<?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-2469240714823476148</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:56:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog leah abandoned and left to sit in cyber space....</title><subtitle type='html'>pieces of Leahs unreligious, delicious journey to a deeper and more unfathomable love than ever before...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-5516163530945438201</id><published>2009-09-20T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:24:19.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK ONE DOWNRUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXPYCUEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/KUBm6Q0dSxU/s1600-h/nashville+one+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXPYCUEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/KUBm6Q0dSxU/s400/nashville+one+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383656694973993506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXO61FYGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W7U0uDBJ_bE/s1600-h/nashville+one+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXO61FYGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W7U0uDBJ_bE/s400/nashville+one+089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383656687133876322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXOvEFkLI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZJAt8x_Q9bE/s1600-h/nashville+one+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXOvEFkLI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZJAt8x_Q9bE/s400/nashville+one+086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383656683975577778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SOO....basically it feels like it has been a month rather than a week! So a quick update in 10 points would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I absolutely LOVE all the people here and feel like i've known them for ages...&lt;br /&gt;2) walmart is within like 10 minutes and thats just wildsauce.&lt;br /&gt;3) I STINKING JOGGED (TWICE about a mile) for the first time sense February when my knee cap came out&lt;br /&gt;4) I STINKING DANCED for the first time FOR REAL sense 2007 in Primm Springs when the wallers came and played music! &lt;br /&gt;5) God is teaching me that I truly am His BELOVED...so i should "BE, LOVED" and LIVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;6) Peace has over come me and Im digging out things from childhood that needed exposed to give me freedom, its a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;7) We stayed up worshiping God from 7pm-12/1 in the morning friday night and it blew my mind. Gods so good. &lt;br /&gt;8) We sit down interns and students and just flat out have 3/4 hour convo's about God and life and seeking God in everything!&lt;br /&gt;9) We fed the homeless on thursday night and it blessed my socks off. I have never had such joy. Truly I dont know where i have been or what i have been doing. ITS CRAZY. God just shines through their eyes, and as they ate we had testimonies shared from some studencts and that blessed a lot of them and US!&lt;br /&gt;10) MY MIDDLE NAME MEANS RE-BORN (RENE') And that rocks my world...truly thats whats happening. My world is changing and haha, i dont deservie it, but Im so up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the quicky. I want to explain the ZOMBIE guy. while we did the scavanger hunt this past saturday there was a ZOMBIE WALK happening. It pulled my heart to pieces to see these young men, woman and children dressed like the living dead. And really beginning to become animal like as they drooled blood and spewed on walls of stores as they swaggered and limped by. I kept thinking "GOD YOUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE FOR THEM! OH IF THEY KNEW" I wish I had reached out and had courage to speak the love that was on my heart. Oh God give me boldness! I know the boldness is growing! He will give me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-5516163530945438201?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5516163530945438201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=5516163530945438201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/5516163530945438201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/5516163530945438201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-one-downrun.html' title='WEEK ONE DOWNRUN'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SraXPYCUEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/KUBm6Q0dSxU/s72-c/nashville+one+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-5678357187088866696</id><published>2009-09-14T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:24:40.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well When I turned 21...</title><content type='html'>Soo I have come to a decision! I am going to, in an incredibly orderly and rather fantastic way, document this "SAGA" with stratagy. It will have the following order in every post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a Narrative: I turned 21. It was lovely! I awoke in Nashville...to a passel of girls busling about in a frenzy to prepare for church. It was an amazing service, the level of pride was swept out from beneath most everyone. Not unlike a rug being swept out from beneath someones feet in a cartoon or something. haha. They danced, they sang, one lady did pastel drawing, it was similar to a cool glass of water after a ten mile bike ride. Glancing to her left I saw Abby, sweet wonderful Abby! she has a bunk next to me and was turning 20 today! So when it came time for the entire church to sing "happy birthday" it was wonderful to share the moment with her! As it was much less awkward! The only thing that lingers on my mind at this time, that causes any kind of fretting and distast, is the fact that my knees are such a hinderence...I want to run...oh I want to run!!! ahh!I need some healing baby! ___the end___&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fast facts: (FO IZZLE)&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a bottom bunk and find that exciting&lt;br /&gt;2) the floors are all cement, and the whole place reminds me of working at above rubies magazine, which is fantastic, and makes me totally feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;3) the girls here are SOOO encourageing, and they are sooo stylish. I mean, i thought i was the only one who loved vests and being barefoot! NOT TRUE WINNY THE POO!&lt;br /&gt;4)When i arrived, it was raining like crazy, meant to be much? (btw for those who are unawares, rain is my THING, looovvee it...yah!)&lt;br /&gt;5)Side hugs, no dating, no in room aloneness, are some of the boy/girl rules, AND I STINKING LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny: My friend Silas from Ohio came to visit, and knew Caleb from Ohio who is an intern, and they both know Danielle who i danced with when i was six. BAZZAR. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A song: "Lavender Love" is the song Abby and I wrote on our birthday. We sat down and decided to write a song and it just came out, its super peaceful and we recorded it. I am sure its just the beginning!!!&lt;br /&gt;A line:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im busting out, Im brakin free, cause your coming in, and your filling me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fantastic doesnt it? haha That my friends, is my first little thingy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-5678357187088866696?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5678357187088866696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=5678357187088866696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/5678357187088866696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/5678357187088866696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-when-i-turned-21.html' title='Well When I turned 21...'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-3883870094551402775</id><published>2009-09-10T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:41:52.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The NASHSAGA begins...</title><content type='html'>Nashsaga part one: &lt;br /&gt;1) eat dinner...&lt;br /&gt;2) Pack a strange and wild assortment of clothes in one tiny suitcase...(perferably before i fly out)&lt;br /&gt;3) sew some things, carve some twigs, and love on people who I will miss...&lt;br /&gt;4) go to nashville, be there by eight on september 11th, decide if i should bring violin...or have it shipped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the big things i have to do...not so big really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im packing right now, tomorrow night I will be in Nashville! People have asked me if I am nervous...if I am worried...if I am excited...lots of similar re-worded questions...and you know something? im just totally READY. haha! Maybe not in the worldy way of seeing things, or even spiritually or even as ready as I had planned to be. But you know...thats just it, dispite myself and expectations, Im ready for this chapter of my life, I dont know whats going to happen. But I have already been assured that its going to be life changing, and radical, and exactly what Gods prepared me for ever sense the call 2007. soo...BOOOYA! :D haha I am incredibly blessed and thankful for the support on every end I have recieved, blown away by your kindness! I'll do my best to write reports to update the Nashsaga, when I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-3883870094551402775?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3883870094551402775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=3883870094551402775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3883870094551402775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3883870094551402775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/nashsaga-begins.html' title='The NASHSAGA begins...'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-324325113930326554</id><published>2009-05-28T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:47:13.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/Sh6V1h_d4hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uGb5373YCbM/s1600-h/april+09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/Sh6V1h_d4hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uGb5373YCbM/s400/april+09+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340870954998161938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if when you looked in the mirror, you didn’t see flaws, but endless potential.&lt;br /&gt;What if suddenly all the baggage you carried around daily was no longer essential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the ability to demolish even a flicker of anger before it had a chance to breath in victory over your joy.&lt;br /&gt;What if you could distinguish things that may later bring you pain and avoid them, toss them aside, label  them “pointless and coy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if when you stepped out from your home, you stood ready to take on whatever would happen that day.&lt;br /&gt;What if confidence surged through your veins and whispered of victory, constantly, without doubt or delay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we didn’t lean on our own understanding to figure out life’s problems? What if we believed in something bigger than we could ever be?&lt;br /&gt;What if, because of this something bigger, we looked outside of ourselves and toward the larger picture  and by grace we could finally see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we wanted to see others succeed more than ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;What if a life was more important to invest in, than a vacation to some tropical landscape? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world look like, if strength was abundant, if love was unwavering, if eyes were looking to others to meet needs, if fear had no power over us? Who would we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible you say? The truth, the scary and exhilarating truth is, it is possible. It is a waiting reality, sitting in a desolate mystery shrouded world, it needs only to be sought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question stands, not can we, but when will we? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-324325113930326554?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/324325113930326554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=324325113930326554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/324325113930326554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/324325113930326554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-will-we.html' title='When Will We?'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/Sh6V1h_d4hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uGb5373YCbM/s72-c/april+09+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-761061369591374861</id><published>2009-01-27T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:16:19.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closit Light Reveals Leahs Hidden Corpse(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SX-wVCh3JlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DU9epgdsET8/s1600-h/09+JAN+221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SX-wVCh3JlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DU9epgdsET8/s400/09+JAN+221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296145562313631314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have struggled with something that, might seem incredibly silly to you. &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt figure out "how" to Love God...you might&lt; be thinking "whats not to love?" &lt;br /&gt;and I fullheartedly agree with that...however this was deeper than even I acknowledged. my heart was full. But it was too full, of sin and things that needed dealing with, to have room for God. You see...I thought I had in someway failed to love God fully, and I had. But it wasnt through thinking, attempting, caniving, and repositioning that I could in any means "gain" that reciprical love for God. You see...this story...my story...goes much farther back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I was six. As a six year old, I was rather innocent and liked especially to go off in my own dream worlds and create imaginary friends. However something happened to me when I was six that though I didnt realize it, would hold me captive for the next 14 years of my life. I was molested. A young man 18/21 molested me, even though it was only once, it damaged how I saw myself. I saw myself as dirty....and that is the name tag that was branded on my heart (by no other means than myself) "dirty" &amp; "ugly". I wanted to forget it happened, so I pushed it aside and dreamed away the reality of the situation. Until I was much older and it seemed as if a dream...hardly real. But it affected me...it perverted my mind. It caused me to commit sin after sin.  I was hurting myself, because somehow, though i tried to forget, I was still that filthy girl. That worthless girl. I never admitted my sins committed all up until this point, today. to anyone, until yesterday. I wrote down every disgusting filthy word of it and gave it to my deepest closest friends. I told things, I never thought I could or would tell! I mean, what would people think of me? would they ever be my friend agian? But you know what? They are all supportive of me...they are all going to be there for me and help me fight the sin in my life! Its emberressing and hard to admit my sins. But if you want to know, you can always ask me. Im not afraid anymore. Because I am gaining ground and concuring them now, with my sisters helping me. But the semi conclusion of this is to say, I now realize that I have been forgiven, that God never wanted me to hold that false brand of "dirty and ugly" on my heart! He already branded me, he branded me "beautiful"!! and that is who I am, that is what he created me to be! The shame of sin just makes you feel disgusting, it makes you want nothing but to forget it, so that it "wont do any harm" if its locked in a dark closet, its gone right? wrong. It will always scratch at the door, it will be found out. But we dont have to wait for someone to open the door, we can pull the sin out and have it locked away for good. Its the hardest thing to speak about it though. But once you do, wow. I could fly :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the light on in you closet!!! kill everything thats trying to kill you, by covering you in shame, suffocating you!!!!! Find people you can talk to!!! Get it out!!! Take it from someone who is finally being set free, its well worth the hard parts, to get to the good. Talk to me anytime, I am fully ready to share my testimony, all the nitty gritty too if you want. Because I am not allowing sin to rule me, to push me into the dark, or hold back any good thing God wants to do in and through my life!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-761061369591374861?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/761061369591374861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=761061369591374861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/761061369591374861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/761061369591374861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/closit-light-reveals-leahs-hidden.html' title='Closit Light Reveals Leahs Hidden Corpse(s)'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SX-wVCh3JlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DU9epgdsET8/s72-c/09+JAN+221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-354616114923367865</id><published>2008-09-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:43:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethal Haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SN1lfUpG0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WcIGY2X3owQ/s1600-h/relayforlife08+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SN1lfUpG0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WcIGY2X3owQ/s400/relayforlife08+077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250464329375338706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This is something that has been throwing me off balance and making me delve deeper for the past month and a half or so….lethal havens.  In the terms Im using, the haven isn't a good thing, as a haven should be. Havens in the way Im representing them here, are places that pull you away from places you should be.  Focus tends to slip away from Heaven…and God…and into Havens and Sin. Its that magnetic pull that gets strongest when it sees your hold on faith slip even the slightest bit. There are many many many havens…I tried to crawl away from this whole revelation in sheer shame. I have so many havens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some havens are self perfection, althletics, sleep, computers, games, music, gossip, friends, food, movies, television, over working, sports, underworking, bitterness, anger. Some of these things don't seem to fit under "haven" however, a haven can be many things…It may not seem relaxing and comforting, but it IS where you may go to get away from life. You may go into a bitter mood, or an angry one…see its all over the place. A haven is a place or thing that you use as you relaxing or gratifying resource.  Differences between going to havens and looking toward heaven, aka God are pretty stark in contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havens&lt;/span&gt;, seen as a place of instant-rest generally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;, is the place of TRUE ultimate never ending rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havens&lt;/span&gt; distract you from day to day stresses, so you can ignore them and forget about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; motivates you to face these stresses and not just push them to the side, but resolve them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havens&lt;/span&gt; slow you down and urge you to relax a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; is urgent, it prompts you to continue steadily as time is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havens&lt;/span&gt; degrade you and those around you, because your going to your haven to ignore everything but what you want to make you happy. So you could care less about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; pulls you closer to others for support, as your concern isn't so much about yourself but them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havens&lt;/span&gt; encourage nothingness…boredom…because its easiest to be completely lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; urges you to strive continually, not allowing yourself to look at things the same way, rather than seeing nothing to do, you see what you can do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short…Havens are easy to lean on to get too. Heaven…not so easy. But the more time you spend running to the shelter of human made havens, the more you'll find they cant satisfy, no matter how you switch it up, no combination of havens will bring you that fulfillment your looking for! Even when you notice a haven that has somehow become a regular refuge in your life instead of God, getting rid of them is really hard, when you cut down on one haven another will try and sneak in. THIS IS BIG PEOPLE! I know, I am totally a haven hugger! Haha. I mean it though, I am a pro at finding havens and pretending they aren't.  The biggest danger,  is that God loses his strength in your life. When you look away from the main focus, God, the upmost reason for living…then you get swept off into haven after haven, a huge maze just waiting to swallow you up.  Look at these verses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 11:27-32,Hebrews 12:1-13. They sum/explain everything perfectly.  How do you overcome these "havens?", well as Hebrews 12:1 says, you already have a cloud of witnesses,  people that can help you, accountability partners, people that can help you stand to your choice to get untangled from sin and set on running the raced marked out for you!!!! Instead of taking the detours. I'm pretty much thrilled about this whole thing Gods been telling me, I'm not going to lie…Gods got a huge delicious plan, I can almost taste it…hehe. I love you all….tell me your thoughts/ideas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! TAKE CONTROL AND BURN THE HAVENS FROM MY LIFE! LET THE FOCUS BE ON YOU AND YOU ALONE! VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-354616114923367865?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/354616114923367865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=354616114923367865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/354616114923367865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/354616114923367865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/lethal-haven.html' title='Lethal Haven'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SN1lfUpG0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WcIGY2X3owQ/s72-c/relayforlife08+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-1708307968014453065</id><published>2008-08-28T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:14:50.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESQUE SQUAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SLd3IcymQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uIZMW6RCS-s/s1600-h/SS852543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SLd3IcymQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uIZMW6RCS-s/s400/SS852543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239787678519935042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learned recently, there is a way to drop a patient onto a stretcher while they are standing...it takes four EMT's however....two minimally and it is much harder to do it with two. They simply walk up behind the person, placing a back board directly behind them standing upward, take them under the arm on both sides and grasp the backboard behind them, and two EMT's crouch down and hold the ankles in place as well as the bottom of the backboard and lift up. pretty soon a standing person is laying safely on a stretcher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times the patient doesn't want to go on the stretcher, they refuse, saying nothing is wrong...when they have some obvious grotesque wound that screams otherwise. Its easy to live in denial of our problems/sins...thats when we need our rescue squad...who has your back??? I need my God people, I know who they are or they are being revealed to me...but the importance of them is becoming more and more obvious. We need our people, to lift us off our feet when we are blind and think nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1 John 1:7&lt;br /&gt;But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your not sure who your "people" are, think of who you trust!!! Start a prayer chain...find people you trust, three or four, however many, and keep up with praying for them as they keep up praying for you. Be specific in what you pray for, and dont pray tentatively and offhandedly, but pray with faith and confidence that it will be so! Because with your faith, God will answer those prayers, HE IS MIGHTY! So why pray as if He is incapable? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...if you pray with confidence and total faith...prayers WILL be answered...(ask me about my piano ;) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;James 5:16&lt;br /&gt;Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you read that??? ^^^^^ Ok...heres something that just pieced together for me...funny how something you've heard all your life is finally revealed to you! (I had never honestly sought to discover this, thats usually why things dont get revealed for me!) Righteousness is parallel to FAITH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 15:6&lt;br /&gt;Abram believed the LORD, and he credited it to him as righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE AND YOU WILL RECEIVE!! How many times I've heard...but now I am beginning to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD YOU ARE BEYOND DESCRIPTION, CONTINUE! SHOW US THOSE YOU'VE GIVEN US TO BACK BOARD US WHEN WE NEED PULLED TO SAFETY, GIVE US HOPE, BUT LORD OH THAT WE WILL HAVE TOTAL FAITH IN YOU!!! YOU ARE ALL!! TO YOU BE THE GLORY! IN EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-freeeeeeeee child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-1708307968014453065?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1708307968014453065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=1708307968014453065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/1708307968014453065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/1708307968014453065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-are-my-people.html' title='RESQUE SQUAD'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SLd3IcymQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uIZMW6RCS-s/s72-c/SS852543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-2957189525971561165</id><published>2008-08-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:35:23.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imprisoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SKGcKO2rf4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SMjmFEjdZzk/s1600-h/LEAHS+NEW+PICTURES+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SKGcKO2rf4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SMjmFEjdZzk/s320/LEAHS+NEW+PICTURES+186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233635941581291394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, yet so far away.All of my friends that have always seen me trying, struggling, wheeling, you think its some kind of "holy" thing. But its just miserable . I want more... yet i know I can flee and take hold of the hope, why dont I?? Something is stopping me and I am desperate to destroy it!!! I dont want to feel so dead! Stop seeing me as something complete and "controlled", that is a lie, I am at a spiritual verge...sooo close...I could EXPLODE! AHHHHHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIVE &amp; RENEW -leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love fills me like a fountain&lt;br /&gt;climbing every mountain, and soaring down every side&lt;br /&gt;His love passes expectation&lt;br /&gt;calls this generation, swallows up my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is passing into you&lt;br /&gt;His love is ready to revive, renew&lt;br /&gt;His love is soaking into you&lt;br /&gt;His love is ready to revive and renew&lt;br /&gt;every fear every doubt every pain&lt;br /&gt;every stress and every tear...&lt;br /&gt;just leave them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love never leaves my side&lt;br /&gt;yet he holds each child, as they fall to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;His love is new each morning brake&lt;br /&gt;it steadies my feet, and make satan quake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is passing into you&lt;br /&gt;His love is ready to revive and renew&lt;br /&gt;His love is soaking into you&lt;br /&gt;His love is ready to revive and renew&lt;br /&gt;every fear every doubt every pain&lt;br /&gt;every stress and every tear...&lt;br /&gt;we leave them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set us free, our chains are shattered&lt;br /&gt;now we are free, my God is mighty enough,&lt;br /&gt;to set you free...&lt;br /&gt;Now your free, now Im free...to love&lt;br /&gt;to really love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-2957189525971561165?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2957189525971561165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=2957189525971561165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/2957189525971561165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/2957189525971561165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/imprisoned.html' title='imprisoned'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SKGcKO2rf4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SMjmFEjdZzk/s72-c/LEAHS+NEW+PICTURES+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-4927012970982844928</id><published>2008-06-12T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:04.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sustain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SFEguw26HZI/AAAAAAAAACs/oHztbbOBMKo/s1600-h/april+08+218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SFEguw26HZI/AAAAAAAAACs/oHztbbOBMKo/s400/april+08+218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210982231605648786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry, thirsty, tired, bogged down; this is how i feel. This is how I am. Its all about sustainment and love. We cannot be sustained without love, and there is not love without being sustained. We can eat physically, drink physically, sleep and clear our heads...but they are placebos. They are innate at fooling one to believe they are in fact the real mccoy. When really...they just substitute as an alternate reality. No! I want! I YEARN for truth! For actuality, for healing! I need sustainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I drink, it is an empty glass, full of remorse and pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I eat, it is plastic food, I am biting air, chewing lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I sleep I awake with eyes closed, never rested, having never slept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I believe nothing is wrong, every morsel in my body says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the contrary, nothing is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wont be lied to anymore. To be sustained, i need relationship, i need my God...my Papa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I count, rather than money, blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I cry, rather than pain, joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I rise, rather than obligation, anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I cherish, rather than objects, relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I pamper, rather than self, others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I live, rather than imaginary, reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-4927012970982844928?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4927012970982844928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=4927012970982844928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/4927012970982844928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/4927012970982844928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/sustain.html' title='sustain'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SFEguw26HZI/AAAAAAAAACs/oHztbbOBMKo/s72-c/april+08+218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-7947587032315231861</id><published>2008-04-21T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:05.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SA0E16XlgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LJkzBWLz--M/s1600-h/everything+671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SA0E16XlgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LJkzBWLz--M/s400/everything+671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191811269675810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Joy is rising up in me in a way that’s hard to describe...Think on it, you. are. ALIVE. This whole world before you is a once in a lifetime opportunity to bless it! How are you going to do that? How about covertly? A beautiful secret mission. Honestly...if that doesn’t excite you...you must be out of it!&lt;br /&gt;What if...you never backed away from an opportunity? What if...you felt a fire fueling you constantly? What if...you &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;allowed &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;this to happen? My friend Julie and I read this verse, Psalms 37:4 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sup" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14455"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Delight yourself in the LORD  and he will give you the desires of your heart.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and I mused on how one can "delight" in God...do they seek His word and allow themselves to be filled with wonder? That definitely fits, however looking up the Hebrew meaning, it has so much more depth! The word "delight" translates into "moldable, pliable" it makes so much more sense! To delight unto the Lord is to be moldable unto the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. wow. Lets be putty...lets allow the change and make that difference we were meant to make! Full potential, no regrets, love unlimited. Perfectly stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-7947587032315231861?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7947587032315231861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=7947587032315231861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/7947587032315231861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/7947587032315231861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/absolute-delight.html' title='absolute delight'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SA0E16XlgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LJkzBWLz--M/s72-c/everything+671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-1743728247038040847</id><published>2008-04-16T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:05.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>handstands and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXxu-GuSnI/AAAAAAAAABw/CDgseehUlnk/s1600-h/senators+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189819934861838962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXxu-GuSnI/AAAAAAAAABw/CDgseehUlnk/s400/senators+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Friend Katlin and I were walking around a city one night...we found ourselves in an alley and decided to take some pictures...I said randomly, "here, i'll do a handstand" and skipped over to do it...as i was lifting my legs in the air, a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mellowing &lt;/span&gt;thought hit me like the sound of a balloon being popped. "&lt;em&gt;i cant do a handstand&lt;/em&gt;" why hadnt i realized that before this point? it was too late now! But nonetheless, i did a handstand. Interesting isnt it? I didnt think i knew how to do that, but it shines light on different areas in my life as well. Have you ever felt led to do something? Just the uncanny urge to pursue something different, extraordinarily different than anything you've ever done? Why rule it out as impossible? How do you know? Its it impossible? Or have you ever tried? Lemme tell you, God bestows you with exactly what you need to accomplish His plan, dont let any comfort zone or outside opinion waver that plan. Its so beautiful, I am no expert, im just learning...letting go of the security of familiarity. Its definitely taking a while, but im stoked. I have just discovered a whole new world of opportunity. limitless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free to live exactly according to no mans plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Psalm 19 has been a cool breeze this week) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul. The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making wise the simple. 8 The precepts of the LORD are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the LORD are radiant, giving light to the eyes. 9 The fear of the LORD is pure,enduring forever.The ordinances of the LORD are sure and altogether righteous.&lt;br /&gt;10 They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold;they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.&lt;br /&gt;11 By them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward.&lt;br /&gt;12 Who can discern his errors?Forgive my hidden faults. 13 Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then will I be blameless, innocent of great transgression.&lt;br /&gt;14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.-Psalm 19:7-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-1743728247038040847?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1743728247038040847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=1743728247038040847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/1743728247038040847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/1743728247038040847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/handstands-and-beyond.html' title='handstands and beyond'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXxu-GuSnI/AAAAAAAAABw/CDgseehUlnk/s72-c/senators+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-356730791455458126</id><published>2008-04-16T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:05.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my twin the pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXwUeGuSlI/AAAAAAAAABg/QonC1ZpfFI8/s1600-h/everything+701.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189818380083677778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXwUeGuSlI/AAAAAAAAABg/QonC1ZpfFI8/s400/everything+701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This pig looks kinda awful...but believe it or not, that pig looks exactly like i look. Im torn apart...ready to be worked on, ready to be freed from all the unnecessary parts within me...im dead...waiting upon revival. "This is what you shall do" ive been told by my King..but instead of direct battle plans Ive been told to simply "wait" how hard can that be!? When one is torn apart, dead, desiring to be free!!! Then you must wait? Its a long process...a lifetimes worth of time to accomplish. Lord give me the patients!! How easy it is to jump off the table and run away...an incomplete mess of whatnot! But to stay still...to wait...how deliciously painstaking! What a divine commune between my Love, my Lord and I! I just wanted to share what God is doing in my life, what he is teaching me...Im such a sinner! But I wanted you all to see what he is telling this sinner, perhaps he is telling you something similar. Tell me about it! Praise the King that created us little pigs.-To my Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-356730791455458126?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/356730791455458126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=356730791455458126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/356730791455458126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/356730791455458126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-twin-pig.html' title='my twin the pig'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAXwUeGuSlI/AAAAAAAAABg/QonC1ZpfFI8/s72-c/everything+701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-3255782672107221248</id><published>2008-04-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:05.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAFxh-GuSjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r0iBpPfh_oE/s1600-h/everything+438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188553074128341554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAFxh-GuSjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r0iBpPfh_oE/s400/everything+438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My soul is a devastated battle field. When will i stop grieving it so? When lies are told against me, why do i care? Why don't i let them return to vapor? They have no hold on me! And yet i pretend they hold some merit! What a mess i revert to...constantly...like breathing...Father fill this aching heart! consume this pit! I need nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;care truly for nothing, am sustained by nothing-- BUT YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im a rock, when you need me to be putty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im a thorn, when you made me to be a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im a mouth, when you need me to be ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a cynical old woman instead of your baby girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--let the tears fall away and with them this emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--away may not answer the pains of here, but away can give a whole new perspective--like looking at an ocean while wading in it, then soring above the ocean by hundreds of feet...a whole new way to see the same thing--and with that, a new understanding...&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/2469240714823476148-3255782672107221248?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3255782672107221248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=3255782672107221248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3255782672107221248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3255782672107221248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/away.html' title='away...'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/SAFxh-GuSjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r0iBpPfh_oE/s72-c/everything+438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-6461129742991980540</id><published>2008-03-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:05.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the train of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-24x-ZS4oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1fwhjrKymp0/s1600-h/everything+247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-24x-ZS4oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1fwhjrKymp0/s400/everything+247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183001914875503234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; When I in hail the mysterious train of wind, it whispers of its passengers, thick with  destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There will be no stopping its delivery, its laden with unknown gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And like a wine glass thrust on a cement floor, it will shatter, and spring to all corners of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its passenger is but one...Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...my God...Christ...the Holy Spirit....a torrent of unswerving love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; prepared to drench this parched and dying desert of a soul. Love...love me...i am basking in this downpour...soaked to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bone, never to dry but always dripping with my Daddy's never ending over flowing Love...what i cannot retain...for i cannot hold it in! Will slide off me, kissing the ground...whispering of the next train...just waiting to be met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-6461129742991980540?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6461129742991980540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=6461129742991980540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/6461129742991980540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/6461129742991980540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-in-hail-mysterious-train-of-wind.html' title='the train of love'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-24x-ZS4oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1fwhjrKymp0/s72-c/everything+247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-5018920243022692533</id><published>2008-03-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:53:47.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7db94364ec2eece7" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-2835776598746304847</id><published>2008-03-28T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd stopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-2I7-ZS4mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m6ngzlq4ebo/s1600-h/everything+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-2I7-ZS4mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m6ngzlq4ebo/s400/everything+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182949310116061794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-2HXeZS4lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2gBQtr0FGX8/s1600-h/everything+825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-2HXeZS4lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2gBQtr0FGX8/s400/everything+825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947583539208786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"NEED" the secret of my motivation has come to the surface... Its as if I was striving, and alas do often, to fulfill MY needs, My need to feel confident in music in education...My Need to follow the road expected of me. But when watered down the core of my intentions, i dont "need" to go to college, besides to satisfy my confidence. For when cheered on by a huge crowd, one is less apt to question the direction the are being cheered in. Until you fall right off a cliff...into the same ravine that hundreds have fallen in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Not the ravine &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of College or the ravine of education, but the deep crevice of self gratification instead of selfless liberation. What I want is not necessarily what God wants and knows I need. A truth Ive been taught time and again...a beautiful truth that I need constant reminding of.  Perhaps a university later, but right now I know I must let go. Each piece will fall in place in Gods time. I "NEED" NOT...but my Kings Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for music...its my prayer, my praise...it will be developed through whatever means it needs to  be. I am letting go of the "University" spectrum right now...its up to God now. He will tell me the next step...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-claimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-2835776598746304847?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2835776598746304847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=2835776598746304847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/2835776598746304847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/2835776598746304847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/crowd-stopper.html' title='Crowd stopper'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-2I7-ZS4mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m6ngzlq4ebo/s72-c/everything+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-3598703151982515274</id><published>2008-03-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:06.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-F6R-ZS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xs0bsHzuSwo/s1600-h/everything+815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179555495678239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-F6R-ZS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xs0bsHzuSwo/s400/everything+815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the clouds mysteriously morph into shapes that cause familiarity, I want to be like you Daddy. I yearn to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; in love with my Daddy...Hes all i need, He is so lovingly reminding me that He loves me, and is going to give me strength as I listen and wait for the next step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I am following My King I know He will give me the strength let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of dreams that need to be surrendered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crash to the depths of no return, my dear treasured dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall freely from me...i release you....no more shall you dwell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imprisoned&lt;/span&gt; in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; no more room for you, its time to let my Daddy shape my future....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no longer can you guide me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no longer can you etch the map i follow...i cannot afford to keep or heed you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you must leave...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; ready to release my hardened grip and watch you fall...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall away...fall away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-3598703151982515274?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3598703151982515274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=3598703151982515274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3598703151982515274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/3598703151982515274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams-fall.html' title='Dreams Fall'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-F6R-ZS4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xs0bsHzuSwo/s72-c/everything+815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-4824173799109795024</id><published>2008-03-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:07.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply sound?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-ASLqzTqgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQMKCRoNXzA/s1600-h/senators+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179159563153418754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-ASLqzTqgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQMKCRoNXzA/s400/senators+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;Im stopping...My Daddy is speaking and now im listening...im yearning to hear Him more....My King...forgive your unhearing unseeing servant!&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD said, "If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them(Genesis 11:6)."&lt;br /&gt;-striver&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/2469240714823476148-4824173799109795024?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4824173799109795024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=4824173799109795024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/4824173799109795024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/4824173799109795024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/simply-sound.html' title='simply sound?'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/R-ASLqzTqgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQMKCRoNXzA/s72-c/senators+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469240714823476148.post-529346597247977530</id><published>2008-03-17T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:45:39.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"wait?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;         wait...&lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt; this word buoyantly rises to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surface&lt;/span&gt; of my soul. I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quell&lt;/span&gt; my inner spastic nature and be content...sigh*. This journey has my head spinning, honestly i cannot tell where i am or how to choose a direction, whereas every direction is blurred together. (wait) I know that if I stop asking God WHY i must wait, and simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obey&lt;/span&gt;, the world will slow. I wont be as confused, silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it? That I would know what to do and yet avoid doing it? Pastor Tom said last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; that there is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;"starting" &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; "doing"&lt;/strong&gt; and i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attest&lt;/span&gt; to the difficulty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had trying to start all these years....when its never been starting but doing. Oh what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faulted&lt;/span&gt; child i am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God!! You are so beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt;! But I thank you for what you are doing, you teaching me how to fall, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scramble&lt;/span&gt;, to yearn, to hunger..keep me striving, failing AND retrying. Fill me endlessly! Thank you for the beautiful people in my life, the time you've blessed me with to get to know and encourage these people! Help me to be the soul sister you desire me to be to the brothers and sisters I have! Bless them! Grow them! Increase our territories&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been a while sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had one particular blog, its about time I kept one up again. I look forward to posting here, all the amazing God stories that happen in my life. Live every moment today with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fervor&lt;/span&gt;! Its so precious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; so very precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL LIKE WILD FIRE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TO MY POP AND HIS PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leah&lt;/span&gt; the climber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469240714823476148-529346597247977530?l=leahsrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/feeds/529346597247977530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469240714823476148&amp;postID=529346597247977530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/529346597247977530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469240714823476148/posts/default/529346597247977530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsrain.blogspot.com/2008/03/wait.html' title='&quot;wait?&quot;'/><author><name>imleah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110432525986775072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5A0lP58yF5k/S-GqOxE1JnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/f7dQU5SpDpE/S220/leah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
