<?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-4799013497755117054</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:45:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time For Every Season</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-2338848552497445775</id><published>2010-03-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:57:56.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you wanted me</title><content type='html'>I'll admit I'm glad we're not disciples&lt;br /&gt;Out on a lake paralyzed with fright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm afraid I might have laughed at Peter&lt;br /&gt;Until he stepped into that stormy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You wanted me to walk on water&lt;br /&gt;Why'd You make this solid ground seem so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm glad I'm not King David&lt;br /&gt;Ruling over everything I see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I think I've fallen for more than Bathsheba&lt;br /&gt;Your creation's a temptation for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You wanted me to love You only&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm glad I'm not John the Baptist&lt;br /&gt;In a jail cell waiting for my day to die&lt;br /&gt;'Cause at least down here I know what we're chasing&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to trust Your dreams are so much better than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You wanted me to die to myself&lt;br /&gt;Why'd You make me fall so deeply in love with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You wanted me to surrender&lt;br /&gt;Why'd You make these hands able to hold on so tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You wanted me to be like You&lt;br /&gt;Why'd You make me like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Todd Agnew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-2338848552497445775?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/2338848552497445775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=2338848552497445775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2338848552497445775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2338848552497445775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-wanted-me.html' title='If you wanted me'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-57314560528161131</id><published>2009-10-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:41:47.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"If only my one heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was all you'd gain from all it cost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I know you would have still been a man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To willingly offer your life"&lt;/strong&gt; - From &lt;u&gt;'Sea Of Faces&lt;/u&gt; 'by Kutless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on the radio the other day. It's one of those songs that I know all the words to by heart. Yet I never truly knew the words. I was sitting quite in my car listening to this song as I was driving home. I was truly listening to the words this time. When I heard those lines, it awoke something deep inside me. I don't think we could ever truly grasp what the Lord did for us by laying down his life. Even if I was the only one who was saved by what he did, he would have still done it. That's how much he loves me. Even if &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; where the only one who was saved by what he did, he would have still done it. He loves &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we go about our busy lives and forget this simple truth. It's one thing knowing that he died for me, for you, for all your christian friends, but its another to know that he died for people you hate. People who you might believe have no reason to be loved. The bible tells us that Jesus came for &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; mankind. That means he died for the terrorist who crashed the plane on 9/11, he died for serial killers and people who worship satan. And he would have died for them even if they where the only ones saved. Now I'm not saying that what these people do is right, what I am saying is Jesus loves them just the same as he loves me and just the same as he loves you. I am talking to myself as much as anyone else. I to often forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the truth project Dr. Del Tackett talks about how we should view non-Christians as 'prisoners of war'. This was an eye opener for me. I always knew that Christ loved all, and that we are called to tell others about the good news of Christ, but I would view the people I didn't like as the enemy. That I had to try and convince the enemy to change sides. But seeing them as POW's makes me view them so different. Instead of fighting them, we are supposed to show them how to be rescued, how to be saved in Christ Jesus. Most do not even know that they have been taken by the enemy. They are meant to be on our side but satan has blinded their eyes. In &lt;strong&gt;Luke 23:34&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus said, "&lt;em&gt;Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Christan's pray for the Lord to come quickly, but I would challenge you to pray that he would hold out just one more day. The bible says in &lt;strong&gt;2 Peter 3:9&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance&lt;/em&gt;." One more day that one more soul might be saved. I understand both sides of this. Yes I want to go home. I want to be with my Lord in perfect peace where there is no more tears, no more pain. But I also long for those who are going to hell. Its easy for us to pray for those we love. Our family, friends, co-workers, but the Lord wants not ONE to perish. I urge you to pray for the drug dealers, the prostitutes and the murders. Not that they would go unpunished, but that they would find repentance in Christ Jesus. Pray for him to hold out just one more day. Just one more, for that one soul can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song said "If only my one heart was all you'd gain from all it cost, well I know you would have still been a man with a reason to willingly offer your life" What if that one heart belonged to the murder, the gang-banger, or the Neo-Nazi? Would we still want to pray for the Lord to hold out one more day? I challenge you to not just pray these things because it's the right thing to do, but because you truly wish for all to be saved. Don't just sit around at pray for them to find repentance, but get out and show them his love as well. Christ went to the broken, to the outcasts and showed them his love. We are called to do the same. In the end, it is their choice, but I know that in my heart I need to be at peace that I did what I could to show them his love. Even if that just means living a Godly life for all to see. Not all are called to be missionaries, but all are called to evangelize in whatever way that might be. I pray that the Lord would give you HIS heart for the lost, and HIS strength to reach beyond your comfort zone to those who are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for dieing for me. Thank you for dieing for the world. Thank you so very much that you care about each and every person. That you see us as our own and love everyone individually. And I would ask that you would forgive us of those times we so often forget this. I pray that everything I have written came from you and not from me. Please open our eyes and open our hearts to your love. Praise you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-57314560528161131?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/57314560528161131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=57314560528161131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/57314560528161131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/57314560528161131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-my-one-heart-was-all-youd-gain.html' title='My One Heart'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-884573545824975634</id><published>2008-06-03T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:55:10.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have not noticed</title><content type='html'>I love to post song lyrics. I think just cuz I cant always express what I want to say and well, they can. These songs just speak to me. The first one you can hear on my myspace page.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Bring you back by Paul Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you thirsty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing in the rain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure where you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or how you lost your way?&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drowning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In some bar outside of town? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Searching for something given not found? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A crowd of people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But totally alone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the front door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But worlds away from home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Light up the night's last regret and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burn your only safety net and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Step to the edge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's such a long way down and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I left the ninety-nine to find the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked a thousand miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this desert sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to bring you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of chasing the wind under water? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you aspire to breathe again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you dying? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that the best that you can do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you can't find your place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a world that wasn't meant for you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left the ninety-nine to find the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked a thousand miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this desert sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to bring you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, it's me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just counting sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm missing you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, it's me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just counting sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left the ninety-nine to find the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're the one I walked a thousand miles in this desert sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to bring you back. I left the ninety-nine to find the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked a thousand miles in this desert sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to bring you back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to bring you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke 15:4&lt;br /&gt;"If you had one hundred sheep, and one of them strayed away and was lost in the wilderness, wouldn’t you leave the ninety–nine others to go and search for the lost one until you found it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Give me your eyes by Brandon Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look down from a broken sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traced out by the city lights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My world from a mile high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best seat in the house tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch down on the cold black top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on for the sudden stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breath in the familiar shock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of confusion and chaos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those people going somewhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why have I never cared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything that I keep missing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for humanity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me you heart for the ones forgotten &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step out on a busy street &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See a girl and our eyes meet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does her best to smile at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To hide what’s underneath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s a man just to her right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too ashamed to tell his wife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s out of work, He’s buying time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve been here a million times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of million eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just move and pass me by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I never thought that I was wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a second glance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a second chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see the way you’ve seen the people all along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-884573545824975634?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/884573545824975634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=884573545824975634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/884573545824975634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/884573545824975634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-have-not-noticed.html' title='If you have not noticed'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-1928017936252413615</id><published>2008-05-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:36:38.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream by ZoeGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anybody know how I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm numb, sometimes I'm overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anybody care what's going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I have to wear my scars like a badge on my arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you to see me, I need release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I have to scream for you to hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I have to bleed for you to see me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I grieve, you're not listening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I need to scream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has anybody seen what's been done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where was my defense? No one heard my protest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The eyes of God were watching me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to make my peace, let it go and be released&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been marked, set apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm cut so deep and afraid of the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One drop of blood from the hole in Your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is enough to heal me and make me stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to scream for Him to hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't have to bleed for Him to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm clean, He is listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't have to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, does this ever tell it like it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-1928017936252413615?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/1928017936252413615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=1928017936252413615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/1928017936252413615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/1928017936252413615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/05/scream-by-zoegirl.html' title='Scream by ZoeGirl'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-3326489271009501237</id><published>2008-04-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:05:53.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK! Im a whore. And a forgiven one at that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did it!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After 19 1/2 years........... I finally surrendered it all to Christ. &lt;strong&gt;Every&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bit of me&lt;/strong&gt;! I had surrendered in parts, but never truly like I did yesterday. I am finally where I need to be. Of course not saying I'm done growing! Heck no! I am just getting started. But this is just one more step closer to him. I am going to have to work on it for the rest of my life, remembering to surrender to him fully, but he's good. He won't leave me high and dry. Oh gosh, I love the &lt;strong&gt;LORD&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say, I'm pretty darn impressed with the truth project. This last one.....wow. The all mighty &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; dwelling &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;? Not just a part of him, but &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of him?! I am now invited into the &lt;strong&gt;God-head&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cool to think about, God is in me.God is in you. Really think about that. Now that does not mean we are like God, or that we are God. Heck no! I know myself are you kidding me? I would be a scary god! I wouldn't even want to worship me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was also so &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;convicting. Just looking at my thought life, how I struggle with that! I hardly have any outside sin, but the things in my mind. God forgive me! I have become a whore in my search for significance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly if someone says 'God, today your not enough for me.' It doesn't seem to weigh much because guess what, we do it every day. But comparing that to a husband waking up and saying to his wife ' you know? your just not enough for me today. I am going to go find my fulfillment somewhere else.' Or every morning a wife waking up and telling her husband ' gosh you really aren't doing it for me. I'm going to find something/someone better, but you better be here when I come back!' That is what it is like when we turn and look for our satisfaction and our significance in things other then God. The bible portrays this as whoring yourself or prostituting ones self out. This is how God feels and sees it when we turn away from him, even if its for the slightest things, if they become our significance, we are lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The amazing thing is though, God forgives us if we ask him to. As far as the east is from the west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHECK! I'm a whore. And a forgiven one at that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-3326489271009501237?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/3326489271009501237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=3326489271009501237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/3326489271009501237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/3326489271009501237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-im-whore-and-forgiven-one-at-that.html' title='CHECK! Im a whore. And a forgiven one at that!'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-2986668372002463360</id><published>2008-04-26T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:55:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late</title><content type='html'>"So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;You say now you loved me all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made you hesitate to tell me with words what you really feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say&lt;br /&gt;I remember so along ago, &lt;strong&gt;see I felt that same way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insignificantly enough we both have significant others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only time will tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will turn and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could have been lovers&lt;/strong&gt; but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts they change and times they rearrange&lt;strong&gt; I don't know who you are anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves come and go and this I know &lt;strong&gt;I'm not who you recall anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;strong&gt; you're so much more&lt;/strong&gt; than I remember&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but entertain these thoughts, &lt;strong&gt;thoughts of us together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but &lt;strong&gt;at least you're still my day late friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All these years and you were no where to be found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now you want me for your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're a day late and my love, she's still renowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could have been more&lt;/strong&gt; but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-2986668372002463360?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/2986668372002463360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=2986668372002463360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2986668372002463360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2986668372002463360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-late.html' title='A Day Late'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-2957317304446180672</id><published>2008-04-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:28:21.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loved One</title><content type='html'>If only you could see the truth. I wish I could show you your going to hell. No it's not a party, it's not a joke. it's eternal torment. It's all seperation from God. Why wont you listen to me? Why can't you just beleive me? I don't want to leave without you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-2957317304446180672?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/2957317304446180672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=2957317304446180672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2957317304446180672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2957317304446180672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-loved-one.html' title='Dear Loved One'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-454146952812238298</id><published>2008-04-06T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:12:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Even Angels Cry"</title><content type='html'>I whisper,"You don't have to worry, we'll survive"&lt;br /&gt;Forced smiles underneath the brittle, frozen light&lt;br /&gt;No proof that you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Cold fingers find the curve below your tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;No comfort in familiar places, not this time&lt;br /&gt;You hold it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sister, if you wake up in the night&lt;br /&gt;Walls are falling, letting in the light&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flood warnings, still the waters rise&lt;br /&gt;Flowers through asphalt, Diamonds in the pockets of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turn your face and hide&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman with ribbons in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Old and lonely, so beautiful I had to stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;The well will not run dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sister, if you wake up in the night&lt;br /&gt;Walls are falling, letting in the light&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sister, if you wake up in the night&lt;br /&gt;Walls are falling, letting in the light&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry Sister, if you wake up in the night&lt;br /&gt;Walls are falling, letting in the light&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jars Of Clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most amazing Band to ever walk this earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-454146952812238298?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/454146952812238298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=454146952812238298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/454146952812238298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/454146952812238298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/04/even-angels-cry.html' title='&quot;Even Angels Cry&quot;'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-5169242638317858513</id><published>2008-03-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:03:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, Lover Of MY Soul</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow. wow. thats pretty crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most amazing talk with a beautiful lady today. We spent about 2 hours just talking about God. You know how cool that is? It's pretty darn cool! It's so good to find someone who understands how I feel about my relationship with God and being single. It's like I almost don't want a guy cuz I know that would take away from my time with the Lord! It's so nice to know I am not a crazy person! well not too crazy anyways. I love the Lord sooo much. He is mine and I am his. It makes me happy!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-5169242638317858513?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/5169242638317858513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=5169242638317858513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/5169242638317858513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/5169242638317858513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-lover-of-my-soul.html' title='Jesus, Lover Of MY Soul'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-4096333290887906085</id><published>2008-03-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:10:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Robinson</title><content type='html'>Jesus Loves You More Than You Could Know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-4096333290887906085?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/4096333290887906085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=4096333290887906085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4096333290887906085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4096333290887906085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/mrs-robinson.html' title='Mrs. Robinson'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-4435623600823956416</id><published>2008-03-26T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:56:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R-qQM6Zwa5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/avXjRzCRANo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182112872753294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R-qQM6Zwa5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/avXjRzCRANo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man I love my cousin Mike(the one next to me). He is such a sweet heart! : ) To bad he is going back to Alaska. He's practical my only guy cousin my age. I want to go see him this summer. Pray Pray Pray !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-4435623600823956416?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/4435623600823956416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=4435623600823956416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4435623600823956416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4435623600823956416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-rocks.html' title='Family Rocks'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R-qQM6Zwa5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/avXjRzCRANo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-4079070346896590737</id><published>2008-03-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:55:11.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, which voice is yours?</title><content type='html'>It's pretty crazy how one little thing can cause so much trouble. Satan is so tricky, let me tell you. He knows how to get you where it hurts the most.  Oh if only we as humans were not so selfish! We make it so easy for him by using the "&lt;em&gt;what about me&lt;/em&gt;?" state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a glimpse of the jealously God feels for us. It was intense. It scared me more then anything I have ever felt before. But I needed it. God disciplined me. Oh My GOSH it hurt. hurt more then anything I could imagine, but it was good. God put me back where I should be. And I thank him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the passion of the Christ last night. Wow. The whole time I was thinking. This is how I think of it. Jesus is our husband yes? Ok. So there he is, loving me so much, that he would go through all of that just for me. Let me tell you when you look at it that way it makes a difference. I just keep thinking, I'm a slave to satan. I'm blinded by lies and told that this man is the enemy. I'm the one beating him, I'm the one yelling for his death. I killed him. Yet I don't know that he is my husband. He suffered and went through all this because he know that I would one day see the truth and would be free from satans grip. Man.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a sobering movie. And to think that can't even come close to what he went through. Not only the physical stuff, but every sin of every soul was on him that day. He became sin, for me. Because he loved me. I get so gosh darn mad at myself sometimes. How easily do I forget? How often does my mind wander to things not of the Lord? I am just thankful for his grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-4079070346896590737?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/4079070346896590737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=4079070346896590737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4079070346896590737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/4079070346896590737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-which-voice-is-yours.html' title='God, which voice is yours?'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-7473611842320082941</id><published>2008-03-19T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:20:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Godly Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an blip taken from the book I am reading called 'I kissed dating goodbye' by Joshua Harris. Here he talks about having godly relationships with the opposite sex. This is really neat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affection:&lt;br /&gt;   I'm the oldest of seven kids in my family. I have five brothers and one sister. I love all my brothers, but little Sarah has a special place in my heart. There's an affection for her that's unique. My brothers understand and feel the same way about her. We want to protect her and care for her. She's our sister, and that means something very precious.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   This is what Paul was getting at when he instructed Timothy to treat the younger women as sisters. Ladies, the reverse is true for you: God wants you to view the younger men as brothers. Totally separate from romantic interest and dating. We're to care deeply about each other. In another place Paul describes more of what this looks like: "Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other" (Romans 12:10, NLT).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Do you have this kind of godly affection for brothers and sisters? Do you pray for them? Do you look for ways to encourage them in their walk with God? Do you delight in honoring them? One of the small groups in my church comprised of single men and women has done a great job of fostering this kind of environment. On one occasion the men in the group planned a special dinner for the ladies, served all the food, and even had special gifts for each girl. After the meal the men shared reasons why they respected and valued the friendship of each girl. This is genuine affection!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   It's important to be consistent--don't show kindness only to those people you have a romantic interest in. Instead show kindness to all your brothers and sisters. This isn't flirting for the purpose of stirring romantic interest in someone; it's showing Christlike brotherly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by Side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gentlemen, are you the kind of friend to the girls in your life that you will one day hear from their husbands, "thank you for being a brother to my wife"? Ladies, do you relate you your guy friends in a way that would make their future wives want to seek you out and thank you for being a sister to their husbands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   When we're single, we can become obsessed with the questions of how we're going to get to know our future husband or wife. "how do we have the friendship &lt;em&gt;we need&lt;/em&gt; in order to one day get married?"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   It's not wrong to ask these questions, but I think we need to see that an even more important question is, "How can I start being the kind of friend to the opposite sex that they &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;?" We need to take our focus off of ourselves and look for ways to serve those around us.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   God wants us to neither run from each other nor use each other in an indulgent pursuit of short-term romance. He's calling us to be firmly committed to biblical friendships. In brother-sister relationships, men and women spur each other on to godliness- they stand against wickedness together, they seek God together, they honor one another and grow in grace side by side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-7473611842320082941?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/7473611842320082941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=7473611842320082941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/7473611842320082941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/7473611842320082941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-godly-relationships.html' title='On Godly Relationships'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-3907842030633399262</id><published>2008-03-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:43:25.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, I really need to get out more. Poo on the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts soon!!! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-3907842030633399262?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/3907842030633399262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=3907842030633399262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/3907842030633399262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/3907842030633399262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-i-really-need-to-get-out-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-1891764932687301623</id><published>2008-03-18T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:55:31.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna set the world on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hold this song close to my heart. It holds more meaning for me then most I think. It makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set The World On Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna set the world on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Until it’s burning bright for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s everything that I desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can I be the one You use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I, I am small but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You, You are big enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I, I am weak but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You, You are strong enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Come and give them wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lord with You There’s nothing I can not do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing I cannot do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna feed the hungry children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And reach across the farthest land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And tell the broken there is healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And mercy in the Father’s hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My hands my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My life, my love Lord, use me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna set the world on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna set the world on fire, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m gonna set the world on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Set the world on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-1891764932687301623?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/1891764932687301623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=1891764932687301623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/1891764932687301623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/1891764932687301623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-set-world-on-fire.html' title='I wanna set the world on fire'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-6039803923995105333</id><published>2008-03-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:41:29.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lowest High</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or dose it always seem like satan attacts you more right after you come back from an amazing time with the Lord. These past couple of days I have been so overjoyed with the Lord and then today, well today was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the Lords peace. It’s amazing his Love. I took my eyes off him today. I did for a slight moment, and I started sinking. Maybe tomorrow I will be walking on the water again. We will see. The amazing thing about that story, even when Peter was sinking, Jesus never let his head go below the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like I just don’t fit. That I just don’t belong anywhere. Hum, I always seem to be the odd one out. Curse my shy nature. Ah don’t worry about me. Like I said, today is just off. Sometimes my lymes can act up real bad and make me all depressed and stuff. It’s not always that fun. But I’m loved by the Lord. Thats the most amazing feeling in the world. And that’s all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an up note, the Germany trip was announced yesterday. Oh my GOSH! I want to go. I have been feeling pulled that way for sometime now. Not Germany specifically, but to eastern Europe, or where ever it is located. Was God preparing me? I have no idea. It would be so cool to go see Harold again. It’s been a long time. I wonder if he even remembers me. We shall see. Much prayer is ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-6039803923995105333?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/6039803923995105333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=6039803923995105333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/6039803923995105333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/6039803923995105333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/lowest-high.html' title='The Lowest High'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-2598171041119510756</id><published>2008-03-17T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:58:00.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new season of my life unfolds...</title><content type='html'>Well I wrote this last night, but I desided to put on her to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, God has blessed me....beyond words. He has giving me the most amazing group of friends I could ever dream of. For the first time in a long time....I feel like I belong. I know seasons come and go, but I’m just loving this season! My life has been sooo hard these past couple of weeks its amazing to just get away from it and bask in the glory of the Lord. I’m just happy. Plan and simple. I’m really happy. Its pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even express just the peace I have. Sure things are not that peachy, but really it’s ok. My health is acting up and my family issues are getting to me again, but wow God is showing me sooo much. I just need to keep my eyes on him and everything falls into place and is good. It’s like this song I am listing to. It makes me cry, not a bad cry, but a cry of ’Wow God, how can you be so good to me?!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine, things are good. Kinda like Oregon. hehe, I love this state. Rain or shine, it shows God’s creativity. He is the most amazing artist I could even dream of. Just to sit and watch his work play out is breathtaking. Like the other day, it was all stormy and yucky outside, but the sky was a beautiful shade of purple. I can’t even describe it. It was God reminding me of his love and that he can bring beauty in anything! I am stocked for this summer. I can’t wait to go hiking, go to the beach, road trips and for my other best friend to come home......HANNAH!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been showing me this year how to be single and content. I can’t express it, but I love my single life. I can’t wait to get married and do couple things but I’m not ready just yet. There is a season for everything and I can truly say I am happy being single. I can learn about God and serve him in so many more ways. He is the lover of my soul. How sweet is that?! I pray every one will to be content in every stage of their life. Its really an awesome feeling. = D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-2598171041119510756?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/2598171041119510756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=2598171041119510756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2598171041119510756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/2598171041119510756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-season-of-my-life-unfolds.html' title='A new season of my life unfolds...'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799013497755117054.post-5027342197622818440</id><published>2008-03-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:06:23.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I should start writting agian. I just want to share what God has done for me. Its amazing. And well I guess writting is a good way to do it. Everyone says I'm a good writer. I guess you will find out then huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be random posts about my life. And I will probably forget that I even have it quite a few times. I always seem to do that. I could never keep a journal for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray you can see the Lord in my life. If not, slap me a few times till I get back into shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799013497755117054-5027342197622818440?l=tstykel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/feeds/5027342197622818440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799013497755117054&amp;postID=5027342197622818440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/5027342197622818440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799013497755117054/posts/default/5027342197622818440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tstykel.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-i-guess-i-should-start-writting.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Stykel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10489887885866875016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oh_c5UARb18/R99rMNcuR1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqB0SwSafiE/S220/KERI+AND+TERESA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
