt;A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion never stops&lt;br /&gt;Closing walls and ticking clocks&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come back and take you home&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop that you now know, singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out upon my seas&lt;br /&gt;Cursed missed opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Am I a part of the cure?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I part of the disease? Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you are&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home where I wanted to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6765487061869937032?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6765487061869937032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/lights-go-out-and-i-cant-be-saved-tides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6765487061869937032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6765487061869937032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/lights-go-out-and-i-cant-be-saved-tides.html' title='And nothing else'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-4713665494981463140</id><published>2009-09-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:50:05.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>I'll take a "more glorious" triumph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheaply, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love a man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death." --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Paine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4713665494981463140?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4713665494981463140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-take-more-glorious-triumph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4713665494981463140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4713665494981463140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-take-more-glorious-triumph.html' title='I&apos;ll take a &quot;more glorious&quot; triumph...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-632884328576544103</id><published>2009-09-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:34:11.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So that explains it...</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from extreme jet lag. Just to explain the scope of this jet lag, my home in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plainville&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five &lt;/span&gt;hours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind London. Five.&lt;/span&gt; Can you imagine this? It is 9 a.m. here, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; there; it is 1 p.m. here, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;there. I could go on, but I believe you get the picture. 4 p.m., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 p.m&lt;/span&gt;. Exactly. No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; who is six hours away from where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; natural body clock is telling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them they are&lt;/span&gt;, can be held to account for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;words or actions. When it is lunchtime here, I want dinner. This is no way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As I mentioned in my speech Wednesday, I am suffering from extreme jet lag. Just to explain the scope of this jet lag, my home in Libya is six hours ahead of New York. Six. Can you imagine this? It is 9 a.m. here, it is three p.m. there; it is 1 p.m. here, it is 7 p.m. there. I could go on, but I believe you get the picture. 4 p.m., 10 p.m. Exactly. No man who is six hours away from where his natural body clock is telling him he is, can be held to account for his words or actions. When it is lunchtime here, I want dinner. This is no way to live."--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from "Saturday Night Live" sketch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"U.N. Address Open: Libyan President Muammar Qadhafi explains himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on 9/25/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-632884328576544103?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/632884328576544103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-that-explains-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/632884328576544103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/632884328576544103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-that-explains-it.html' title='So that explains it...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1316714461830235368</id><published>2009-09-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:37:45.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Reluctantly giving up control...</title><content type='html'>Spent a week in a dusty library&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some words to jump at me&lt;br /&gt;We met by a trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;French navy, my sailor mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met by the moon on a silvery lake&lt;br /&gt;You came my way&lt;br /&gt;Said, "I want you to stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your dietary restriction&lt;br /&gt;Said you loved me with a lot of conviction&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting to be struck by lightning&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for somebody exciting like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me go, "Oooh"&lt;br /&gt;With the things that you do, you do, you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be criticized for lending out my art&lt;br /&gt;I was criticized for letting you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why would I stand for disappointed looks&lt;br /&gt;Fooling all, but I'm on tenterhooks, ooh with the looks&lt;br /&gt;On tenterhooks,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, with the looks, the looks, the looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships were something I used to do&lt;br /&gt;Convince me they are better for me and you&lt;br /&gt;We met by a trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;French navy, my sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;But love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--from "French Navy" by Camera Obscura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1316714461830235368?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1316714461830235368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/reluctantly-giving-up-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1316714461830235368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1316714461830235368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/reluctantly-giving-up-control.html' title='Reluctantly giving up control...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6477143240787785251</id><published>2009-09-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:22:27.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>I can't help but wonder...</title><content type='html'>I often wonder why he came to me&lt;br /&gt;Brought such a flame to me&lt;br /&gt;Then let it die&lt;br /&gt;And if another love should find my heart&lt;br /&gt;It will remind my heart of your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With every new love&lt;br /&gt;You’ll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;In other eyes it’s you I see&lt;br /&gt;If I love again&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s someone new&lt;br /&gt;If I love again&lt;br /&gt;It will still be you&lt;br /&gt;In someone else’s firm embrace&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes but see your face&lt;br /&gt;If I love again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find another's charms&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll make believe&lt;br /&gt;You are in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And though my lips whisper "love me!"&lt;br /&gt;My heart will not be true&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--from "Funny Lady"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6477143240787785251?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6477143240787785251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help-but-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6477143240787785251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6477143240787785251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help-but-wonder.html' title='I can&apos;t help but wonder...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7511257921273912656</id><published>2009-09-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:30:53.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>Impatient for the promise</title><content type='html'>“Impatience and Eternity” A Lenten Sermon Preached by&lt;br /&gt;Reverend W. Dale Osborne on March 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Lectionary Texts: Numbers 21:4-9; John 3:14-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth Sunday in the Christian season called Lent. Around the world people like&lt;br /&gt;you and me are living out their Lenten promises as a way of connecting more fully to the life&lt;br /&gt;Jesus encouraged us to live. From Bangkok to Barcelona, our friends in Christ are patiently&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes impatiently waiting for the promises of Easter. . . . There are millions of people who count Jesus as their redeemer and teacher who are&lt;br /&gt;consciously and unconsciously seeking God’s abiding presence as they make their way on&lt;br /&gt;the journey we call life. The lectionary readings from scripture on this fourth Sunday of Lent&lt;br /&gt;can encourage the faithful to be focused on facing our fears, stretching our patience and&lt;br /&gt;receiving the gift of eternity in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Old Testament reading is from the book of Numbers which is the fourth book of the&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew Torah. The Torah which means teaching or instruction is composed of the first five&lt;br /&gt;books of what we Christians call the Old Testament. Do any of our young people know why&lt;br /&gt;this fourth book of the Torah is called Numbers? How did it earn this name? Most scholars&lt;br /&gt;believe it is called Numbers because of how it begins. The book of Numbers begins with the&lt;br /&gt;first census of Israel. A census is something we do at least every ten years here in the United&lt;br /&gt;States. The book of Numbers details how the first census was taken for Israel. A census is&lt;br /&gt;just a proper way of saying “Let’s count everyone who is part of our tribe or state or country.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s find out what our total number of people is.” If the book of Numbers was just a census&lt;br /&gt;it would have been quite boring. Thankfully it contains more than just numbers. Following&lt;br /&gt;the census chapters there are several chapters containing laws. Laws are boring for some&lt;br /&gt;people too. In order to keep Numbers more readable for people like me, the story-telling or&lt;br /&gt;narrative section begins in Chapter 9. It follows the people of Israel from near the southern&lt;br /&gt;tip of the Sinai Peninsula to Moab, which is east of Palestine, over a period of 38 years.&lt;br /&gt;Numbers is less a history book and more of a recollection of how God and the people of&lt;br /&gt;Israel interacted during their journey away from slavery in Egypt and toward their promised&lt;br /&gt;land. Today’s lesson from Chapter 21 focuses on a critical time of heated, strained and&lt;br /&gt;reconnected relationships between the Israelite people, their earthly leader Moses and&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, their God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .Our story finds the Israelite people due southwest of the Dead Sea. Their leader and main&lt;br /&gt;connection to Yahweh is Moses. Moses who had worked so hard to convince Pharaoh to let&lt;br /&gt;the Hebrew people go now had a bit of an angry mob on his hands. According to the New&lt;br /&gt;Interpreters Bible Commentary, during their journey from Egypt to Palestine, the Bible tells&lt;br /&gt;us of eight rebellions: six of the people against their leaders and God, and two of their leaders&lt;br /&gt;against God. In today's reading, the people rebel against Moses and God. The people are&lt;br /&gt;“impatient” or short-tempered because Moses has refused to engage Edom in battle and,&lt;br /&gt;therefore their journey to Palestine is made longer. They are also impatient and angry&lt;br /&gt;because of “this miserable food”. The miserable food was the “manna” which God had sent&lt;br /&gt;to them when they were hungry in the wilderness. The people are resenting what God gives&lt;br /&gt;them freely. In response to their anger and impatience, God sends “poisonous serpents”&lt;br /&gt;whose bites become inflamed on the people who are bitten shortly before they die. The&lt;br /&gt;people don’t like this course of events at all. The biting and the pain and the death made&lt;br /&gt;them rethink their impatience and anger. Eventually, they repent, and ask Moses to intercede&lt;br /&gt;for them. “Pray to the LORD” they beseech Moses in verse 7. God replies that the people&lt;br /&gt;will be healed through a symbol, a bronze or copper snake on a pole. Those who are bitten by&lt;br /&gt;the poisonous snakes are asked to look at the bronze snake on the pole in order to be saved&lt;br /&gt;and healed from their poisonous plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story of impatience and anger towards leaders and towards God rings true on many&lt;br /&gt;levels today. I think of the great anger and impatience that people in the United States and&lt;br /&gt;around the world are feeling due to the collapse of our financial systems. People are being&lt;br /&gt;bitten by mortgage debts as they see their homes foreclosed. Unscrupulous lenders and&lt;br /&gt;merchants of Wall St seem to be poisoned by greed. We cry out to our leaders to take away&lt;br /&gt;our pain. Send the swindlers to jail where they belong we say! What then shall we look at in&lt;br /&gt;order to ease our pain? What can be raised up on a pole for us to gaze upon and find healing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .The disciples who followed Jesus during his three years of recorded ministry on earth in and&lt;br /&gt;around Galilee had reason to be impatient. They longed for a kingdom that might give them&lt;br /&gt;power and security. The new disciples of Jesus who composed the early church after his&lt;br /&gt;death were also impatient. They had access to John’s record of the Gospel which could have&lt;br /&gt;prompted either anxiety or serenity depending on how it was interpreted for them. Many of&lt;br /&gt;them hoped that Jesus would be returning soon. How long would they have to wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;for an age of grace and hope to be realized? What could be raised up for them to heal the ills&lt;br /&gt;of the impatience, anxiety and anger early Christians experienced in the face of oppression by&lt;br /&gt;the ruling authorities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John offered to them what he could based on his interpretation of God’s actions at work in&lt;br /&gt;the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. God did not raise up a bronze serpent on a pole as&lt;br /&gt;Moses had been instructed to do hundreds of years in their past. God moved in a new&lt;br /&gt;direction to quell the fears of an impatient people. The words of the Gospel are just as&lt;br /&gt;compelling to me and millions of Christians today as they were nearly two thousand years&lt;br /&gt;ago. They are words of solace and of hope in the midst of turbulent times. They are words&lt;br /&gt;of eternity in the face of impatience. In John 3: 14-17 we read, “And just as Moses lifted up&lt;br /&gt;the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in&lt;br /&gt;him may have eternal life. "For God so loved the world that God gave the only Son, so that&lt;br /&gt;everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. Indeed, God did not&lt;br /&gt;send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved&lt;br /&gt;through him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found it boldest and best to deal with impatience and anger through the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;ears and heart of eternity. In Christ, through Christ and with Christ there is eternal hope,&lt;br /&gt;eternal love and eternal life. For this I am eternally grateful. Thanks be to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7511257921273912656?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7511257921273912656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/impatient-for-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7511257921273912656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7511257921273912656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/impatient-for-promise.html' title='Impatient for the promise'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7605243742883784665</id><published>2009-09-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:54:23.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>It's true, it's true, it's true...</title><content type='html'>I've always known, It's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;It's just my pride keeps me from showing&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, I've tried to disguise&lt;br /&gt;But it's your love that keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Your love comes and pulls me out&lt;br /&gt;And when I turn away&lt;br /&gt;You give more and more love every day&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me like you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me like you&lt;br /&gt;No one ever loved me&lt;br /&gt;The way you do&lt;br /&gt;No one ever loved me&lt;br /&gt;Loved me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life I've needed you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know that I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Lord, for all that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I want the whole world to know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Your love comes and pulls me out&lt;br /&gt;And when I turn away&lt;br /&gt;You give more and more love every day&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me like you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me, loves me like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Amy Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7605243742883784665?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7605243742883784665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-true-its-true-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7605243742883784665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7605243742883784665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-true-its-true-its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true, it&apos;s true, it&apos;s true...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5105151281023348903</id><published>2009-09-09T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:48:52.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>Climb every mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; "To abolish all valleys means getting rid of all mountains" --Alan Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5105151281023348903?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5105151281023348903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/climb-every-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5105151281023348903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5105151281023348903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/09/climb-every-mountain.html' title='Climb every mountain'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3102591147011574967</id><published>2009-09-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:38:58.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not have loved enough</title><content type='html'>NOD OVER COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the unsaid words that I might be thinking&lt;br /&gt;And all the little signs that I might give you&lt;br /&gt;They would not be enough&lt;br /&gt;No they would not be enough  &lt;p&gt;So we nod over coffee and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Smile over coffee and turn to go&lt;br /&gt;We know the drill and we do it well&lt;br /&gt;We love it, we hate it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that life  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't that the curse of the second hand&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way of the hour and the day  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I weren't so alone and afraid&lt;br /&gt;They might pay me what I am worth&lt;br /&gt;But it would not be enough&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we nod over coffee and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever has to be done again today&lt;br /&gt;Get in the traffic and time will fly&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sun and pray for rain  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't that the curse of the second hand&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way of the hour and the day  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dam of time cannot hold back&lt;br /&gt;The dust that will surely come of these bones&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure I will not have loved enough&lt;br /&gt;Will not have loved enough  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we could see with wiser eyes&lt;br /&gt;What is good and what is sad and what is true&lt;br /&gt;Still it would not be enough&lt;br /&gt;Could never be enough  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we nod over coffee and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Bolt the door it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Into the car with the radio on&lt;br /&gt;Roll down the window and blow the horn  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't that the curse of the second hand&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way of the hour and the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Mark Heard, from the album, "Second Hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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Do it.</title><content type='html'>John 2. 5: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I read these words, I thought how good it would be if all of us heard and obeyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were spoken just after our Lord Jesus had said, Let Me follow out My own course (this is what Westcott says is the meaning of the words He used to Mary)--if you love Me, trust Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary understood her Son and Lord. So she said very simply to the servants, Whatsoever He tells you to do, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there be love in our hearts, there will be confidence, and we shall be ready to say to ourselves just what Mary said to the servants (without any ifs or buts), "Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it." --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edges of His Ways,&lt;/span&gt; Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2169990869269975226?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2169990869269975226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-love-me-trust-me-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2169990869269975226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2169990869269975226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-love-me-trust-me-do-it.html' title='If you love Me, Trust Me. Do it.'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6822516333490755058</id><published>2009-08-26T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:37:45.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Rejoicing in the truth</title><content type='html'>Standing at my window&lt;br /&gt;Hidden by the night&lt;br /&gt;Harboring the private wounds&lt;br /&gt;Safe and out of sight&lt;br /&gt;There's an agony in living&lt;br /&gt;But there's a comfort in the truth&lt;br /&gt;That no one knows my heart&lt;br /&gt;Better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can face a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;With this sanguine act of mine&lt;br /&gt;Guarded by the eloquence&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes hide behind&lt;br /&gt;But it's a veil of false pretenses&lt;br /&gt;That you can see right through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one knows my heart&lt;br /&gt;Better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is reaching&lt;br /&gt;Part of me holds back&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;I am a doorway&lt;br /&gt;You're free to walk into&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one knows my heart&lt;br /&gt;Better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an agony in living&lt;br /&gt;But there's a comfort in the truth&lt;br /&gt;That no one knows my heart&lt;br /&gt;Better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--from the song "No One Knows My Heart" by Susan Ashton/Billy Sprague/Wayne Kirkpatrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6822516333490755058?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6822516333490755058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/rejoicing-in-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6822516333490755058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6822516333490755058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/rejoicing-in-truth.html' title='Rejoicing in the truth'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3752952025000011896</id><published>2009-08-21T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:26:20.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>I can't help but hope that</title><content type='html'>MAYBE    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; I don't want to be the one to say goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I will, I will, I will&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't want to sit on the pavement while you fly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I will, I will, oh yes I will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only way to really know is to really let it go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back, you're gonna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;come back to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't want to be the first to let it go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But i know, I know, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have the last hands that i want to hold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then i know i've got to let them go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still feel you on the right side of the bed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and i still feel you in the blankets pulled over my head&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but im gonna wash away, oh i'm gonna wash away everything till you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;come home to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only way to really know is to really let it go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back, you're gonna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;come back to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you're gonna come back to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; --Ingrid Michaelson&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3752952025000011896?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3752952025000011896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-help-but-hope-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3752952025000011896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3752952025000011896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-help-but-hope-that.html' title='I can&apos;t help but hope that'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2566653032971177267</id><published>2009-08-20T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:57:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching God's work presumptuously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Neither know we what to do; but our eyes are upon thee." &lt;/span&gt;(2 Chron. 20:12.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life was lost in Israel because a pair of human hands were laid unbidden upon the ark of God. They were placed upon it with the best intent, to steady it when trembling and shaking as the oxen drew it along the rough way; but they touched God's work presumptuously, and they fell paralyzed and lifeless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much of the life of faith consists in letting things alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If we wholly trust an interest to God, we must keep our hands off it; and He will guard it for us better than we can help Him. "Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may seem to be going all wrong, but He knows as well as we; and He will arise in the right moment if we are really trusting Him so fully as to let Him work in His own way and time. There is nothing so masterly as inactivity in some things, and there is nothing so hurtful as restless working, for God has undertaken to work His sovereign will.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--A. B. Simpson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2566653032971177267?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2566653032971177267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/touching-gods-work-presumptuously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2566653032971177267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2566653032971177267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/touching-gods-work-presumptuously.html' title='Touching God&apos;s work presumptuously'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-64695367525845680</id><published>2009-08-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:24:50.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so glad it&apos;s true'/><title type='text'>He lifted me</title><content type='html'>I will extol Thee, O Lord, for Thou hast lifted me up,&lt;br /&gt;And hast not let my enemies rejoice over me.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord my God,&lt;br /&gt;I cried to Thee for help, and Thou didst heal me.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, Thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones,&lt;br /&gt;And give thanks to His holy name.&lt;br /&gt;For His anger is but for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;His favor is for a lifetime;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping may last for a night,&lt;br /&gt;But a shout of joy comes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for me, I said in my prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;"I will never be moved."&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, by Thy favor Thou hast made my mountain to stand strong;&lt;br /&gt;Thou didst hide Thy face, I was dismayed.&lt;br /&gt;To Thee, O Lord, I called,&lt;br /&gt;And to the Lord I made supplication:&lt;br /&gt;"What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit?&lt;br /&gt;Will the dust praise Thee? Will it declare Thy faithfulness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, be Thou my helper."&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;&lt;br /&gt;That my soul may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord my God, I will give thanks to Thee forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-64695367525845680?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/64695367525845680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-lifted-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/64695367525845680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/64695367525845680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-lifted-me.html' title='He lifted me'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7484235418845801540</id><published>2009-08-18T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:38:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's "Antiques Roadshow"</title><content type='html'>My message and my preaching were not in persuasive words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith should not rest on the wisdom of men, but on the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet [I] do speak wisdom among those who are mature; a wisdom, however, not of this age, nor of the rulers of this age, who are passing away; but [I] speak God's wisdom in a mystery, the hidden &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to us God revealed [this wisdom] through the Spirit; for the Spirit searches all things, even the depths of God. . . . But a natural man does not accept the things of the Spirit of God; for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually appraised (2 Cor. 2:4-14).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7484235418845801540?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7484235418845801540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-antiques-roadshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7484235418845801540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7484235418845801540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-antiques-roadshow.html' title='God&apos;s &quot;Antiques Roadshow&quot;'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2794075438053706598</id><published>2009-08-17T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:58:09.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so glad it&apos;s true'/><title type='text'>Who would claim that they are smarter than God?</title><content type='html'>For the word of the cross is to those who are perishing foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;For it is written,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,&lt;br /&gt;and the cleverness of the clever I will set aside." [Isaiah 29:14]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the wise man?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the scribe?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the debater of this age?&lt;br /&gt;Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not come to know God, God was well-pleased through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe. For indeed Jews ask for signs, and Greeks search for wisdom; but we preach Christ crucified, to Jews a stumbling block, and to Gentiles foolishness, but to those who are the called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men. (1 Cor. 1:18-25, New American Standard translation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2794075438053706598?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2794075438053706598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-would-claim-that-they-are-smarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2794075438053706598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2794075438053706598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-would-claim-that-they-are-smarter.html' title='Who would claim that they are smarter than God?'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6640948104749639566</id><published>2009-08-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:28:03.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>Make me</title><content type='html'>To Thee, O LORD, I lift up my soul.&lt;br /&gt;O my God, in Thee I trust,&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me be ashamed;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let my enemies exult over me.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, none of those who wait for Thee will be ashamed;&lt;br /&gt;Those who deal treacherously without cause will be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me know Thy ways, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me Thy paths.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me in Thy truth and teach me,&lt;br /&gt;For Thou art the God of my salvation;&lt;br /&gt;For Thee I wait all the day.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, O LORD, Thy compassion and Thy lovingkindnesses,&lt;br /&gt;For they have been from of old.&lt;br /&gt;Do not remember the sins of my youth or my transgressions;&lt;br /&gt;According to They lovingkindness remember Thou me,&lt;br /&gt;For Thy goodness' sake, O LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and upright is the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore He instructs sinners in the way.&lt;br /&gt;He leads the humble in justice,&lt;br /&gt;And He teaches the humble His way.&lt;br /&gt;All the paths of the LORD are lovingkindness and truth&lt;br /&gt;To those who keep His covenant and His testimonies.&lt;br /&gt;For Thy name's sake, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my iniquity, for it is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the man who fears the LORD?&lt;br /&gt;He will instruct him in the way he should choose.&lt;br /&gt;His soul will abide in prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;And his descendants will inherit the land.&lt;br /&gt;The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him,&lt;br /&gt;And He will make them know His covenant.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are continually toward the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;For He will pluck my feet out of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to me and be gracious to me,&lt;br /&gt;For I am lonely and afflicted.&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of my heart are enlarged;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me out of my distresses.&lt;br /&gt;Look upon my affliction and my trouble,&lt;br /&gt;And forgive all my sins.&lt;br /&gt;Guard my soul and deliver me;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me be ashamed, for I take refuge in Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Let integrity and uprightness preserve me,&lt;br /&gt;For I wait for Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 25:1-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7655681070104715267</id><published>2009-08-04T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:20:54.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>Cloud by day; fire by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left." &lt;/span&gt;(Isa. 30:21.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in doubt or difficulty, when many voices urge this course or the other, when prudence utters one advice and faith another, then let us be still, hushing each intruder, calming ourselves in the sacred hush of God's presence; let us study His Word in the attitude of devout attention; let us lift up our nature into the pure light of His face, eager only to know what God the Lord shall determine--and ere long a very distinct impression will be made, the unmistakable forth-telling of His secret counsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not wise in the earlier stages of Christian life to depend on this alone, but to wait for the corroboration of circumstances. But those who have had many dealings with God know well the value of secret fellowship with Him, to ascertain His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in difficulty about your way? Go to God with your question; get direction from the light of His smile or the cloud of His refusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will only get alone, where the lights and shadows of earth cannot interfere, where human opinions fail to reach--and if you will dare to wait there silent and expectant, though all around you insist on immediate decision or action--the will of God will be made clear; and you will have a new conception of God, a deeper insight into His nature and heart of love, which shall be for yourself alone--a rapturous experience, to abide your precious perquisite forever, the rich guerdon of those long waiting hours.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;perquisite&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; n. &lt;/span&gt;an incidental payment, benefit, privilege, or advantage over and above regular income, salary, or wages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guerdon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;a reward, a recompense, or requital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"STAND STILL," my soul, for so thy Lord commands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E'en when thy way seems blocked, leave it in His wise hands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His arm is mighty to divide the wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stand still," my soul, "stand still" and thou shalt see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How God can work the "impossible" for thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For with a great deliverance He doth save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be not impatient, but in stillness stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when compassed 'round on every hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In ways thy spirit does not comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God cannot clear thy way till thou art still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That He may work in thee His blessed will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all thy heart and will to Him do bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BE STILL," my soul, for just as thou art still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can God reveal Himself to thee; until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through thee His love and light and life can freely flow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In stillness God can work through thee and reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The souls around thee. He then through thee can teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His lessons, and His power in weakness show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BE STILL"--a deeper step in faith and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be still and know" thy Father knoweth best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way to lead His child to that fair land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A "summer" land, where quiet waters flow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where longing souls are satisfied, and "know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their God," and praise for all that He has planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Selected&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/1001026764148745176-7655681070104715267?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7655681070104715267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloud-by-day-fire-by-night_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7655681070104715267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7655681070104715267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloud-by-day-fire-by-night_04.html' title='Cloud by day; fire by night'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2031901973102662030</id><published>2009-08-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:20:26.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>The noise of words</title><content type='html'>Mark 8. 23: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will this Note find someone puzzled about anything, in the dark, as we say, about what they should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was reading through the Gospel of Mark, noticing each place where our Lord Jesus suffered anything, or spoke of suffering, and as I read, words that have nothing to do with that special subject caught my eye: "He took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a town of the noise of words, the noise of other people's words, and of our own words, too, as we talk to ourselves and listen to the confusion of our thoughts and desires as they talk within us. There is only One Who can take the blind by the hand, and lead him out of the town. The hand that led that man was soon to be pierced. Soon after this incident we come to the words, "The Son of Man must suffer"--it is a suffering Christ Who leads us out of the town and along the road that leads to clearness of vision, and then to Calvary. But the road does not stop there. It goes over the hill to the Other Side.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edges of His Ways, &lt;/span&gt;Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2031901973102662030?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2031901973102662030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloud-by-day-fire-by-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2031901973102662030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2031901973102662030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloud-by-day-fire-by-night.html' title='The noise of words'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2937800059704149333</id><published>2009-07-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:26:45.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>My hope is in the Lord</title><content type='html'>I don't have the power&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a clue&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were really honest&lt;br /&gt;And the truth were known of me&lt;br /&gt;It may sound a little funny&lt;br /&gt;But this is what My prayer would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes are on you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes are on you, My Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes toward the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I tune my ear to your command&lt;br /&gt;Help me boast in my condition&lt;br /&gt;You're the God and I'm the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--from the song, "Gideon", by Jason Upton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2937800059704149333?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2937800059704149333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8632210005052399205</id><published>2009-07-21T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:27:54.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish, I wish, I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SmZ44x61R0I/AAAAAAAAADA/0ay2KjIJ-l0/s1600-h/Lesson396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SmZ44x61R0I/AAAAAAAAADA/0ay2KjIJ-l0/s400/Lesson396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105323299260226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://survivingtheworld.net/"&gt;http://survivingtheworld.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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wish...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SmZ44x61R0I/AAAAAAAAADA/0ay2KjIJ-l0/s72-c/Lesson396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-922735360191649289</id><published>2009-07-21T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:06:07.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i made'/><title type='text'>More words I made...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordsimade.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wordsimade.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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made...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-966200955454200065</id><published>2009-07-21T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:30:19.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>Burning...</title><content type='html'>What is to give light must endure burning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Viktor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-966200955454200065?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/966200955454200065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-to-give-light-must-endure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/966200955454200065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/966200955454200065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-to-give-light-must-endure.html' title='Burning...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3943586531150581218</id><published>2009-07-21T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:35:56.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God help me'/><title type='text'>"I need you to be sweet"</title><content type='html'>Dr F. B. Meyer once told me that when he was young he was very irritable, and an old man told him that he had found relief from this very thing by looking up the moment he felt it coming, and saying, "Thy sweetness, Lord." ....Take the opposite of your temptation and look up inwardly, naming that opposite; Untruth--Thy truth, Lord; Unkindness--Thy kindness, Lord; Impatience--Thy patience, Lord; Selfishness--Thy unselfishness, Lord; Roughness--Thy gentleness, Lord; Discourtesy--Thy courtesy, Lord; Resentment, inward heat, fuss--Thy sweetness, Lord, Thy calmness, Thy peacefulness.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edges of His Ways, &lt;/span&gt;Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3943586531150581218?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3943586531150581218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-you-to-be-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3943586531150581218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3943586531150581218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-you-to-be-sweet.html' title='&quot;I need you to be sweet&quot;'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2098922787346434938</id><published>2009-07-21T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:35:21.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God help me'/><title type='text'>Love is the thing</title><content type='html'>"One can give without loving, but one cannot love without giving." -Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2098922787346434938?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2098922787346434938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2098922787346434938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2098922787346434938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-thing.html' title='Love is the thing'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7073865398705761398</id><published>2009-07-21T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:33:59.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God help me'/><title type='text'>Loving God is easy; loving people...</title><content type='html'>Be the first to love&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to bless&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Graham Cooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7073865398705761398?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7073865398705761398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/loving-god-is-easy-loving-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7073865398705761398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7073865398705761398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/loving-god-is-easy-loving-people.html' title='Loving God is easy; loving people...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1357094332514232117</id><published>2009-07-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:29:29.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>Who's the boss?</title><content type='html'>"The older I get, the surer I am that I'm not running the show." --Leonard Cohen, 74, singer and songwriter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1357094332514232117?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1357094332514232117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1357094332514232117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1357094332514232117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss?'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6705099568306140271</id><published>2009-07-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:05:59.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Walt Whitman had AIM...</title><content type='html'>THES SI WUT U SHAL DO LUV DA EARTH AND SUN AND TEH ANIMALS DESPIES RICHAS GIEV ALMS 2 AVARYON3 TAHT ASKS STAND UP FOR TEH STUPID AND CRAZY DEVOTE UR INCOM3 AND LABOR 2 OTHERS HAET TYRANTS ARGUE NOT CONC3RNNG GOD HAEV PATEINC3 AND INDULG3NCA 2WARD DA PAOPL3 TAEK OF UR HAT 2 NOTHNG KNOWN OR UNKNOWN OR 2 ANY MAN OR NUMBR OF MEN–GO FRELEY WIT POWERFUL UNEDUCAETD P3RSONS AND WIT DA U AND WIT TEH MOTHARS OF FMILEIS–R3-EXMIEN AL U HAEV B3N 2LD IN SKOOL OR CHURCH OR IN ANY BOK AND DISMIS WUT INSULTS UR OWN SU AND UR VERY FLESH SHAL B A GR3AT PO3M AND HAEV DA RICHEST FLU3NCY NOT ONLEY IN ITS WORDS BUT IN DA SIELNT LIENS OF ITS LIPS AND FAEC AND BTWEN TEH LASHAS OF UR EYES AND IN EVARY MOTION AND JOINT OF UR BODY!11!!1!! OMG WTF LOL -WALT WHITMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6705099568306140271?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6705099568306140271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-walt-whitman-had-aim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6705099568306140271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6705099568306140271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-walt-whitman-had-aim.html' title='If Walt Whitman had AIM...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-654032497114198282</id><published>2009-07-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:15:20.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Stand up for the stupid and crazy</title><content type='html'>This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men–go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families–re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body. --Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-654032497114198282?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/654032497114198282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-up-for-stupid-and-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/654032497114198282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/654032497114198282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-up-for-stupid-and-crazy.html' title='Stand up for the stupid and crazy'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7232714152555432681</id><published>2009-07-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:00:35.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Hedonism'/><title type='text'>You, O Lord, are enough</title><content type='html'>Am I not enough, Mine own? enough,&lt;br /&gt;Mine own, for thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All shalt thou find at last,&lt;br /&gt;Only in Me.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not enough, Mine own? I, for ever&lt;br /&gt;and alone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I,&lt;/span&gt; needing thee?&lt;br /&gt;--Ter Steegen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Well-beloved One, "died for desire of us."--Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7232714152555432681?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7232714152555432681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-o-lord-are-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7232714152555432681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7232714152555432681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-o-lord-are-enough.html' title='You, O Lord, are enough'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8244514286090154501</id><published>2009-07-14T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:03:34.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>So Let Go, Just Get In, Oh, It's So Amazing Here</title><content type='html'>The practice of silence gives us the opportunity to face our deepest fears and questions, with the express purpose of opening these up to God so he can meet us and lead us into healing. As [Larry Crabb, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Understanding People,&lt;/span&gt;] observes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solitude eventually offers a quiet gift of grace, a gift that comes whenever we are able to face ourselves honestly: the gift of compassion for who we are, as we are. As we allow ourselves to be known in solitude, we discover that we are known by love. Beyond the pain of self-discovery there is a love that does not condemn but calls us to itself. This love receives us as we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence also gives us the chance to habitually release our own agendas and our need to control everything--including God, if we're honest. When we let go, we can open up to what he wants to give. One of the greatest gifts that comes to us in the silence is that we come to understand that we are loved beyond anything we could ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; for God or for anyone else. As we begin to grasp the reality of God's loving presence in moments of silence, we begin to live and to choose from a centered place, a bedrock of settledness that is worth any price we have to pay to find it. --from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truths That Free Us,&lt;/span&gt; by Ruth Haley Barton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8244514286090154501?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8244514286090154501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-let-go-just-get-in-oh-its-so-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8244514286090154501'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может&lt;br /&gt;В душе моей угасла не совсем;&lt;br /&gt;Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;&lt;br /&gt;Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.&lt;br /&gt;Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,&lt;br /&gt;То робостью, то ревностью томим;&lt;br /&gt;Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,&lt;br /&gt;Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved you once; love still perhaps&lt;br /&gt;has not died out completely within my soul&lt;br /&gt;but it is better that you do not worry&lt;br /&gt;i do not want you to be sad about anything.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you silently, hopelessly,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes shyly, sometimes languishing zealously.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you so tenderly, so sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;that i pray God grant you another love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--A Pushkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-950715622057823673?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/950715622057823673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loved-you-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/950715622057823673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/950715622057823673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loved-you-once.html' title='I LOVED YOU ONCE'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7460959983262129988</id><published>2009-07-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:04:16.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so glad it&apos;s true'/><title type='text'>Oh, thank God...</title><content type='html'>The kind of work God usually calls you to is the kind of work...that the world most needs to have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet. --Frederick Buechner, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishful Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7460959983262129988?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7460959983262129988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7460959983262129988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7460959983262129988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-thank-god.html' title='Oh, thank God...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5481063345926062078</id><published>2009-07-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:00:52.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><title type='text'>Another song God can sing to me</title><content type='html'>How I wish you could see the potential&lt;br /&gt;The potential of you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's like a book elegantly bound&lt;br /&gt;But in a language that you can't read - just yet&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find, love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when outside your window&lt;br /&gt;I see my reflection as I slowly pass&lt;br /&gt;And I long for this mirrored perspective&lt;br /&gt;When we'll be lovers, lovers at last&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find, love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject my advances and desperate pleas&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you let me down so easily&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You gotta spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find, love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Death Cab For Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5481063345926062078?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5481063345926062078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-songs-god-can-sing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5481063345926062078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5481063345926062078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-songs-god-can-sing-to-me.html' title='Another song God can sing to me'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-57370906756943093</id><published>2009-07-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:05:09.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so glad it&apos;s true'/><title type='text'>Raising my glass, tending my lamp</title><content type='html'>"In the first century, generally a young woman would be married in her early teens, often at thirteen or fourteen. It would become known that she was now 'of age,' and her father would entertain offers from the fathers of young men who were interested in marrying her. If the fathers agreed on the terms of the marriage, there would be a celebration to honor the couple and announce their engagement. At this celebration, the groom would offer the young girl a cup of wine to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't have to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can reject the cup. She can say no to his offer of marriage. Even though everything has been arranged, she can still say no. It's up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the pressure on the young fella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is everybody you love the most, friends and parents and relatives, gathered in a room, watching to see if she will accept the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she says yes, the groom gives a sort of prepared speech about their future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if she takes the cup and drinks from it, that only means that they are engaged. They aren't married yet. Something still has to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or to be more precise, something has to be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she says yes, then the groom goes home and begins building and addition onto his family's home. This is where he and his bride will start their new family together. And so he works and works and works, building a place that they can call home. And here's the interesting part: he doesn't know when he's going to finish. Because he doesn't have the final say on whether it's ready. That's his father's decision. And so his father periodically inspects his work, looking to see if the quality of what the son is building properly honors his future bride. The father has considerations as well. If he has many sons, and they've all built additions, then his house is getting quite large. There are many rooms in it. This was called an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insula,&lt;/span&gt; a large multifamily dwelling. If the father had built his addition onto his father's house, then by now, several generations later, this is a large dwelling with rooms for a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future bride is at home, learning how to run a household. She also doesn't know  when the work will be done, so she's preparing herself for a date that's coming, she just doesn't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the day comes. The father inspects and tells the son that it's time. So the son gets his friends, and they set out for her house to get her. But how will he know what room is hers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll know because she has filled her lamp with oil each night and set it in the window, so that when he comes, he'll know which rooms is hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he goes to get her, and they gather their friends and family, and there's a giant procession back to his house, where the party starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when she takes the glass of wine at their engagement party and drinks from it, the groom says to her: "My father's house has plenty of room; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does his speech sound familiar? This is what Jesus says to his disciples in John 14:2-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus wants to assure his followers that they're going to be okay, that their future is secure, that they shouldn't let their hearts be troubled, he uses the wedding metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would have known exactly what he was talking about. They would have heard the groom's speech growing up, the ones who were married would have given it to their brides, and they all would have taken part in numerous wedding celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe heaven, Jesus uses an event they all had experienced and basically says, 'It's like that.' "&lt;br /&gt;--from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex God, &lt;/span&gt;by Rob Bell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-57370906756943093?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/57370906756943093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/raising-my-glass-tending-my-lamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/57370906756943093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/57370906756943093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/raising-my-glass-tending-my-lamp.html' title='Raising my glass, tending my lamp'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5444461641138410746</id><published>2009-07-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:44:00.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for God'/><title type='text'>Libera me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;               take me.&lt;br /&gt;               Liberate my soul.&lt;br /&gt;               Fill me with your love and&lt;br /&gt;               release me from the two worlds.&lt;br /&gt;               If I set my heart on anything but you&lt;br /&gt;               let fire burn me from inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;               take away what I want.&lt;br /&gt;               Take away what I do.&lt;br /&gt;               Take away what I need.&lt;br /&gt;               Take away everything&lt;br /&gt;               that takes me from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1001026764148745176-5444461641138410746?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5444461641138410746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/poems-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5444461641138410746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5444461641138410746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/poems-for-god.html' title='Libera me'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8312132384969846663</id><published>2009-07-05T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:02:21.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said it best'/><title type='text'>Burn, burn, burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8312132384969846663?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8312132384969846663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-burn-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8312132384969846663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8312132384969846663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-burn-burn.html' title='Burn, burn, burn'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-892358901566713708</id><published>2009-07-05T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:06:48.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Marianne Dashwood in me</title><content type='html'>For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh, for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses. We are destroying speculations and every lofty thing raised up against the knowledge of God, and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ, and we are ready to punish all disobedience, whenever your obedience is complete. You are looking at things as they are outwardly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Corinthians 10:3-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-892358901566713708?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/892358901566713708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-for-marianne-dashwood-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/892358901566713708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/892358901566713708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-for-marianne-dashwood-in-me.html' title='Hope for the Marianne Dashwood in me'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5678988054501148093</id><published>2009-07-03T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:17:58.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>In the midst of the heady perfumes of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because of you, in gardens          of blossoming flowers I ache from the&lt;br /&gt;      perfumes of spring.&lt;br /&gt;         I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;&lt;br /&gt;      how did your lips feel on mine?&lt;br /&gt;         Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the          parks,&lt;br /&gt;      the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.&lt;br /&gt;         I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten       &lt;br /&gt;      your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;         Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory          of&lt;br /&gt;      you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will&lt;br /&gt;      do me irreparable harm.&lt;br /&gt;         Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy          walls.&lt;br /&gt;         I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in          every&lt;br /&gt;      window.&lt;br /&gt;         Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because&lt;br /&gt;      of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting&lt;br /&gt;      stars, falling objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passions and Impressions, &lt;/span&gt;by Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5678988054501148093?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5678988054501148093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/heady-perfumes-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5678988054501148093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5678988054501148093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/07/heady-perfumes-of-summer.html' title='In the midst of the heady perfumes of summer'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5646545475104431060</id><published>2009-06-18T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:03:18.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>Hope on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For Abraham, when hope was gone, hoped on in faith. His faith never quailed." &lt;/span&gt;(Rom. 4:18, 19.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall never forget a remark that George Mueller once made to a gentleman who had asked him the best way to have strong faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;way," replied the patriarch of faith, "to learn strong faith is to endure great trials. I have learned my faith by standing firm amid severe testings." This is very true. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time to trust is when all else fails.--A. B. Simpson&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/1001026764148745176-5646545475104431060?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5646545475104431060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5646545475104431060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5646545475104431060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-on.html' title='Hope on'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5996897530652869972</id><published>2009-06-18T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:22:15.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials that explain the way i feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>No rain, no rainbows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J5W3u8lIuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J5W3u8lIuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5996897530652869972?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5996897530652869972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-rain-no-rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5996897530652869972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5996897530652869972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-rain-no-rainbows.html' title='No rain, no rainbows...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1319376487739382086</id><published>2009-06-15T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:08:07.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>Fix your thoughts on God instead of the pink elephant in the room</title><content type='html'>"Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you." Romans 12:1-2, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1319376487739382086?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1319376487739382086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/fix-your-thoughts-on-god-instead-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1319376487739382086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1319376487739382086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/fix-your-thoughts-on-god-instead-of.html' title='Fix your thoughts on God instead of the pink elephant in the room'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-4457527050767135063</id><published>2009-06-15T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:04:57.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>Struggling no longer...</title><content type='html'>Jacob got the victory and the blessing not by wrestling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but by clinging.&lt;/span&gt; His limb was out of joint and he could struggle no longer, but he would not let go. Unable to wrestle, he wound his arms around the neck of his mysterious antagonist and hung all his helpless weight upon him, until at last he conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....It is not when we press and urge our own will, but when humility and trust unite in saying, "Not my will, but Thine." We are strong with God only in the degree that self is conquered and is dead. Not by wrestling, but by clinging can we get the blessing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--J. R. Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4457527050767135063?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4457527050767135063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/struggling-no-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4457527050767135063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/4457527050767135063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/struggling-no-longer.html' title='Struggling no longer...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5802260189236727701</id><published>2009-06-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:19:00.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>Running in circles</title><content type='html'>STUMBLING THROUGH THE DARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love little girl&lt;br /&gt;So much in love little girl&lt;br /&gt;Running around in circles, why?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No less no more than a rose&lt;br /&gt;No less no more than a rose&lt;br /&gt;Try to attach a meaning&lt;br /&gt;To words that you've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who proceeded us here&lt;br /&gt;Left only questions and fears&lt;br /&gt;The vanity formed by beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's stumbling through the dark&lt;br /&gt;--The Jayhawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5802260189236727701?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5802260189236727701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-in-circles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5802260189236727701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5802260189236727701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-in-circles.html' title='Running in circles'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5272044985044076598</id><published>2009-06-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:40:59.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><title type='text'>It burns...</title><content type='html'>BOTHERED&lt;p&gt; Don’t be bothered by the fears&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to bottle them&lt;br /&gt;Like my mother’s perfume&lt;br /&gt;She wore it only on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Kept it safe in her room&lt;br /&gt;In a chest with a key&lt;br /&gt;We found it anyway &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don’t be bothered by the fears&lt;br /&gt;They’ll only join us like the sky&lt;br /&gt;That blushes red tonight&lt;br /&gt;And makes the wind die down&lt;br /&gt;Calms the troubled sea&lt;br /&gt;More out of duty than pleasure&lt;br /&gt;But out of pleasure nonetheless &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your fire burns me like a favorite song&lt;br /&gt;A song I should have know all along&lt;br /&gt;I feel you move like smoke in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And that is why &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don’t be bothered by the fears&lt;br /&gt;That sing from my eyes like carrillon&lt;br /&gt;Ringing only on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;On the roof down our street&lt;br /&gt;Finally over the river&lt;br /&gt;Ring for you ring for me&lt;br /&gt;Finally forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s just I never&lt;br /&gt;It’s just I never thought&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could be this free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Over the Rhine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5272044985044076598?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5272044985044076598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-burns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5272044985044076598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5272044985044076598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-burns.html' title='It burns...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2423782485235105503</id><published>2009-06-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:06:18.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>A hidden spring, just where you are</title><content type='html'>Judges 15.19; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En-hakkore, the well of him that cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Samson was hot and tired and thirsty there on the hill, thereafter known as The lifting up of the jaw-bon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e, or The casting away of the jaw-bone, or for short, The jaw. There was, I suppose, water underground, a hidden spring, as there is in so many hills, but Samson did not see it, did not know it was there. "He was sore athirst, and called on the Lord, and said, Thou hast given this great deliverance into the hand of Thy servant: and now shall I die for thirst? . . . But God clave an hollow place that was in the jaw, and there came water thereout; and when he had drunk, his spirit came again, and he revived." And he gave the place its beautiful name, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The well of him that cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been strengthened to win a victory perhaps over some inward foe, and have you suddenly found yourself tired out and sore athirst? Quite close, just where you are, there is water. Call, and the Lord will cause it to flow for you; some word of life will come to mind, some line of a hymn, some thought of peace, and your spirit will come again and you will be revived.&lt;br /&gt;--from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edges of His Ways, &lt;/span&gt;by Amy Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2423782485235105503?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2423782485235105503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-spring-just-where-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2423782485235105503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2423782485235105503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-spring-just-where-you-are.html' title='A hidden spring, just where you are'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-926126146506353307</id><published>2009-06-05T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:09:30.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>In need of steadfast endurance</title><content type='html'>Heb. 10.36: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye have need of patience [steadfast endurance], that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This verse made me think of how continually our Lord makes obedience the test of love: "He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth Me." (John 14.21) I was thinking, too of how each act of obedience opens a window in Heaven, and light pours through upon the soul that obeys, and it walks on in that Heavenly light; whereas, just as certainly, the least disobedience shuts the window. No more light can come through. Then I came on this verse in Hebrews, which makes patience the link between obedience and receiving in their fulness the promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this bear upon our life to-day? Well, first I think that obedience is taken for granted (a disobedient child is not even contemplated). Can God take my obedience for granted? If He cannot, there can be only one reason: "He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he it is that loveth Me." &lt;/span&gt;If I disobey, it must be because I love someone else more. Who? But if that point has been passed, and the soul loves its Lord better than itself, and some word of His has been obeyed, or some urging in prayer yielded to, then may come the need of steadfast endurance. I think it often does. Lord, give to us all to obey and to endure, that even we may receive, for the enriching of our lives, Thy "exceeding great and precious promises." (2 Pet. 1.4)--from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edges of His Ways, &lt;/span&gt;by Amy Carmichael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-926126146506353307?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/926126146506353307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-need-of-steadfast-endurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/926126146506353307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/926126146506353307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-need-of-steadfast-endurance.html' title='In need of steadfast endurance'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-669634521283408550</id><published>2009-05-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:20:28.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i made'/><title type='text'>A Poem for Melanie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>BESTEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory was the day you performed&lt;br /&gt;the magic show in Miss Sullivan’s class&lt;br /&gt;You invited me to your Cabbage Patch party;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my Cyndi Lauper record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fifth grade we were close enough to share the same coat&lt;br /&gt;and dress up as the two-headed roller skater&lt;br /&gt;Slipped on Isotoners to cat-foot it onto Garfield’s street&lt;br /&gt;and “spy” on passing cars&lt;br /&gt;took them off to face-paint the soles of our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bum-bum, kitty-kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the rapists and Jersey barriers play&lt;br /&gt;Crossed-dressed and ran from Mugsy and men in Broncos&lt;br /&gt;Snorted Smarties and trafficked gumballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished on the same shooting star&lt;br /&gt;Waited 40 years to jump off the ironing board&lt;br /&gt;and for you to clean the bunny cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched the ride to Nana’s&lt;br /&gt;laughing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop having fun back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put our heads together to make&lt;br /&gt;my brown eyes, yours, blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one kidney, my two&lt;br /&gt;Always one more than you&lt;br /&gt;I’d give you both&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-669634521283408550?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/669634521283408550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-for-melanies-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/669634521283408550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/669634521283408550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-for-melanies-birthday.html' title='A Poem for Melanie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7725265099233546075</id><published>2009-05-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:07:38.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Roof Africa'/><title type='text'>Do not be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;from the blog OneRoofAfrica.com: "Old habits--like clutching your food so no one else at the orphanage takes it from you--die hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading again about Sterling's understandable fear reminded me of something a woman I highly admire used to say to her often fearful and anxious son: "Joshua, don't be afraid." Not long-winded, but straight to the point and a good reminder. How often does God have to whisper that to us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not be afraid..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-from the song, "A New Law", by Derek Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7725265099233546075?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7725265099233546075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-not-be-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7725265099233546075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7725265099233546075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-not-be-afraid.html' title='Do not be afraid'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-7009903757788614632</id><published>2009-05-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:10:52.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I&apos;m learning'/><title type='text'>Hanging on God alone</title><content type='html'>"They were to be alone with God, for they were not dealing with the laws of nature, nor human government, nor the church, nor the priesthood, nor even with the great prophet of God, but they must needs be isolated from all creatures, from all leaning circumstances, from all props of human reason, and swung off, as it were, into the vast blue inter-stellar space, hanging on God alone, in touch with the fountain of miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here is a part in the programme of God's dealings, a secret chamber of isolation in prayer and faith which every soul must enter that is very fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;   There are times and places where God will form a mysterious wall around us, and cut away all props, and all the ordinary ways of doing things, and shut us up to something Divine, which is utterly new and unexpected, something that old circumstances do not fit into, where we do not know just what will happen, where God is cutting the cloth of our lives on a new pattern, where He makes us look to Himself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most religious people live in a sort of treadmill life, where they can calculate almost everything that will happen, but the souls that God leads out into immediate and special dealings, He shuts in where all they know is that God has hold of them, and is dealing with them, and their expectation is from Him alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like [the] widow, we must be detached from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outward&lt;/span&gt; things and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attached inwardly to the Lord alone&lt;/span&gt; in order to see His wonders.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-7009903757788614632?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/7009903757788614632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-on-god-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7009903757788614632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/7009903757788614632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-on-god-alone.html' title='Hanging on God alone'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-8641496742708455861</id><published>2009-05-22T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:11:44.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telling myself the truth'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Sunday...</title><content type='html'>SOUTHBOROUGH  L’ABRI  NEWSLETTER,   SPRING/SUMMER,  2009&lt;br /&gt;49 Lynbrook Road,  Southborough, MA  01772&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....There are two ways to experience a story. The first way is when you know the ending and are re-reading or re-hearing it. The second is when you don’t know the end or any of the events until they happen. The first can have greater depth and the second has the intensity of suspense in uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;         Many of us know how Bible stories are going to turn out. This is a good thing, but also a liability. If we know a story well it is easy to have a sense that the end was natural, obvious or inevitable. Anybody could have seen it coming. Easter follows Good Friday. It always has. There are no surprises there. We cannot pretend to “not know” about Easter Sunday, but we can try to put ourselves in the shoes of the people who thought that Good Friday was the end of the story of Jesus. If we don’t do that, we miss out on a lot that we need to learn. The problem at hand is that we all live our own lives in the second way, learning of events only as they happen and not knowing how our story will end. We are all future-blind and we need to learn how to live that way, but by faith. The early followers of Jesus could not “fast forward” to Easter Sunday, just as we can’t “fast forward” over times of darkness, grief and disappointment in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I think it is hard for us to realize the kind of catastrophe Good Friday was to the disciples. So many hopes smashed, so much grief, helpless outrage and bewilderment. How could they have gotten it so wrong? Where was God? It was too hard to imagine that God the Father had failed or that Jesus had failed either. But what had gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         There is new interest in Saturday, “Holy Saturday”, but it is not because the Bible tells us much about what took place that day. It was the Sabbath, so the main thing they had to do was to be still. But imagine what it meant for them to be still after what had just happened the day before – their Savior, their Lord, their Hope, their Friend and their God, the one they had given up everything to follow, had just been tortured to death. They couldn’t do any of the normal things to distract themselves because it was the Sabbath. They were stuck having to stay still, think about it, and worship God. But where had God been yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somehow, they had no hope for his resurrection. When the news first came to them from the women who had been to the tomb on Sunday morning, they considered it “nonsense”, “an idle tale”.  Why? My guess is that whenever Jesus had predicted his crucifixion, the disciples had been so adamant to dissuade him from even thinking about his death, that they never heard him when he went on to speak of his resurrection. Whatever the reason, they lived Friday, all day Saturday and the start of Sunday morning with grief, confusion and without hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One implication of all this is that God in his wisdom seems to have allowed his people to go through this time of darkness and even despair, to look into a chasm of hopelessness. It seems also that he allows this to happen to us also, as we live out our life’s story without knowing future events or having a fast forward button available. Most of us have gone through times of bewilderment and despair. Many who come here as students certainly have, but have been taught that despair should not happen to “good Christians” and so do not think they even have the right to talk about it. Thank God that people in the Biblical account did not feel so constrained! God seems to allow these times for reasons that are in any final sense, unknown to us. But perhaps a partial reason might be that we can learn things that we cannot learn when everything is working according to our plans. His presence is with us even when we feel that we are experiencing his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Easter Sunday was a time of lights switching on all over the place, lights of understanding and hope. Suddenly Jesus as king could be taken seriously again. The idea of Jesus as High Priest could be taken seriously for the first time – that his death was his own intentional, once for all sacrifice for the sins of all those who would ever trust in him. So much of his teaching began to make sense to them, sense that it never had made before. They could suddenly see how he was the “good shepherd who laid down his life for the sheep”, the “lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         So, as we hear the story of Jesus, knowing its ending, let’s still try to experience it from the shoes of those who couldn’t see Easter coming. If we dare to look into the dark of their hopelessness, we may learn more about the brightness of the lights that came on at the resurrection, and that are still shining. That way we may also learn something about navigating our own future-blind lives by faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-8641496742708455861?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/8641496742708455861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-for-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8641496742708455861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/8641496742708455861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-for-sunday.html' title='Waiting for Sunday...'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-9074202042017244603</id><published>2009-05-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:09:23.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Hedonism'/><title type='text'>Waveringly unwavering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive an inheritance, obeyed." (Heb. 11:8.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; he went, he knew not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;; it was enough for him to know that he went with God. He leant not so much upon the promises as upon the Promiser. He looked not on the difficulties of his lot, but on the King, eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, who had deigned to appoint his course, and would certainly vindicate Himself. O glorious faith! This is thy work, these are thy possibilities; contentment to sail with sealed orders, because of unwavering confidence in the wisdom of the Lord High Admiral; willinghood to rise up, leave all, and follow Christ, because of the glad assurance that earth's best cannot bear comparison with Heaven's least. -F.B.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-9074202042017244603?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/9074202042017244603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/waveringly-unwavering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9074202042017244603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9074202042017244603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/waveringly-unwavering.html' title='Waveringly unwavering'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2065949000762047239</id><published>2009-05-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:21:16.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>I don't mind if I am getting nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OvACG34NvM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OvACG34NvM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I am getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;circling the seed of light&lt;br /&gt;I've been greedy for some destination&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but can't find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five colors blind the eyes&lt;br /&gt;see the world inside&lt;br /&gt;amazed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I am getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;circling the seed of truth&lt;br /&gt;Telling everything but saying nothing&lt;br /&gt;I went further than I knew&lt;br /&gt;giving meaning a resuscitation&lt;br /&gt;the darkest soul illuminates&lt;br /&gt;the sky is changing I'm unknowing knowing&lt;br /&gt;as every sign of new life waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five colors blind the eyes&lt;br /&gt;see the world inside&lt;br /&gt;amazed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening my hands...closing wounds I made myself&lt;br /&gt;raise the dead and bury all my fears&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the bells that ring in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;turning time to break its line from here&lt;br /&gt;to the small forgotten road&lt;br /&gt;where we see the concrete world disintegrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I am getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;circling the seed of light&lt;br /&gt;I've been greedy for some destination&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but can't find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2065949000762047239?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2065949000762047239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-mind-if-i-am-getting-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2065949000762047239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2065949000762047239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-mind-if-i-am-getting-nowhere.html' title='I don&apos;t mind if I am getting nowhere'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3444278546240779421</id><published>2009-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:14:53.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approved Unto God</title><content type='html'>ABANDONED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned to the Holy Ghost!&lt;br /&gt;Seeking all His fullness at whatever cost;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting all the shore-lines, launching in the deep&lt;br /&gt;Of His mighty power--strong to save and keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned to the Holy Ghost!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! the sinking, sinking, until self is lost!&lt;br /&gt;Until the emptied vessel lies broken at His feet;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till His filling shall make the work complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned to the will of God;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for no other path than my Master trod;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving ease and pleasure, making Him my choice,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for His guidance, listening for His voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned! no will of my own;&lt;br /&gt;For time and for eternity, His, and His alone&lt;br /&gt;All my plans and purposes lost in His sweet will,&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing, yet in Him all things possessing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned! 'tis so sweet to be&lt;br /&gt;Captive in His bonds of love, yet so wondrous free;&lt;br /&gt;Free from sin's entanglements, free from doubt and fear,&lt;br /&gt;Free from every worry, burden, grief or care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly abandoned! oh, the rest is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;As I tarry, waiting, at His blessed feet;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the coming of the Guest divine,&lt;br /&gt;Who my inmost being shall perfectly refine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo! He comes and fills me, Holy Spirit sweet!&lt;br /&gt;I, in Him, am satisfied! I, in Him, complete!&lt;br /&gt;And the light within my soul shall nevermore grow dim&lt;br /&gt;While I keep my covenant--abandoned unto Him!&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3444278546240779421?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3444278546240779421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/approved-unto-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3444278546240779421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3444278546240779421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/approved-unto-god.html' title='Approved Unto God'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-3032627530589608422</id><published>2009-05-19T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:41:22.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><title type='text'>A song God can sing to me</title><content type='html'>Yes, I just Rick-rolled my own blog. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP&lt;br /&gt;We’re no strangers to love&lt;br /&gt;You know the rules and so do I&lt;br /&gt;A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t get this from any other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve know each other for so long&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s been aching&lt;br /&gt;But you’re too shy to say it&lt;br /&gt;Inside we both know what’s been going on&lt;br /&gt;We know the game and we’re gonna play it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me how I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give, give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give, give you up&lt;br /&gt;-Rick Astley (you know it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-3032627530589608422?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/3032627530589608422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-god-can-sing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3032627530589608422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/3032627530589608422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-god-can-sing-to-me.html' title='A song God can sing to me'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-9027099794273272475</id><published>2009-05-12T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:23:05.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that explain the way i feel'/><title type='text'>An in-between time</title><content type='html'>THE SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go, can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, and i don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down, make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;To be something i'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i just can't get enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go, can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but i don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;I know i've got to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like a giant spotlight&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the signs&lt;br /&gt;And synchronize in time&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;They've got a ticket to the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my money back&lt;br /&gt;i want my money back&lt;br /&gt;i want my money back&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-9027099794273272475?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/9027099794273272475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-between-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9027099794273272475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/9027099794273272475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-between-time.html' title='An in-between time'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-4230676539110856421</id><published>2009-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:26:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My food is to do your will</title><content type='html'>THE CHRIST OF OBEDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Crucified Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I gaze on you;&lt;br /&gt;but the more I gaze&lt;br /&gt;the less I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body trembles&lt;br /&gt;as I ponder your words&lt;br /&gt;to the Father:&lt;br /&gt;“My food is to do your will&lt;br /&gt;and to drink of the cup&lt;br /&gt;you have prepared for me,&lt;br /&gt;even though bitter and terrifying.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified Lord,&lt;br /&gt;do you understand my terror?&lt;br /&gt;Do you empathize with my inability&lt;br /&gt;to surrender to your love&lt;br /&gt;and to say “yes”&lt;br /&gt;in obedience to the Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for I would like to surrender . . .&lt;br /&gt;But only with your help&lt;br /&gt;will I be able to echo with my being&lt;br /&gt;the painful “fiat” of your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bishop William Giaquinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-4230676539110856421?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/4230676539110856421/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-2180400810497422720</id><published>2009-05-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:41:48.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijacked songs/pop songs for God'/><title type='text'>More Pop Songs to Sing to God</title><content type='html'>NO ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cuz&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I&lt;br /&gt;feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cuz&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I&lt;br /&gt;feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try to&lt;br /&gt;divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So til the end of time I'm&lt;br /&gt;telling you there is no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I&lt;br /&gt;feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alicia Keys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-2180400810497422720?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/2180400810497422720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pop-songs-to-sing-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2180400810497422720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/2180400810497422720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pop-songs-to-sing-to-god.html' title='More Pop Songs to Sing to God'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-1848723102659585621</id><published>2009-04-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:59:51.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smaller than I had been</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then the lion said -- but I don't know if it spoke -- 'You will have to let me undress you.' I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off,  it hurt worse than anything I've ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know -- if you've ever picked the scab off a sore place. It hurts like billy -- oh but it is such fun to see it coming away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know exactly what you mean, " said Edmund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well,  he peeled the beastly stuff right off -- just as I thought I'd done it myself the other three times,  only they hadn't hurt -- and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker,  and darker,  and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me -- I didn't like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I'd no skin on -- and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I'd turned into a boy again." [115-116]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-1848723102659585621?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/1848723102659585621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/smaller-than-i-had-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1848723102659585621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/1848723102659585621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/smaller-than-i-had-been.html' title='Smaller than I had been'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-5589236861809983002</id><published>2009-04-30T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:24:03.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i made'/><title type='text'>WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST</title><content type='html'>You try&lt;br /&gt;and you fail&lt;br /&gt;and you try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hit walls&lt;br /&gt;and roadblocks&lt;br /&gt;and street signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave&lt;br /&gt;and you go&lt;br /&gt;and you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find&lt;br /&gt;at least one&lt;br /&gt;at least one&lt;br /&gt;who has been touched&lt;br /&gt;who has been affected&lt;br /&gt;who has been changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Written after watching "Born into Brothels" for the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-5589236861809983002?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/5589236861809983002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-all-hope-is-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5589236861809983002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/5589236861809983002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-all-hope-is-lost.html' title='WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001026764148745176.post-6218886578787156469</id><published>2009-04-30T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:31:31.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer LP</title><content type='html'>God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;To accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;And the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living one day at a time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accepting hardships as a pathway to peace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As it is, not as I would have it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trusting that You will make all things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I surrender to Your will; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So that I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And supremely happy with You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever in the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, if you haven't checked out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; http://oneroofafrica.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;yet, DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1001026764148745176-6218886578787156469?l=scaricari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/feeds/6218886578787156469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/serenity-prayer-lp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6218886578787156469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1001026764148745176/posts/default/6218886578787156469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaricari.blogspot.com/2009/04/serenity-prayer-lp.html' title='The Serenity Prayer LP'/><author><name>Scaricari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572303195360516347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCsc2ES_EBg/SWd60y4AaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/py-E806Wfa0/S220/DSCN1012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
