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IT IS ACCOMPLISHED.
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2011-02-09T04:58:22.000Z
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<p>Want to know the most motivating, soul-inspiring and liberating words ever uttered?</p>
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<p>"<strong>IT IS ACCOMPLISHED.</strong>"</p>
<p> </p>
<p>In other words..."We made it kids.<em> We made it</em>."</p>
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<p>No highly intellectual jargon or superlative expression intended to impress. Just a simple statement that declared the greatest victory in universal history...</p>
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<p>Jesus' words on the cross are sacred in number and in meaning. Embrace the totality of those…</p>
<p>Want to know the most motivating, soul-inspiring and liberating words ever uttered?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>"<strong>IT IS ACCOMPLISHED.</strong>"</p>
<p> </p>
<p>In other words..."We made it kids.<em> We made it</em>."</p>
<p> </p>
<p>No highly intellectual jargon or superlative expression intended to impress. Just a simple statement that declared the greatest victory in universal history...</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Jesus' words on the cross are sacred in number and in meaning. Embrace the totality of those 3 words and you'll embrace the freedom He gifted us that day. It <em>did</em> change your life. <em>Forever.</em></p>
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<p>Now know it.</p>
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<p>Peace</p>
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"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani" ...a trip to Hell
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2011-01-05T06:06:04.000Z
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font color="#424240" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3" style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font color="#003300" face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif">Several months ago, while…</font></span></font></p>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Several months ago, while fully engaged in a spiritual war for my soul with a demon who will remain nameless, I was forced to experience something that would forever change my entire view of God and things of the Kingdom. I had come to know Him recently before the following experience. However, I had no concept of the totality of our sinful nature and its consequences, nor did I understand the fate of the demons. I thank God for allowing the demon to take me to that place...</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">On 23 Feb 2010, I found myself standing face to face with the demonic being that has been with me since I was at least 5 years old. He was tall, about 7 feet, very muscular and human-like, with dark brown skin. It was smooth and shiny, sort of serpentine but no scales. He had this weird shaped head, like a sickle on the back, yellow viper eyes and a deep, guttural voice. He picked me up by my shoulders and as I looked into his evil, cold and time-laden eyes, he held me up to his face and yelled,</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"><strong>"YOU MUST BECOME ME TO FIGHT ME!"</strong></font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">I answered, "<em>Not anymore.</em>.." in defiance of my old nature. The nature I'd embraced for so long and now understood that I must deny in order to break the bond between us.</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">...and this greatly angered him. He took over my body and spirit, pulling me inside of his own body. I was inside him, but I was watching from the background at the same time. It was weird. I was aware of the totality of the situation, as if viewing it from every conceivable angle. I felt every emotion he felt....the rage, the seething hatred for me, the loathing, burning rage that was incomprehensible. If you took every ounce of hatred ever experienced by any human being that has ever lived and condensed it all into one second, it would not begin to compare to what I felt at that moment. It was like actually<em> being</em> a bomb about to explode. His emotions were literally a force of energy, like a living breathing thing but very much a part of himself. I literally breathed an irrepressible desire to kill and destroy any and everything. It was like a surge of electricity that started at my feet and rose up through my body like a thick liquid, filling each individual cell in my body. I became aware of each cell within me as if they had their own nerve centers and became intensely aware that my body was about to explode--that death was imminent. It was more real than anything in this realm, if that makes any sense. I screamed out to try to release some of the pressure building within me before it killed me and when I did, my voice came out demonic and I began speaking in a tongue I didn't understand. It was not a human language. Of that I was certain. I did not understand what I was saying and feared I may have been fooled into cursing God so I shut up.</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">I thought, "I must <em>will</em> myself out of this," and felt my spirit begin to come to the surface as if I were under water or something. I was literally caged within this demonic being and he felt so big around me. His presence was shockingly powerful. I screamed for him to "let me out" and he yelled, "NO!" and pulled me back deep inside himself. I recall feeling very, very small and very powerless. The process repeated itself until I knew I was about to die. Then out of God's mercy, I was released.</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">I then found myself in a place of darkness. There were stone walls surrounding me on all sides and above and below me and very dim light which just seemed to "be." A sort of artificial light that was just there to allow me to see the state I was in--a cold light. I was completely alone. It was silent and I was aware that the presence of God was somewhere above me and to my right, but I was separated from Him by the mere existence of the place I was in. I suddenly became acutely aware of the absolutely filthy state of my being and knew <em>beyond any doubt</em> that I would never be fit to enter the Kingdom in this state. I was also aware that there was no way whatsoever for me to rectify the issue and that I was <em>eternally separated from God</em>. There was nothing I could do about it. Absolute absence of any hope. I was suicidal at one point in my past and have sat with a gun in my mouth, slowly squeezing the trigger. In fact, it was within that same year that this demon had first appeared to me and told me that he would never leave me. I fully understand hopelessness. But this was different. There was no "hope" that death might cure this state I was in. I understood that this was Hell in its purest and simplest form and there was no way out of it. Not even death. Death was impossible. I also knew that I had built this place of stone walls with my own sin. The level of shame that coincided with that acknowledgment was soul-crushing.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">It is beyond description the horror I felt in this place. I had the intense mental sensation that I was without doubt about to go insane. My mind simply could not handle this level of horror. My heart literally felt shattered in my chest and all I could think was "What have I done that is so horrible that You would abandon me here, Father??" My soul was shattered into a billion pieces and I am simply unable to write this without reliving it to some degree. I cry every time that memory replays in my head. I could never in my limited vocabulary or mental ability begin to describe it to anyone in a way that would do it justice.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Then again, out of His mercy, I was removed from this place and sent back into "reality." I woke up in my bed and was immediately disoriented, panicked beyond anything I've ever been before, grasping at my body, the walls around me, anything tangible to reassure me that I was no longer in that place and wasn't going back. I must have cried for 2 hours and repeatedly asked God why He showed me this. I begged Him for forgiveness for everything I'd ever done against His will and pleaded that He never send me back there. I also asked Him to help me come back to my senses because I was a complete train wreck of emotion at this point and my mind would not function. It was like being trapped on an out of control train going 1000 mph down a mountain. It was around 3 am and I did not go back to sleep. I laid there for however many hours and prayed and prayed and contemplated and prayed. By the time I got up, I was completely exhausted. I would remain in a daze of sorts for the next couple of days.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">For the longest time, I thought that maybe the demon had shown me all of this to try to get me to sympathize with his condition. I wasn't sure why a demon would care at all whether I 'felt for him.' Maybe it was his attempt to use my God-given human compassion to hurt me in a sort of psychological war tactic. I recall thinking to myself,</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">"If this is what they (demons) feel and experience every second they exist, I can understand why they are the way they are." Should I have been capable of functioning on any level, I would have ended up a psychotic lunatic with no distinction between right, wrong, good, bad, love, hate or whatever. My mind would have just lost its ability to function.</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Let me make it clear that I in NO WAY condone the actions or nature of the demonic and I realize that they do have the ability to distinguish right and wrong, etc and to make choices. I hate them with a perfect hatred. But I wasn't sure why I had to experience this whole thing. I mean, it could not have happened without God's approval, so I believed that He was trying to teach me something too. I just didn't know what, except that I seriously needed to get to the point where <em>crying out for HIM</em> was reflexive, which did happen after that experience.</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Today, however, I came across an article on Sid Roth's site that brought me to a greater understanding of what it all meant. Here's an excerpt:</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"><strong>"</strong><strong><em>Perhaps it’s not the pain and the shame that caused Him to be in such anguish that He broke blood vessels and sweated blood, but the separation from His Father that terrified Him. He knew it would have to happen. But when the sins of mankind were completely placed upon Him so that He fully experienced the separation from God which sin causes, He cries out in shock, “</em></strong><em><strong>Eli, Eli, Lama sabachtani</strong></em><strong><em>” – “My God, My God, (no Abba now), why have You forsaken me?” Forsaken! Abandoned! Those would have been forever terms for Him. He would have experienced abject and complete hopelessness! It is at this point, under what must have been the greatest stress any human being has ever endured He is faced with the world’s most critical decision.</em>" </strong>["<em>Yeshua's Most Critical Choice"</em> Lane].</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">I had always wondered since I was a kid what Jesus experienced on the cross the moment He cried out to His Father asking why He'd been forsaken. I thought, "How could God be forsaken by God?"</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">That day in that Hell I found myself in, it all made perfect sense. Jesus had to basically <em>become us</em> in that moment to atone for our sins, <em>and the demon wanted me to believe that I had to become him to fight him and win</em>. Was this a sort of demonic mockery of the cross?</font></span></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Surely, Jesus must have experienced that "eternal" separation from which there was no escape. That horror beyond all horror. The same horror and utter hopelessness I felt that night. That horror changed my life. Changed my love for Jesus, and left me no choice but to forever strive to fully comprehend how critical and precious His gift to us was that day on the cross. He saved us from the Hell of that unsurvivable separation from our Source.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">If there were no demons in Hell, no fire, no torment, no suffering.......if all there was...was that separation....</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">It would be enough.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">PLEASE try to understand if you don't already, the sacrifice He made and what it would've meant if He had given up on us. I pray for every human being that has ever existed to one day experience 5 seconds of that separation in order to more fully appreciate the totality of Jesus' love for us--that extraordinary, inconceivable and perfect love. Agape love.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Never in this life could we love the way He loves us. It's so unbelievable and unavoidable. So extraordinarily mind-blowing. My broken little way of conveying this is eternally lacking in depth. But please pray about it and try to comprehend for our own and for the sake of fully appreciating His gift of grace. He's so much more than worth it.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Thank You precious Jesus, for saving me from that unending death and horror. Thank You for cleansing the wretched creature I've become and offering me the undeserved authority to enter Your Kingdom and be with the Source of all life and Love forever and forever. Thank You for making a way for me to walk right up to Your holy face and accept the grace You offer me everyday that I breathe. Thank You for sanctifying my spirit so that I may breathe the very same air You breathe each day of this gift that I've now dubbed "living" for the first time. There are no words to say what I truly feel for You. I'm immeasurably joyful that I have been given eternity to show You how much I love You. I will gladly fight the darkness to become all You want me to be.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">Because You did it for me.</font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300"> </font></span></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" size="3" face="'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#424240"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><font face="Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#003300">JESUS.</font></span></font></p>
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All Around Me
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-10-30:1383940:BlogPost:787075
2010-10-30T02:14:27.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">My arms are outstretched towards you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I feel you on my fingertips</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">My tongue dances behind my lips for you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">This fire rising through my being</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Burning I'm not used to seeing you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I'm alive, I'm alive</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I can feel you all around me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Thickening the air I'm breathing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Holding on to what I'm feeling</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Savoring this heart that's healing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">My hands float up above me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">And you whisper you love me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">And I begin to fade</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Into our secret place</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">The music makes me sway</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">The angels singing say we are alone with you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I am alone and they are too with you</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I'm alive, I'm alive</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I can feel you all around me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Thickening the air I'm breathing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Holding on to what I'm feeling</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Savoring this heart that's healing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">And so I cry</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">The light is white</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">And I see you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I can feel you all around me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Thickening the air I'm breathing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Holding on to what I'm feeling</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Savoring this heart that's healing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Take my hand</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I give it to you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Now you own me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">All I am</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">You said you would never leave me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I believe you</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I believe</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I can feel you all around me</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Thickening the air I'm breathing</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Holding on to what I'm feeling</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Savoring this heart that's healed</span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">By the grace of our Father we are washed in His blood.</span></p>
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A Song From Heaven (for real)
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-10-22:1383940:BlogPost:781045
2010-10-22T04:30:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>In my 20's, I had a dream I was sitting on a craigie cliff in Ireland, overlooking the ocean. The air was misty and a perfect level of cool. As I watched the ebb and flow of the tide, all of a sudden, I had a complete and surreal simplistic understanding that there is no gravity...only magnetism. A perpetual drawing near, never forceful...just like God. I can't describe the feeling…</b></span>
<span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>In my 20's, I had a dream I was sitting on a craigie cliff in Ireland, overlooking the ocean. The air was misty and a perfect level of cool. As I watched the ebb and flow of the tide, all of a sudden, I had a complete and surreal simplistic understanding that there is no gravity...only magnetism. A perpetual drawing near, never forceful...just like God. I can't describe the feeling of doubtless knowing...kind of like how completely I know that my eyes are dark. But even more certain than that. I felt a sense of elation at the realization that soon I would change the course of science and how we understand the universe, as well as how things will be developed with this new knowledge. I imagined that transportation would likely be first to experience a major shift. It was as if a major barrier had been removed and for the first time, I could see what was on the other side of the mountain.</b></span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>As I sat pondering, I had a sense of God's presence in the sky and heard a song coming from above me, in the infinite blue I was now looking into. It was the most pure and perfect sound I've ever heard, full of movement and emotion, more beautiful than any sound that could EVER come out of this planet. I slowly began to see this music/energy moving directly toward me, as if being fed into my soul...like a baby being nurtured by her Daddy. What was really crazy about it is that as the song moved, I knew it. Like I'd heard it before but I knew I hadn't. It was sort of like I was hearing my own heartbeat, fully able to anticipate the next rhythm and tone. Like I was born from this song. Amazing and incomprehensible. And so beautiful I cried because I was unable to contain the emotion it produced within me. my <i>soul</i> was crying with joy.</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>I also understood this song to be the key to peace...the filler of the void in men's hearts that creates a space for hatred to rest and grow. When you enter the realm of the spirit, you just have an understanding of the whole of any situation. A <i>knowing</i> of certain things. Later on, you may (and likely will) have revelations about other things linked to the experience, but as for some, you'll just know.</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>So back to the song...</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>It had a permanent resonance and when you hear it, you are forever changed. I understood that if I could capture this song and put it on a cd and play it for the whole world at once, men's hearts would be instantaneously filled with peace and there would be no more war. No possibility for it. And that ending would be eternal. I sensed that capturing and playing this song for the world one day may actually be something I'd choose to do here in this life and I wanted so badly to do that. But how do you play a song for the entire world at once?</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>I then woke up and immediately, this song was erased from my memory, as if He were telling me...</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>"But they are not yet ready."</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>I hope and pray that I get to hear that song again. Soon. I've cried countless times since when I tried but was unable to recall the melody emitted by peace. And this peace was a living force of energy.</b></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>It was clear to me that there was a God and that He is so full of love that it spills forth from His sweet heart and becomes a perfect, healing sound...a type of emotional cure-all. What God feels must be music, His living emotion come down from the Throne to heal the wounds we inflict on ourselves and each other. Infinite beautiful grace...</b></span></div>
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And He was there...
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-10-22:1383940:BlogPost:780971
2010-10-22T02:20:43.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>I flew to Texas a couple of weeks ago and as I boarded the plane, I prayed...…</b></span></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>I flew to Texas a couple of weeks ago and as I boarded the plane, I prayed...</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>Call me judgmental if you wish, but I'm really not. I simply like to survive my flight in the most uncomfortable non-ergonomic chair ever created, without having to take frequent walks down the aisle to get fresh air because the person next to me has no sense of proper hygiene, or ate the wrong thing before a long flight.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>So I found my seat right next to the aisle and thought this might not be the most strategic location to end up, as I was surrounded on both sides, versus just to the left or right. But whatever. So next to me, an older lady and her husband wearing a Navy cap sat down, and they were followed by a woman who appeared to be about 50 and wore the lines of a tough life on her face. She appeared to be very troubled by something and it wasn't long before she revealed to the man next to her that her mother had just died and she was flying to the funeral. She then began sobbing and I overheard the man tell her that he was a Navy chaplain. He gently placed his hand on the back of her hand and tried to comfort her the best he could. I heard broken sentences laden with the kind of words you'd expect a chaplain to say..."I want to pray with you right now...the Lord is your strength..." etc. I prayed too that Jesus would help the chaplain to comfort her and if necessary, give me the words to comfort her as well. But honestly, I dreaded the thought. I've never thought of myself as the person who always knew what to say regardless of the situation. And grief isn't my forte. I avoid it like the plague.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>As this poor woman cried into her blanket, I absorbed her grief like a sponge. It was overwhelming. This is why I can't even go to the funeral of someone I didn't know. I walk in and the grief jumps on me like a rabid animal and I never seem to bring enough tissue. Just as I was praying for the grief demon to be removed from my back, the woman turned to me and in a very child-like way, said...</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>"My mom died and I'm on my way to the funeral. That's why I'm crying." Then she donned a pitiful expression of emotional defeat and bowed her head into her blanket to sob some more.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>I didn't know what to say. Here's this woman, broken and undone, and I have no words to offer. Nothing. And she cried, and cried...and cried. And I prayed. "Jesus...please...please help me to help her..."</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>Some time went by and she got quiet and somber. I don't recall exactly how we started talking; something about abusive ex-husbands and such. Then the conversation died down again and she sat staring at the back of the seat. But I knew where she really was. Then I sensed an urging from Above and I took my cue and handed her my ipod. Jason Upton was singing "Psalm 23" and the second she heard Jason recite the words of King David, she began to cry again. But this time it was the cry of an overwhelmed human heart, newly filled with the love of the Holy Spirit, who I know was sitting right there with her, holding her hand and telling her it was all in His hands, and that everything was okay. He always knows what to say. And on this day, He used one of His servants named Jason Upton to convey His message that was just for her. And who knows...maybe He'd even use <em>me</em>.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>We began talking again and she asked me if I believed in Heaven and if I thought her mom was happy wherever she was now. This older woman was looking at me with the eyes of a wounded child and asking for <em>my</em> guidance? But I trusted Him to lead me and I assured her that I've met the Man face to face and yes, there definitely <em>is</em> a Heaven...a beyond comprehension place to go when we leave this place, and <em>of course</em> I believed...no, I <em>knew</em> that her mom was right there with Him in perfect love and perfect peace. That she'd always be around, looking out for her daughter, but she was now in a place where darkness never looms. Only light and love exist there and I personally, cannot wait to get there too. I also told her about all the times Jesus has shown up in my dreams and blessed my life with His visions and messages in the last year.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>"He's real," I assured her. "It's <em>all real</em>."</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>Her face shone with a deep seated comfort and I felt a twinge of relief that maybe I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to do whatever it was that He was wanting me to do in that moment. So I guided her through my playlist and graced her ears and her heart with a few more songs laden with the words of God, and the plane landed in Phoenix much too soon. Who would've thought? At the start, I was more or less praying for it to be over soon so that I didn't mess it up any worse by maybe saying the wrong thing. Now I was wishing I had just a little while longer.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>She stepped into the aisle in front of me and turned to face me and said,</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>"Thank you. I feel so much better now. Now I <em>know</em> I can handle the funeral."</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>I told her to fix her eyes on Jesus and imagine her mom standing there next to Him and know that she's perfectly where she wants to be. I saw then a smile for the first time since we'd met. A real smile. We hugged goodbye and wished each other well and walked into the rest of our lives...together in God's love.</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>And all the while...</b></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><b>He was there.</b></span></p>
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Father... I need to know
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-10-12:1383940:BlogPost:772794
2010-10-12T05:13:33.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #333233">How I wish I could've held You<br></br>The day that Jesus died<br></br>And kissed away the rain on Your cheeks<br></br>How hard Your soul must have cried<br></br> <br></br>The deepest blue emotion in eyes so tender<br></br>Such sorrow and anguish<br></br>Each day I remember<br></br>The tide of emotion in my heart<br></br>Ebbs and flows in season<br></br>It never lets me forget<br></br> Your Love is my reason<br></br>
<br></br>In the center of my heart<br></br>
I…</p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #333233">How I wish I could've held You<br/>The day that Jesus died<br/>And kissed away the rain on Your cheeks<br/>How hard Your soul must have cried<br/> <br/>The deepest blue emotion in eyes so tender<br/>Such sorrow and anguish<br/>Each day I remember<br/>The tide of emotion in my heart<br/>Ebbs and flows in season<br/>It never lets me forget<br/>
Your Love is my reason<br/>
<br/>In the center of my heart<br/>
I hold a bottle filled with Holy tears<br/>Thru every battle and storm<br/>That raged thru the years<br/>That bottle has kept my own pain grounded<br/>For no anguish compares</p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #333233">To death unfounded<br/>At least in my heart<br/>It all seemed so wrong<br/>My desire to forgive so far away<br/>To this day I fight to be strong<br/> <br/>
I wonder about that day<br/>With every drop of blood poured out<br/>What it must have looked like in Heaven<br/>Tell me...<br/>Did Your will give out?<br/>Did You rise from the Throne<br/>Only to fall to Your knees?<br/>
Father...I need to know<br/>What was it that brought You peace?</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #333233">As Your baby boy hung helpless and naked<br/>In solitary surrender<br/> His love undebated<br/>What kept You from crashing thru past decisions to save Him<br/>And pulling Him close to mercifully name Him<br/>Then and there sparing another second of anguish<br/>
King of Kings<br/>All His sorrows vanquished<br/>
<br/>Mercy and Love were gifted to us that day<br/>So much not understood<br/>Yet all wrong dissolved away<br/>
<br/>What would I say<br/>If I had been standing there<br/>Soaked in tears...stained with blood<br/>In agony gasping the same liquid air<br/>As my Savior with undying Love<br/>Did what He did<br/>What no man has done...<br/>
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"I did it for you, kid."<br/>
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JESUS</p>
A supposed revelation on why they didn't recognize Him after the resurrection
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-09-05:1383940:BlogPost:726505
2010-09-05T00:26:56.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
Well I've been pondering the whole idea behind why the disciples didn't recognize Jesus when they first saw Him after His resurrection.....<div><br></br></div>
<div>Yesterday I kept hearing these verses from Jason Upton's song "Blinded":</div>
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<div>"I don't know</div>
<div>Where I'm going</div>
<div>More and more each day</div>
<div>It's becoming just alright with me</div>
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<div>Cuz when I know</div>
<div>Where I'm going</div>
<div>My eyes keep me</div>
<div>From…</div>
Well I've been pondering the whole idea behind why the disciples didn't recognize Jesus when they first saw Him after His resurrection.....<div><br/></div>
<div>Yesterday I kept hearing these verses from Jason Upton's song "Blinded":</div>
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<div>"I don't know</div>
<div>Where I'm going</div>
<div>More and more each day</div>
<div>It's becoming just alright with me</div>
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<div>Cuz when I know</div>
<div>Where I'm going</div>
<div>My eyes keep me</div>
<div>From trusting in Thee"</div>
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<div><i>"My eyes <u>keep me from</u> trusting in Thee..."</i></div>
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<div>This morning I awoke to hearing "Cuz when I know Where I'm going My eyes keep me From trusting in Thee"......over and over and over again.........</div>
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<div>This has become a frequent and familiar pattern that the Lord uses to talk to my heart and mind. Repetition. A key verse or statement. It's up to me to maintain my dignity and learn to discern what's being given me faster than in the past LOL I've been a bit slow in "getting it."</div>
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<div>So I thought, "What in the world? The second I open my eyeballs, I'm hearing this same verse? Where's my coffee??" But I sat down in front of my pc with my bible in front of my face and asked (like I generally do) for the Spirit to lead me to scripture with relevance to this verse, as I knew He was trying to say something.</div>
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<div>I opened immediately to Acts 10 and in reading it, I came across the following:</div>
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<div>"They put Him to death upon a tree, but God raised Him on the third day and made Him to appear, not to all the people, but to us who had been chosen by God as witnesses, who ate and drank with Him after He rose from the dead."</div>
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<div>Now, at first I thought, "Ok, what does this have to do with the verse?" Sometimes I'm really that blind. "...on the third day, and made Him to appear..." there's His appearing and not appearing, right? I can see Him...but then I can't. Initially, we think of not being able to see Him as a bad thing, or at least disappointing. But Jason takes it a step further and claims that it is when he <i>can't</i> see Him that he fully trusts in Him to lead him. That when he's unable to understand why or where he's going in a direction, that he has to put his full trust in Jesus...and that's when he experiences that inner peace that comes from knowing that He's all we need. It's in his blindness that he can truly "see."</div>
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<div>I also picked up in the part that talks about "those who ate and drank with Him after He rose." Now couldn't this include all of us who've received Communion, then? Couldn't we be chosen to see Him as well?</div>
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<div>So this got me to thinking about the resurrection appearances and the times they didn't know it was Him...at least, first they didn't. I've always thought this was strange. How could they have been with Him for 3 years and not known it was Him?</div>
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<div>There have been many theories on this matter, including one that poses the possibility that if Jesus maintained His crucifixion scars, i.e., the nail holes and the one in His side from the Roman's spear, then it would make sense that maybe He maintained them all. The scourge wounds, beaten face "beyond human likeness" which implies someone that's beaten so badly that he wouldn't have been recognizable to anyone period.</div>
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<div>However, this creates a problem: why would this fact never have been recorded in scripture? That's where my own personal experience comes in handy...</div>
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<div>I had a series of dreams several months ago...7 dreams, 7 nights in a row...in which Jesus appeared to me. However, He didn't appear as Himself right away. Not until another dream months later, in fact. This made me really inquisitive as to why He'd show up this way, when I knew it was Him, though no one else did. First, why did He want to appear "in disguise"? Second, why would He allow me to know that it was Him and no one else?</div>
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<div>So here's basically how all the dreams went...</div>
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<div>I was watching a crowd of people, all gathered together in an effort to impress this "guy" by using worldly methods of flashing wealth, image, dancing, fast cars...etc. It was kind of comical. It was obvious that they saw Jesus as some guy who would be impressed by the things that keep the world just what it is...worldly. He just stood there watching and unimpressed, no expression on His face and there was a sense of boredom, for lack of a better explanation. This isn't what He was looking for, clearly, in the dream. But they tried and tried in the same ways to grab His attention for whatever their purpose might have been.</div>
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<div>I just stood in the background wondering when they were gonna realize that this wasn't working. Then, in each dream, He turned to me, took my hand and led me off into seclusion, as if He were simply conveying to me that He noticed that my heart was different, and that I was in the right state of mind. He told me that they did not know Him because they were of the world and that is why He chose me.</div>
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<div>In the final dream, He appeared as a Special Forces soldier (Spec Ops/Forces are soldiers I've always had a lot of respect for) and He took me to the side and showed me a manual of sorts. In it was the layout for a mission of tremendous importance which He told me He needed me to take on. It seemed impossible for <i>many</i> human beings to accomplish, much less me alone...which is what He was telling me I had to do. I was thinking to myself,</div>
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<div>"There's NO WAY I can do this! It's so much bigger than me. He must have the wrong person..."</div>
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<div>I didn't have a chance to speak before He uttered the following words:</div>
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<div>"Don't doubt yourself. Your whole life has prepared you for this. You're already strong enough. It's going to be hard, but I'll be with you. Now follow Me..."</div>
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<div>For whatever reason, when He spoke those words, that was enough for me. I was filled with a sense of power and strength like I've never known. Just to know that He would be with me the whole way was enough. So I gladly accepted this "mission." For His own reasons, He has taken the memory of what the mission actually was, but I know that in His time, He will reveal it to me again. I sense that I am currently in a preparation mode, being chastened and molded in the way that will suit His will.</div>
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<div>Now here's my thought...</div>
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<div>If He showed up that many times as a completely normal guy in ordinary circumstances, yet I knew it was Him, wouldn't it make sense that maybe this is what happened 2000 years ago when He appeared post-resurrection? Maybe, for divine reasons, He chose to be known only after each person He appeared to had whatever individual revelation they needed to have and had found some level of understanding or faith that may have been lacking up to that point? I don't know. But it "feels" right to me.</div>
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<div>I'm no prophet. I'm not claiming to be. But I believe that every believer who truly seeks His face and desires understanding of those Kingdoms things we treasure, will be allowed to see whatever God determines is in keeping with His will for our lives.</div>
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<div>My own lessons from this experience/revelation are still growing in number, as has been the case with everything of God since I began to follow hard after Him. One concept I've grasped is that our vision (that of our eyes) is not a critical part of the things of God. I mean, that's where faith comes in, right? From believing and knowing that which one cannot see or prove? And it is our minds and surrendered will that allows us to <i>know</i> anything of the Kingdom at all. Maybe it also means that we should strive to recognize Him in every thing, person and situation. That He's not "up there" or anywhere but here, all around us, even though we can't see Him. Was this the lesson for the disciples and the others? Was this the lesson to all who hear the Word? You tell me.</div>
Our Tongues
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-07-09:1383940:BlogPost:665270
2010-07-09T13:33:45.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; text-align: center;"><u><a href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/jbvqrfbmqsqwbnmdwthkzwczbfwnjhhnsvbzrrdbmvvfvrj_zpdsmrmrdpzb.html" target="_blank" style="font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: blue; cursor: pointer;"><span class="ecxhyperlink1" style="color: rgb(12, 21, 248); text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(118, 132, 61);">Luann Prater</span></span></a></u></p>
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; text-align: center;"><span class="ecxemphasisa" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; color: black; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Italic'; color: rgb(168, 68, 22);">"Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark."</span></span></p>
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Bold'; color: rgb(120, 51, 132); font-size: 11pt;">Devotion:</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My husband asked me to pick up some diesel fuel for the tractor. I had his truck and he had put the gas can in a box so it wouldn't tip over. Now, I'm 5'2", so can we just start there? Things that taller-than-me folks can do becomes a bit more of an issue for this vertically challenged gal. I pumped the gas into the can then tried to lift it, not only up to the bed of the truck, but over the top edge of the box. It was then I discovered the little valve cover was open.</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My lips are like that little valve. It is such a small opening, yet the fuel that escapes can be unpleasant, caustic and even deadly. Loose lips have snapped at my family. Harsh tones have left friends feeling poisoned. Careless words have killed the spirit in a vulnerable child.</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">James tells us that our tongue is like a restless evil full of deadly poison. Ouch! My husband didn't want me to spill that gas; we wanted to use it for good. God doesn't want our tongues to open unless they are going to encourage and spur one another on.</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Several years ago I made a very small, but very life-changing decision. When a hurtful thought comes into my head, I tighten my lips and force a pause button to appear in my brain. When I allow myself to have just a second to think about the potential hazard that could come from 'speaking my mind' it gives the Holy Spirit time to check my heart and motives. In that pause moment I say, "Lord, take control of this tongue." And He does.</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"></p>
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<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Bold'; color: rgb(120, 51, 132); font-size: 11pt;">Application Steps:</span></p>
<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Before anything negative slips past your lips today, hit the pause button. Pray that the Holy Spirit take control. Ask God to make you a peacemaker.</span></p>
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Away From the Shore
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-07-03:1383940:BlogPost:660592
2010-07-03T05:30:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><i>[This was my reply to a friend's blog. I can somehow still find insight in it.}…</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><i>"How is love dying by the minute for some, growing for others and how must the sickness feel of losing a child you can't make come back no matter how much you pray the hunger to go away?"</i><br/><br/><br/>This is beautiful, my friend. Every bit of it. I love the candle story. Oh....the things I could tell you that have traveled thousands of miles through my mind...<br/><br/>But the above statement sat me back in my chair for a second until I realized that my insecurity regarding anyone (namely my daughter in the kitchen behind me) seeing ME get lost in thought, pushed me forward and back into place as I tried to appear nonchalant. God forbid anyone should ever see the sparkle of a leaky eye upon MY face. But you know me.<br/><br/>You've already imagined. It <i>is</i> a hunger you pray to lose. But I know I'll always know where to find it. I keep changing my tactics to take the edge off, year after year, but that wheel must perpetually roll on.... <br/><br/>Lest I ever forget.<br/><br/>"Never in a million years.....never in a million years..." were the words I spoke to someone who knew better than I that the loss of three very critical parts of myself were about to become the fatal blow to my dignity and trust in humanity, and ultimately, life's harshest and most important lesson. <br/><br/>Never take the rain for granted. You'll learn more in a single thunderstorm than in a thousand days of sunshine.<br/><br/>Don't think for one minute you've grown unable to feel. Ice shatters like glass at the slightest blow.<br/><br/>Forgive yourself before you question your right to do so. A flower trodden down by the truth will still reach up for the sun. Another day to try again is the gift you give yourself.<br/><br/>It's hard to know where my path will take me from here. Yesterday proved that it's time to try a new one. I learned a long, long time ago not to force my will on anyone. If Life sees fit, our paths will cross again. For another chance to be forgiven.<br/><br/>It's funny how the words we write and post into a virtual world can reach across an unlimited distance and spark such deep thought...real emotion......fear......sorrow. Even though they've come from a different origin, the paths eventually cross and the journey continues to grow....branches reaching into the deepest and darkest places within us......scaling walls and digging up the things we thought we'd buried forever. Things that inevitably haunt us until we face them and give them a name. A purpose. Validation. Acceptance.<br/><br/>What a hellish web I've weaved throughout my years. How hard I've played and how many ways I've died. I'm still amazed at how many times I must relive the same hell to learn a simple lesson. Love. Accept. Give. Grow. Trust someone. Trust yourself. Trust<i>no one.</i> Do all of these things all at the same time. <br/><br/>I guess we all get the chance to figure it all out one day. Or we don't. Is it worth all of this? Of course it is. But everyday I still wonder. I just hope all of my little pieces come back together one day before I die in this place. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. But I know I did. Sometimes walking away is the right thing to do. Even when the whole world disagrees.<br/><br/>Maybe this life is just a chapter of a whole. Maybe it's time to bury a few things again for now. So that I can live again. So that love knows where to find me again. So that the sun can remind me that it needs the rain. It's been cold and dark for far too long. <br/><br/>I hear a familiar rhythm from deep down somewhere. I'm afraid but my eyes are open. Then I reach out and push myself away from the same shore I left so long ago. But this time....<br/><br/>....I can already feel the sun.</span>
Dreams of the Rapture
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-05-21:1383940:BlogPost:622648
2010-05-21T04:19:24.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
In the last few days, I've had series of dreams on the rapture.<br></br>I was shown an image of the entire earth and centers of activity and conflict and the underlying understanding that the Islamic radicals were at the root of the major world conflicts. Missiles with white smoke streaked from east to west across the skies all over the world
at once. People were going nuts and running everywhere and screaming,<br />
confused and having nowhere to hide. <br></br><br></br>Then an announcement came from
the sky…
In the last few days, I've had series of dreams on the rapture.<br/>I was shown an image of the entire earth and centers of activity and conflict and the underlying understanding that the Islamic radicals were at the root of the major world conflicts. Missiles with white smoke streaked from east to west across the skies all over the world
at once. People were going nuts and running everywhere and screaming,<br />
confused and having nowhere to hide. <br/><br/>Then an announcement came from
the sky that Jesus had come and it was time to get in line. I ran<br />
around to find my cat and grabbed him and when I got outside there were<br />
lines miles long of people waiting to be taken up. I ran past them<br />
because I didn't wanna wait to see Jesus LOL and I was drawn up into<br />
the sky and landed at a kind of pit stop where angels were doing<br />
various things and talking to people before they got to see Him. One<br />
angel who addressed me was a black lady with lots of braids and she asked me if I'd seen<br />
His face yet (because that's what i always think about!) I told her I<br />
hadn't. She had very dark skin and bright yellow eyes.<br/><br/>She
led me to some sort of a vehicle and told me to climb into the cab. In<br />
the driver's seat there was a man with light blue eyes who was really<br />
nice and he told me to climb up next to him. For whatever reason it was<br />
a tight fit and I got stuck! He was laughing at me and I was<br />
laughing at myself and I turned and told someone who was behind me to shove<br />
me into the small space...<br/><br/>...then I woke up. Of course.<br/><br/>The
next night I had another series of dreams like these but they were more<br />
on a personal vs global level. I got to see the human effect of being chosen or left behind. Bruce Marchiano was there (he's the man who played Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew movie who I got to meet recently). There was something<br />
terribly troubling that he was dealing with and he sought help in<br />
the people around him but no one could offer comfort or advice. I don't<br />
remember what it was he was struggling with. He came to me and we<br />
talked about it but he was so troubled by whatever it was, I felt<br />
that I couldn't help enough. I recall being really concerned about him.<br />
Through all of the chaos of the rapture then taking place, he and I<br />
managed to stay close to one another and helped others who were lost<br />
understand what was happening and what they needed to do. <br/><br/><br/>I
don't know why I'm having these dreams. Maybe it's just been on my<br />
mind. But I can tell you that I have never had a succession of dreams<br />
on the same subject before in my lifetime, much less 3-7 of them 2<br />
nights in a row. I guess we'll see. All I know is that the sense of urgency I've felt since I was a child has gone into overdrive recently. <br/><br/>All of the signs are falling perfectly into place. Preachers all over the world are preaching the end. Those who are lost are acting out their absence from God. He's coming very soon. Are you ready?<br/><br/><br/>
Deliverance
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-05-05:1383940:BlogPost:613811
2010-05-05T20:30:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">signs are what I asked for</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">simple, descript</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">never counted on Hell moving in</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">like waking up in a different world</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I looked for what was familiar</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">something knowable, something heard</span></i></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">but you shook my foundation</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">left me bleeding on the floor</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">how did you come to hate me so</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I'd only seen you once before</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">one day a smile graced my face</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">soon my serenity would be replaced</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">your displays of ego, terror and fear</span></i></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">never leaving my side</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">you took away my joy, my pride</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">questioning my role in this play</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I surrendered my dignity</span></i></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">no more would I sleep without fear</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">you have an unquenchable hunger for my tears</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I banished you each night with prayer</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">and hoped that God would hear my cries and care</span></i></font></p>
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<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">but I set the stage long ago</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">the invitation so innocent</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">how could I know</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">that you'd keep your word you gave that night</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">and fill with darkness where there once was light</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">you told me "I'll be with you until you grow old"</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I never questioned your words so bold</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">and here we stand, you and I, today</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">what once was black has become a new day</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">only a short while ago it was so very dark</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">so dark that my fear forever changed my heart</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">a darkness so black when I closed my eyes</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">yet demonic faces could not tranquilize</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">a drive to forever seek the Light</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">eye to eye with no compromise</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">viper eyes ripped through my soul</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">twisting my ability to comprehend your role</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">"you must become me to fight me"</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">in my face, you say</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">no longer I will</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I've found a better way</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">so you consumed me with hatred</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">bitter resentment and rage</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">hindering in that moment</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">my will to turn that page</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">forever you grip me with unflinching malice</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">so clear your ire, so clever and callous</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">but you never thought I'd turn back to the Light</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">now His love has overcome me</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">and dominated the fight</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">within me you howl and compete for my mind</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">but Love has lead me to my greatest find</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">that <em>only</em> Love has ever been real</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">without it I'd lost my ability to feel</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">anything but what you flooded within me</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">now broken but saved</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I'll live for infinity</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">embraced by the Light, I know my place now</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">looking behind me, I no longer know how</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">to set aside my Center and deny my heart</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">forever grateful for your torment in part</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">for shining light on the enemy within</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">and paving the way for Mercy to come in</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">to change me completely and end the strife</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Yeshua, my Creator, the breath of my life</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">blessed is He who replaced darkness with Light</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You are my center, Lord</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">the beat of my heart.</span></i></font></p>
<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px;"><font size="3"><i><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></i></font></p>
I Have No Name
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-03-03:1383940:BlogPost:578434
2010-03-03T23:30:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<p>I dreamed last once again about the strange man who presents himself to me and pulls me from the unrelenting crowd who wishes to have him for themselves and shows me that I am his chosen one. Last night as I eagerly entered sleep, I saw this man again. I say "eagerly entered" because it is my dreams which God and Jesus have chosen to often speak directly to me. In this dream, there was a man who was strong and beautiful, in high demand by the females in the crowd. They cried out to him and…</p>
<p>I dreamed last once again about the strange man who presents himself to me and pulls me from the unrelenting crowd who wishes to have him for themselves and shows me that I am his chosen one. Last night as I eagerly entered sleep, I saw this man again. I say "eagerly entered" because it is my dreams which God and Jesus have chosen to often speak directly to me. In this dream, there was a man who was strong and beautiful, in high demand by the females in the crowd. They cried out to him and waved their hands, making mockeries of themselves to no avail in order to gain the acknowledgment of this one man who stood out from any other. He was beautiful, passionate by nature and a magnificent presence. At once, he pulled me from the crowd and he took my hand and we ran away to a place of solitude to be alone, letting me know that he had chosen me for his companion. This wasn't to be a romantic relationship, but a passionate and loving one unlike any I'd ever known. I only remember true love coming from him. I felt like this was the kind of love I'd been seeking my whole life. <br/><br/>I have been visited by Jesus several times in my dreams. And each time, He pulls me from the crowd and makes it known that He has chosen me because I do not care for the ways of the world. He needs someone with pure intent when it comes to matters of the soul. I believe that I was visited once again by Him last night but I wondered why He would be showing me this same scenario again. Then I came across the "Tortured For Christ" website and discovered an incredible story of a man who survived 14 years of torture and darkness under the earth simply because he was a Christian in a communist country. This man's faith is a testimony to the love and passion of our Lord Jesus. Unlike any I've ever known. It motivates me to stay the course no matter what this country is headed for and seek to know that faith and love that this man had found under them most vile of circumstances. As he told his story, his face glowed with joy and he conveyed that passion to his audience and continues to do the same today, even after his death. <br/><br/>During his story, he spoke of a day when he was visited in his cell by the Lord Himself. Jesus asked him, <br/><br/>"What is your name?"<br/><br/>Many fears went through the man's mind as he pondered whether or not to tell Jesus that his name was, in fact Richard. He replied to Jesus, <br/><br/>"<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Jesus, I have no name. Allow me to bear Your name."</span></p>
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<p><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"For this is what He really wishes for us,</span>" Richard stated.<br style="FONT-STYLE: italic"/><br/>He goes on to say:<br/><br/>"<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Paul understood it. Not 'I live.' Not the old Paul. Not a new Paul. Not the wicked Paul who has been a murderer. Nor the new Paul who is an apostle. Not the wicked and full of vices, not the very good and full of virtues. The 'I' has been abolished. Not 'I live' but 'it is Christ who lives in me</span>.'"<br/><br/>So when I heard this, I wondered about my dream and had a revelation....<br/><br/>The man in my dream <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">was</span> Jesus! And the reason He came to me was to let me know that He wants to give me His name! His beautiful and glorious name.......for I am a portion of the Bride and He is our Groom. How perfect!<br/><br/>I sooo love it when He visits. It is never without a lesson to be learned or fact known. Never with an absence of true and perfect love. <br/><br/><br/><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYlXC5b2NCw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYlXC5b2NCw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" height="364" width="445"></embed></object>
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Facing the Demon
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-02-26:1383940:BlogPost:576176
2010-02-26T22:00:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
I had a nightmare a couple of nights ago and in it I stood face to face<br></br>
with the demon that has been tormenting me for many years. I could<br></br>
describe him to you but I don't want to detract from the point of this<br></br>
blog.<br></br>
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As I stood facing my biggest fear, he said this to me:<br></br>
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"You must become me to fight me!"<br></br>
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I said, "Not anymore."<br></br>
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At that point, I was overcome with his emotions, his rage, disgust and<br></br>
seething hatred for me. It was…
I had a nightmare a couple of nights ago and in it I stood face to face<br/>
with the demon that has been tormenting me for many years. I could<br/>
describe him to you but I don't want to detract from the point of this<br/>
blog.<br/>
<br/>
As I stood facing my biggest fear, he said this to me:<br/>
<br/>
"You must become me to fight me!"<br/>
<br/>
I said, "Not anymore."<br/>
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At that point, I was overcome with his emotions, his rage, disgust and<br/>
seething hatred for me. It was hatred unimaginable to the human mind.<br/>
It permeated my fibrous structure and I could literally feel every<br/>
emotion within every cell of my being. I was no longer human.<br/> <span style="font-style: italic;">I had become his emotions</span>.<br/>
It was so intense that I felt as if my body would explode. I screamed<br/>
out as a sort of release for this building pressure. At once I was<br/>
taken over by this demon and I felt trapped within his body, though I<br/>
still stood facing him. I began to scream out for him to release me and<br/>
when I did, my voice came out demonic and I began speaking in tongues.<br/>
This scared me more than anything ever has. I thought, "I must <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> myself <br/>out of here..." and I felt my soul begin to come to the surface. There was <br/>an extreme sense of urgency as if my life were about to end.<br/>
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As I felt my soul separate from his body, I screamed, <br/>
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"LET ME OUT!!"<br/>
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He yelled, "NO!!"<br/>
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And I was once again pulled back into his being. He was so powerful. I<br/>
was helpless as a newborn baby. This repeated a couple of times and<br/>
thank God I woke up because it was exhausting.<br/>
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For the last couple of days, I have been consumed by this dream and<br/>
questions about why I was allowed to see this demon face to face. I<br/>
mean, I've moved closer to God in the last 6 months than I've ever been<br/>
in my entire life. Why would I be forced to see this evil being that<br/>
I've worked so hard to separate myself from? And what exactly did the<br/>
demon mean when he said, "You must become me to fight me"? The answer<br/>
came to me: "The demon <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> rage and hatred. In that instant, you literally <span style="font-style: italic;"><br/>became</span> all that he was, even in the physical sense.<br/>
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Then I spoke to a dear friend who told me that he was concerned about<br/>
why I would devote so much of my time to these questions and<br/>
ultimately, to this demon instead of focusing on God and living His<br/>
way. So I took this message to heart and asked God last night why He<br/>
allowed me to see this demon and asked Him to lead me to a scripture<br/>
that held the answer. <br/>
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I opened my bible to Proverbs 16 and began to read and ponder the<br/>
messages therein. When I got to the last verses of chapter 17, I heard<br/>
God's voice say to me, "Your answer will be in the beginning of the<br/>
next chapter." Chapter 18:10 reads:<br/>
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"The name of the Lord is a strong fortress;<br/>
the godly run to Him and are safe."<br/>
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Short and simple as always. Then it hit me....<br/>
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"<span style="font-style: italic;">What is the one thing I failed to do when confronted by the evil one? <br/>I failed to call on God to protect me."<br/>
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</span> Why, after all I've been through and learned since July of last<br/>
year, did I fail to call on the name of my Father when I was at the<br/>
mercy of satan? Why? How could I forget that?? <br/>
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The answer is simple: because throughout my life, when faced with<br/>
hardship, instead of calling out for His strength, I relied upon my own<br/>
fighting spirit to right the wrongs and to survive the struggles of<br/>
life. I bought into the idea that "I am my own god" without even<br/>
realizing it.<br/><br/>What a dangerous web we weave.<br/>
<br/>
God is trying to train my mind and heart and spirit to cry out for<br/>
grace in the midst of treachery. These little earthquakes are the<br/>
building blocks of my foundation. He will guide me until I get it<br/>
right, every time.<br/>
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I will gladly and humbly accept His instruction. Because I have come <br/>to trust my Father.<br/>
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(Thanks for the insight, Dave ;)
Wait Upon the Wind
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-02-22:1383940:BlogPost:572743
2010-02-22T06:30:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<p><strong><font color="#7030A0" size="2">Changes are occurring. At a rapid rate. My vision is becoming clearer. I am stepping outside myself and seeing myself for the first time.<br></br><br></br>He created the tree in the Garden, not to tempt, but to offer them a choice whether or not to follow Him. To give them the yin and the yang to know joy and sorrow. If you've known sorrow before, you will know it when it knocks a second time and you will have the option to leave the door shut. This allows you…</font></strong></p>
<p><strong><font color="#7030A0" size="2">Changes are occurring. At a rapid rate. My vision is becoming clearer. I am stepping outside myself and seeing myself for the first time.<br/><br/>He created the tree in the Garden, not to tempt, but to offer them a choice whether or not to follow Him. To give them the yin and the yang to know joy and sorrow. If you've known sorrow before, you will know it when it knocks a second time and you will have the option to leave the door shut. This allows you to stay the Course. Free will. What every human being claims to want. Wars are fought and millions upon millions have been killed in the name of freedom. God gave it to us, yet we continue to persecute Him for it and "for tempting and punishing us unjustly" and for allowing us to reap the consequences of our own decisions. How unfair we become when we're ashamed of our mistakes. Always blaming someone else. Adam and Eve both did it. <br/><br/></font></strong><font face="Times New Roman"><strong><font color="#7030A0"><font size="2"><font class="sqq">"The will is a beast of burden. If God mounts it, it wishes and goes as God wills. If Satan mounts it, it wishes and goes where Satan wills. Nor can it choose its rider...the riders contend for its possession."<br/>~Martin Luther<br/><br/></font>Could it be that the greatest deception Satan ever pulled off was to convince us that God had ill intent in the Garden and is, therefore malicious toward us? If in fact that is the case and Satan shrouded us in ignorance, that would mean that Satan is the benevolent one. <br/><br/>"You will know them by their fruits."<br/><br/>What fruit has Satan offered? How has Lucifer proven that <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">he</span> is merciful and loving? What facts are satanists (both admittedly and unknowingly by consequence of one's actions) basing their convictions on? Those who live by the precept of "survival of the fittest" and "there is no devil and there is no Hell" embrace the idea that free will is a survival tool to be used as a bludgeon to anyone who seems weaker or beneath their own egotistical greatness. Their belief is that when one dies, he becomes a decaying corpse, disposed of life and empty of a soul that simply ceases to be upon one's last gasp. How beautiful that notion is. Life is a battle of wits and muscle. That's it. Where, I ask is the passion in that? Deep down, the human soul <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">knows</span> that this is not all there is. It <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">knows</span> that we have a Creator who gave us a purpose and a heart for a reason. To deny one's own purpose is a true crime of passion. <br/><br/>There are people that live their whole lives as victims. I have been guilty of this fatal attitude. Yet we can all be <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">victorious</span> through Jesus. Instinctively I have always known that my burdens and mistakes were to teach me something. I wondered who it was that was teaching me these lessons because I have never felt like a god and have never bought into the New Age idea that "we are our own god." At least not knowingly. I believed that there was a God and that all of my hardships were valuable lessons, only I blamed God for the sorrow they brought. As if He was punishing me for a crime I had yet to commit.<br/><br/>How did I miss You all this time<br/>Standing in front of me<br/>Silent and poised<br/>Humble and holy<br/>Beautiful and visible to the open eye<br/>How many ways were You reaching for me<br/>How many times did I make You cry<br/>I could never crawl low enough<br/>To hide my shame<br/>How did I ever come to doubt You<br/>Why did I walk away<br/>How blind my life has been<br/>How dark the vision<br/>My sad heart knew no way<br/>I lost and cried<br/>Bled and died<br/>Poured my soul out on the empty road<br/>Sold my soul for a life full of fear<br/>Forgetting somehow that You were near<br/>Never leaving my side<br/>You waited<br/>Suffering through my ego<br/>My pride<br/>Was what kept my heart so far away<br/>I never thought about your broken heart<br/>Each tear that streaked across your face<br/>My broken heart consumed me<br/>My babies are alive<br/>Your Baby had to die<br/>For <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">me</span><br/>How I wish I could have comforted <br/>Your broken heart<br/>Shielded your eyes<br/>From what we did to Him there<br/>Wiped the tears from your solemn face<br/>Wrapped You in my embrace<br/>And told You that I'm so very sorry<br/>And that I love You more than life<br/>Thank You for never telling me a lie<br/>Thank You for loving me<br/><br/><br/>I am so grateful that He never gave up on me. I must learn now to wait upon the Lord. After all He's been through, what right do I have to complain or tell Him that He should act when I see fit? I shall gaze up into the clouds and grit my teeth in excitement at the first kiss of the breeze on my cheek. For then I know that the Lord is with me...<br/><br/>Dancing with me in the sky....<br/><br/>Calming me with a holy sigh that I can feel as it graces my life...<br/><br/>Come Lord...<br/><br/>I want to fly...</font></font></strong></font></p>
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Can you hear His Voice?
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-02-21:1383940:BlogPost:572632
2010-02-21T22:00:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<p>"Peace that surpasses all human understanding..."<br></br><br></br>I felt it when I was a lost 15 year old kid being tormented nightly by the demon that would follow me to this day when 2 angels came to my side to comfort me and bring me out of suicidal depression in an instant. I have also felt it during this trial of my life that's been going on for the last 6 months. <br></br><br></br>I'd end up writing a book here if I tried to lay out the basics of my life experience. The desire to kill.....was my…</p>
<p>"Peace that surpasses all human understanding..."<br/><br/>I felt it when I was a lost 15 year old kid being tormented nightly by the demon that would follow me to this day when 2 angels came to my side to comfort me and bring me out of suicidal depression in an instant. I have also felt it during this trial of my life that's been going on for the last 6 months. <br/><br/>I'd end up writing a book here if I tried to lay out the basics of my life experience. The desire to kill.....was my passion. The seething hatred for those who did wrong was eating me from the inside out and I could take no more. I made plans to act and then God spoke to my heart and said, <br/><br/>"Is this what you want your life to represent? Is this what you want your kids to remember? Look at what you've become. Get help so that I can begin to do my work in your life."<br/><br/>So I went and got help. It wasn't a big help but shrinks can only offer so much to a person who's in desperate need of a spiritual lobotomy. It helped to talk to someone though who would help me see through others' eyes and ultimately, through my kids' eyes and I didn't like what they were going to see. I opted for medication to settle my mind for awhile and allow me time to start thinking differently. Within a couple of months, I no longer needed meds to remain calm. The Spirit was already beginning to work on me. However, I had a very long way to go.<br/><br/>So here I am now, an ex-soldier for man turned soldier for God and I have a new life story to tell. The last 6 months has been like an entire lifetime. So much has happened and so much has changed. If you'd known me just a few months ago, you'd think I was my twin with a different personality. People who knew me then can't believe who I am today. And people aren't afraid of me anymore. They see a light in my eyes and they don't know where it comes from. I'm at rock bottom but what they don't understand is that this is the perfect place to build my new life, free from obstructions and full of potential. God has a new blueprint and Jesus is the Contractor. <br/><br/>And the voice......oh my goodness the voice! SO MANY sleepless nights I've had in the last few months because of that voice! He comes to me as I lay still, either sleeping or awake, and repeats His message over<br/>and over and over and over.......until I get it. Until it's so deeply engraved on my heart and in my mind that I cannot forget or disregard it. And it is always an answer to a question I've asked Him. It's beautiful. And I've accepted that I may never sleep again LOL but I don't even care. As long as I drift into delirium with His voice in my head, I don't care if I sleep. <br/><br/>If you've wondered "Why can't I hear God's voice?" Maybe you have, you just didn't recognize it. He comes to each one of us in different ways but I can tell you that if you're paying attention (and I would highly recommend writing down every question you have for Him and every sign or voice you hear because you'll be amazed) if you're open to hear His voice, He WILL speak to you. When I have a question, I ask Him for an answer or for clarity right before I go to bed and I get the answer I seek. Mostly, it comes either in a dream or I literally hear a man's voice speaking to me and He repeats the same statement over and over again until I get only an hour or two worth of sleep! I keep hearing it over and over until it sticks and I realize that HEY! This is GOD's voice!! And I will tell you.....generally, His reply is very short and simple. <br/><br/>For instance... I recently met a guy who is physically absolutely PERFECT, even his face is amazingly beautiful. He had a great manner about him and seemed like a truly nice, sweet guy. He wanted to visit me. At this point in my life, after everything I've been through in the last few months and with all of the changes in me spiritually, I am cautious to say the least when it comes to letting anyone new into my life because I do not want to be influenced away from my Father. So I asked God one night if this guy was sent by Him or if he was sent by satan to tempt me into stepping off the path. I went to sleep only to have my dreams interrupted by the voice of my Father telling me,<br/><br/>"Make sure he's not sent by the evil one to tempt you...." over and over and over. I even heard this voice when I would toss and turn. God was making it easy for me to discern that this guy is a temptation brought by satan to lead me away from my Jesus and set me back in my development. Satan knows how perfect a guy would have to seem to even get me to look in his direction. And there in front of me I had an opportunity to have this gorgeous person in my life who seemed to have the loving personality that could offer me happiness. Or did he?<br/><br/>"Make sure he's not sent by the evil one...."<br/><br/>I kept hearing those words. Why else would He say this? Why not, "Nope! It wasn't me!" A lesson in discernment I suppose.<br/><br/>If you've ever wondered why you don't hear His voice, maybe your ears are just not tuned into His frequency. Try again. And again...and again....until you recognize it. He's speaking to you. All you have to do is be willing to hear the truth, even if it's not what you <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">want</span> to hear.</p>
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<p>By the way...</p>
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<p>It turned out that this "awesome" guy was a total fake. He messed up when he sent me a couple of pictures that looked very similar to the first ones but he must have missed the fact that the 2 different guys in those pictures had completely different EARS! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! wHAT A LOSER.</p>
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<p>And he didn't even have the guts to email me back when I asked him if his ear transplant was a difficult process.</p>
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<p>Satan must have no sense of humor.</p>
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My Prophetic Dream
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-02-14:1383940:BlogPost:567434
2010-02-14T22:00:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
This blog does not contain visions of Jesus. At the time it was written, I was as far from God as I ever want to know that I was. Even though, I was given a glimpse into my future.<br></br><br></br>I wrote this in July about 2 weeks before "the storm" hit. It is freaky how
prophetic it is. <br></br>This is before I had experienced ANYTHING of the demonic. I<br></br>
wrote it right after the dream I had where I was flying and saw faces<br></br>
of what I understood to be my forefathers in white sand on…
This blog does not contain visions of Jesus. At the time it was written, I was as far from God as I ever want to know that I was. Even though, I was given a glimpse into my future.<br/><br/>I wrote this in July about 2 weeks before "the storm" hit. It is freaky how
prophetic it is. <br/>This is before I had experienced ANYTHING of the demonic. I<br/>
wrote it right after the dream I had where I was flying and saw faces<br/>
of what I understood to be my forefathers in white sand on mountain<br/>
tops who seemed to be beckoning for me to accomplish something they had<br/>
started. Then suddenly a hole which had been ripped intentionally<br/>
opened up in the sky to my right and I saw inside it a beautiful city.<br/>
I felt a strong beckoning from within it and flew nearer. As I peeked<br/>
inside in awe at its beauty, I felt someone, actually more than one<br/>
'someone' trying to entice me inside. At first it seemed welcoming but<br/>
then it suddenly seemed as if someone wanted me to come inside <i>way</i><br/>
too badly so I pulled back and felt something grab hold of one of my<br/>
ankles and try to pull me in. I realized then that this city was an<br/>
illusion. A covering of what was really there....something sinister. I<br/>
jerked free and flew away and up into the clouds again then I was free.<br/>
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Then I decided to put my dream onto the screen and this is what came out of it. Eerie!<br/>
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<div class="blogTimeStamp"><br/>[08 Jul 2009 | Wednesday]</div>
<br/><font face="Georgia">My life is like a movie in vivid all-spectrum color<br/>A hailstorm of emotions<br/>Beating me down<br/>Tearing a hole in the sky<br/>A demon crouches looking me in the eye<br/>But I've seen the faces in the sand<br/>The warriors before me who've been beckoning me<br/>Since I first touched my wet feet to the floor<br/>Who do you think you are<br/><br/><br/>The tips of my feet graze the treetops<br/>And I am in flight once again<br/>This is my time of freedom<br/>You hate that in the dream<br/>When I know it's real<br/>So you find a crack in reality<br/>And reach through your dry ashen talon<br/>Tugging at the seam of the breaking day<br/>Thinking you've torn me apart at my core <br/>Then the light pours in again<br/>And I drop to the floor<br/>Who did you think you were looking for<br/><br/>I'm not at all who you thought I'd be<br/>Slithering pestilence nipping at my heels<br/>Ever wanting and pressing against the glass cage<br/>You can see everything I see<br/>Go ahead<br/>Break free<br/>Or are you willing to admit <br/>That you could never walk side by side with me<br/>I AM everything you can never be<br/>That is why you trudge and fall<br/>Face truth and withstand the storm<br/>Knowing no hand will ever reach out<br/>To break your fall<br/>You turn to me and give me blame<br/>SHRIEKING and panting and thrashing 'round<br/>Yet......inside this madness<br/><br/><br/>I HEAR <b><i>NO</i></b> SOUND<br/><br/><br/>Only grace<br/>As the sun kisses my streaked face<br/>I know<br/>You were only ever there to comfort me<br/>When I feel I've lost my way<br/>When my world starts crashing down<br/>You are my perfect embrace<br/>Because I can see through your eyes and know<br/>Life can only be savored by the chosen few<br/>I hold what is both old and new<br/>Familiar blood rushes forcefully through these veins<br/>And you begin to disappear<br/>Disappear......softer now with barely a face<br/>I am no longer a puppet in your play<br/><i>I</i> have become the hero of the day<br/>Who did you think you were<br/><br/><br/><b>THIS IS <i>MY</i> HALLOWED PLACE.</b></font><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/> <span style="font-style: italic;">[I will now offer a brief explanation of the last few paragraphs because I realize that they can be misinterpreted]:</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br/><br/><br/>"Yet......inside this madness<br/><br/>I HEAR <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NO</span> SOUND<br/><br/>Only grace"<br/><br/>(<span style="font-style: italic;">inside the shrieking of the demon's wrath and the storm of my emotions, I somehow found inner calm)</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br/><br/><br/>"As the sun kisses my streaked face<br/>I know<br/>You were only ever there to comfort me<br/>When I feel I've lost my way<br/>When my world starts crashing down<br/>You are my perfect embrace<br/>Because I can see through your eyes and know<br/>Life can only be savored by the chosen few"<br/><br/>(<span style="font-style: italic;">the demon was the opposite of what I wanted to feel, see and think and by looking thru its eyes when I was a homicidal mess, I realized that this was not what I wanted to be, and when I felt I'd lost my way, all I had to do was look thru his eyes and know that I could seek the light and everything would be ok</span>)<br/><br/><br/><br/>"I hold what is both old and new<br/>Familiar blood rushes forcefully through these veins"<br/><br/>(<span style="font-style: italic;">I am a descendant of my forefathers whom I sensed in that dream had started something important but died with it unfinished and I had their blood pulsing thru me and a new life with which to accomplish their goal....and I have no idea what that goal was)</span><br/><br/><br/>And you begin to disappear<br/>Disappear......softer now with barely a face<br/>I am no longer a puppet in your play<br/>I have become the hero of the day<br/>Who did you think you were"<br/><br/>(<span style="font-style: italic;">the demon begins to fade away as I come to recognize the truth...that God is light and love and He is the one I should look to and this realization causes the demon to begin to fade. I am the hero of the day at that point--not the demon--because I am created and defended by God. I ask the demon why did he ever compare himself with the Creator</span>)<br/><br/><br/>
Lover of My Soul
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-02-12:1383940:BlogPost:564795
2010-02-12T06:00:00.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<span style="font-style: italic;">I hear a heartbeat in the sky</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></br><span style="font-style: italic;">A whisper in the rain</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></br><span style="font-style: italic;">I turn and see no one</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></br><span style="font-style: italic;">But I feel You near</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></br><br style="font-style: italic;"></br><span style="font-style: italic;">Where have I been for so long…</span>
<span style="font-style: italic;">I hear a heartbeat in the sky</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A whisper in the rain</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I turn and see no one</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">But I feel You near</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Where have I been for so long</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Why did it take a hurricane</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">To bring me to my knees</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Your very presence is an Altar</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I bring sorrow to the surface</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">An offering of truth</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">For the wretch I was</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You bring joy from the abyss in my soul</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And tap into the well of life</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Still alive in me</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Who can stand between us</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I am all You ever wanted</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing of the world</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And all its riches</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">The very things that bring it to its knees</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">What comes from a bagful of money</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Or acres of freedom</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Not joy</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Not love</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">No satisfaction</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Comes from the hype of wealth</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">That is a way of the world</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I know a Secret that they don't know</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A Passion so deep</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And so true</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">That nothing can quench the fire within</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A storm of emotion builds</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And I'm in flight once again</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Searching and pulling and drawing nearer</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">To You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You are my Fire</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My Light</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My Love</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My Power</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My Freedom</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My Soul</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You promised to join with me as One</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And You held true</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">So deep is my love for You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Dancing with me each step of The Way</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Holding me close as You sing to me</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A song only I can hear</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">My tears You turn to wine</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And we dine on Love</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">We drink one another in with a look</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">How blessed I am to have You here</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Inside my tiny world</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You light the way and cast the stones</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Into the distance</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">For me to build my life upon</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A Grace of perfection</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A touch of fire</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A presence of calm</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And perfect peace</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I feel You all through my being</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Through my spirit You guide me</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You kiss away the hurt</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And Your smile gives life</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Back to my eyes</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't look away</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">From the beauty of Your face</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Your eyes burning like fire</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">The Light of Life burning bright</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">At once I become that little girl again</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And blush when You look my way</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I breathe deep</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">When You motion for me to come near</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Unsure if I can stand what I'm feeling</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to laugh</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">To cry</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">To sing all at the same time</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I am in love</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">With a man so pure and true</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't imagine life without You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You are my completion</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">A man I was born to be with</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Let me never lay my head down</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Without my kiss and a prayer</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Without You knowing</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">What You mean to me</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You are a seal upon my heart</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Love stronger than death</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Pull me nearer to You love</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Hold me tight until the darkness passes</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">There is no fear when You are near</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing could quench this fire</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I have never known a love so strong</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">So deep</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You are all I want</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Everything</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I know that when I see You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing else matters</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Everything's okay</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">So safe and silent</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I wait</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">In Your arms I know</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">There is no other way</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Breathe into me</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Touch me with a gentle hand</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Never let me go</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">I still feel You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Smell You</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Feel the heat of Your kiss on my cheek</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And it never fades away</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">You saved me from myself</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">And I will give You my life</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">From now until forever</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><span style="font-style: italic;">Lover of my Soul</span><br style="font-style: italic;"/><br/>~Me<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
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They fight, till they die
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544449
2010-01-18T22:20:43.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
Angels on the sideline,<br />
Puzzled and amused.<br />
Why did Father give these humans free will?<br />
Now they're all confused.<br />
<br />
Don't these talking monkeys know that<br />
Eden has enough to go around?<br />
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,<br />
where there's one you're bound to divide it<br />
<br />
Right in two<br />
<br />
Angels on the sideline,<br />
Baffled and confused.<br />
Father blessed them all with reason.<br />
And this is what they choose.<br />
(and this is what they choose)<br />
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey<br />
Over pieces of the ground.<br />
<br />
Silly…
Angels on the sideline,<br />
Puzzled and amused.<br />
Why did Father give these humans free will?<br />
Now they're all confused.<br />
<br />
Don't these talking monkeys know that<br />
Eden has enough to go around?<br />
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,<br />
where there's one you're bound to divide it<br />
<br />
Right in two<br />
<br />
Angels on the sideline,<br />
Baffled and confused.<br />
Father blessed them all with reason.<br />
And this is what they choose.<br />
(and this is what they choose)<br />
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey<br />
Over pieces of the ground.<br />
<br />
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,<br />
They forge a blade,<br />
And where there's one they're<br />
bound to divide it,<br />
<br />
Right in two.<br />
Right in two.<br />
<br />
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey<br />
Over pieces of the ground.<br />
Silly monkeys give them thumbs, they make a club<br />
And beat their brother down.<br />
<br />
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.<br />
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability<br />
to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here.<br />
<br />
cut it, divide it all right in two (x4)<br />
<br />
<br />
They fight, till they die<br />
Over earth, over sky<br />
They fight<br />
Over lies, over blood, over air<br />
And light, over love, over sun<br />
Over blood<br />
They fight, till they die, over what? for our lies!<br />
<br />
Angels on the sideline again<br />
Benched along with patience and reason<br />
Angels on the sideline again<br />
Wondering when this tug of war will end<br />
<br />
cut it, divide it all right in two (x3)<br />
Right in two<br />
<br />
Right in two...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Wise words from the little man at the VA clinic
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544445
2010-01-18T22:18:52.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
While at the VA clinic (the veterans' hospital--in case you don't know), I sat waiting to see the doctor. I watched an elderly man approach the receptionist....moving very slowly with the aid of a walker, with his back permanently bent at a 90 degree angle. I wondered how painful that position must be for someone to be in every second of their lives. But he didn't complain.<br />
<br />
<br />
He was dressed in a 3-piece suit and I figured it probably took him at least an hour to dress himself that morning to…
While at the VA clinic (the veterans' hospital--in case you don't know), I sat waiting to see the doctor. I watched an elderly man approach the receptionist....moving very slowly with the aid of a walker, with his back permanently bent at a 90 degree angle. I wondered how painful that position must be for someone to be in every second of their lives. But he didn't complain.<br />
<br />
<br />
He was dressed in a 3-piece suit and I figured it probably took him at least an hour to dress himself that morning to make his appearance at the clinic. He creeped across the floor, sliding his walker in front of him and turning his head to the side in order to see where he was going.<br />
After checking in at the desk, he made his way to my area and before he sat down, he said,<br />
<br />
"Well, I was gonna come over and ask you for a date but...." the rest I couldn't decipher so I just smiled politely. I watched him maneuver himself and his walker and was intrigued with the amount of effort it took him just to sit down. I thought to myself, "Damn. As much as my back hurts me from day to day, I'm grateful I'm not confined to that body."<br />
<br />
Once he was seated next to me, he looked up at me with his grey-blue eyes and we smiled and exchanged a silent hello. He wasted no time at all and offered me some words of advice on relationships.<br />
<br />
<br />
He asked me if I was married and I told him I was not. He said....<br />
<br />
"Well, I wanna give you some advice for when you get married or when you get a boyfriend, some words that a lady once told me.....<br />
<br />
NEVER argue. DISCUSS. There's a lot of difference between arguing and discussing something. Sit down with each other and talk about it. You may end up seeing things differently or he may end up seeing them differently or you both may just learn something from it. Arguing just creates bad feelings toward one another.<br />
<br />
<br />
Also....Never use the words 'never' or 'always' in a discussion."<br />
<br />
Just as he finished speaking those wise words, a man walked up and offered to help him to the canteen for lunch. He accepted the assistance and as he sat down into the wheelchair provided, he turned to me once again and said....<br />
<br />
"Those are lessons that took me 70 or 80 years to figure out. Probably no one else will ever tell you."<br />
<br />
Then as he was escorted to the van, I wondered why....out of all of the people in the waiting area.....he had chosen me to offer his wisdom to.<br />
<br />
<br />
I guess it doesn't really matter though. I was listening. And that makes it worth the effort it took that man to carry that little lesson to me.<br />
<br />
<br />
And I am grateful.
From the eye of an empath
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544439
2010-01-18T22:15:43.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
Empath<br />
<br />
How I Know is What I Am<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
"I've seen blue skies,<br />
<br />
through these tears in my eyes,<br />
<br />
and I realize, I'm going home."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I sit in my silence<br />
<br />
watching the world pass me by.<br />
<br />
I am the watcher, the waiter,<br />
<br />
the one who feels the heart of the world.<br />
<br />
I am an Empath, a seeker of others<br />
<br />
and hider amongst the noise.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
What I feel,<br />
<br />
I feel so deeply.<br />
<br />
What I know,<br />
<br />
I know with my heart.<br />
<br />
Who I am,<br />
<br />
is one alone among many.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
How in a world so full<br />
<br />
do I find so much emptiness?<br />
<br />
How in a world…
Empath<br />
<br />
How I Know is What I Am<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
"I've seen blue skies,<br />
<br />
through these tears in my eyes,<br />
<br />
and I realize, I'm going home."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I sit in my silence<br />
<br />
watching the world pass me by.<br />
<br />
I am the watcher, the waiter,<br />
<br />
the one who feels the heart of the world.<br />
<br />
I am an Empath, a seeker of others<br />
<br />
and hider amongst the noise.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
What I feel,<br />
<br />
I feel so deeply.<br />
<br />
What I know,<br />
<br />
I know with my heart.<br />
<br />
Who I am,<br />
<br />
is one alone among many.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
How in a world so full<br />
<br />
do I find so much emptiness?<br />
<br />
How in a world so loud<br />
<br />
do I walk in silence<br />
<br />
between the spaces,<br />
<br />
between people,<br />
<br />
invisible in a crowd?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am One who takes the pain,<br />
<br />
I absorb the thought<br />
<br />
and the feeling<br />
<br />
of my brothers and sisters.<br />
<br />
I take in their poisons<br />
<br />
and change them to light.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am lost in my direction<br />
<br />
and clear in my destiny.<br />
<br />
To be an Empath<br />
<br />
is to know beyond words,<br />
<br />
to feel with total awareness,<br />
<br />
and to see with the heart.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The world rushes around me.<br />
<br />
I hold strong to who I am.<br />
<br />
Somewhere in my dreams<br />
<br />
is a voice that says<br />
<br />
"WAIT! Your time is soon."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I journey through the noise<br />
<br />
and search for my own kind.<br />
<br />
I look in the sea of faces<br />
<br />
and listen for the cry of the Empath.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It is a pain that shoots through my heart.<br />
<br />
A pain like joy and a joy like remembering.<br />
<br />
I celebrate who I am. I fear what I am.<br />
<br />
I know that in time we will all be reunited.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Like a Whale in the ocean I send out my echo,<br />
<br />
my call to the others. And await an answer.....<br />
<br />
are we out there? can we awaken within the dream?<br />
<br />
am I the last of my kind?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I listen for the echo..."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
....and yet the psychiatrist would say we were seeking to be unique. Trying to convince everyone else that we are something special to get attention. That we are just our inner child that never learned its place in the adult world. And as he sits there jotting his notes and pretending to be interested, our minds drift along.....pondering the inner workings of a man of the mind who has no idea what effect raping a soul with the force of conformity can have when caged up inside society's shatterproof sphere......void of emotion and color. We sit quietly and obediently, hoping that the cloud in his head clears before the rage builds again.....wondering if the world is really as lifeless as this monotone drone primping before us with crossed legs and an unmatched tie who attempts to convince us that the little red pill will make our eyes see as clearly as his can see....<br />
<br />
Yet he fails to notice that his pen ran out of ink 10 minutes ago.
Would you choose the storm?
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544427
2010-01-18T22:12:44.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<i>(This was a response of mine to a friend's blog entry that I found many moons later and thought I'd share.)<br />
</i><br />
<br />
<br />
This is beautiful, my friend. Every bit of it. Oh....the things I could tell you that have traveled thousands of miles through my mind...<br />
<br />
But the the fear of vulnerability sat me back in my chair for a second until I realized that my insecurity regarding anyone (namely my daughter in the kitchen behind me) seeing ME get lost in thought, pushed me forward and back into place as…
<i>(This was a response of mine to a friend's blog entry that I found many moons later and thought I'd share.)<br />
</i><br />
<br />
<br />
This is beautiful, my friend. Every bit of it. Oh....the things I could tell you that have traveled thousands of miles through my mind...<br />
<br />
But the the fear of vulnerability sat me back in my chair for a second until I realized that my insecurity regarding anyone (namely my daughter in the kitchen behind me) seeing ME get lost in thought, pushed me forward and back into place as I tried to appear nonchalant. God forbid anyone should ever see the sparkle of a leaky eye upon MY face. But you know me.<br />
<br />
You've already imagined what it's like to lose someone you cherish more than life. That wondering is a hunger you pray to lose for fear of getting exactly what you're asking for. But I know I'll always know where to find my loss. I keep changing my tactics to take the edge off, year after year, but that wheel must perpetually roll on....<br />
<br />
Lest I ever forget.<br />
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"Never in a million years.....never in a million years..." were the words I spoke to someone who knew better than I that the loss of three very critical parts of myself were about to become the fatal blow to my dignity and trust in humanity, and ultimately, life's harshest and most important lesson.<br />
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Never take the rain for granted. You'll learn more in a single thunderstorm than in a thousand days of sunshine.<br />
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Don't think for one minute you've grown unable to feel. Ice shatters like glass at the slightest blow.<br />
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Forgive yourself before you question your right to do so. A flower trodden down by the truth will still reach up for the sun. Another day to try again is the gift you give yourself.<br />
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It's hard to know where my path will take me from here. Yesterday proved that it's time to try a new one. I learned a long, long time ago not to force my will on anyone. If Life sees fit, our paths will cross again. For another chance to be forgiven.<br />
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It's funny how the words we write and post into a virtual world can reach across an unlimited distance and spark such deep thought...real emotion......fear......sorrow. Even though they've come from a different origin, the paths eventually cross and the journey continues to grow....branches reaching into the deepest and darkest places within us......scaling walls and digging up the things we thought we'd buried forever. Things that inevitably haunt us until we face them and give them a name. A purpose. Validation. Acceptance.<br />
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What a hellish web I've weaved throughout my years. How hard I've played and how many ways I've died. I'm still amazed at how many times I must relive the same hell to learn a simple lesson. Love. Accept. Give. Grow. Trust someone. Trust yourself. Trust no one. Do all of these things.....all at the same time.<br />
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I guess we all get the chance to figure it all out one day. Or we don't. Is it worth all of this? Of course it is. But everyday I still wonder. I just hope all of my little pieces come back together one day before I die in this place. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. But I know I did. Sometimes walking away is the right thing to do. Even when the whole world disagrees.<br />
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Maybe this life is just a chapter of a whole. Maybe it's time to bury a few things again for now. So that I can live again. So that love knows where to find me again. So that the sun can remind me that it needs the rain. It's been cold and dark for far too long.<br />
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I hear a familiar rhythm from deep down somewhere. I'm afraid but my eyes are open. Then I reach out and push myself away from the same shore I left so long ago. But this time....<br />
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....I can already feel the sun.
To the demon
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544411
2010-01-18T22:08:28.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
My life is like a movie in vivid all-spectrum color<br />
A hailstorm of emotions<br />
Beating me down<br />
Tearing a hole in the sky<br />
A demon crouches looking me in the eye<br />
But I've seen the faces in the sand<br />
The warriors before me who've been beckoning me<br />
Since I first touched my wet feet to the floor<br />
Who do you think you are<br />
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The tips of my feet graze the treetops<br />
And I am in flight once again<br />
This is my time of freedom<br />
You hate that in the dream<br />
When I know it's real<br />
So you find a crack in reality<br />
And…
My life is like a movie in vivid all-spectrum color<br />
A hailstorm of emotions<br />
Beating me down<br />
Tearing a hole in the sky<br />
A demon crouches looking me in the eye<br />
But I've seen the faces in the sand<br />
The warriors before me who've been beckoning me<br />
Since I first touched my wet feet to the floor<br />
Who do you think you are<br />
<br />
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The tips of my feet graze the treetops<br />
And I am in flight once again<br />
This is my time of freedom<br />
You hate that in the dream<br />
When I know it's real<br />
So you find a crack in reality<br />
And reach through your dry ashen talon<br />
Tugging at the seam of the breaking day<br />
Thinking you've torn me apart at my core<br />
Then the light pours in again<br />
And I drop to the floor<br />
Who did you think you were looking for<br />
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I'm not at all who you thought I'd be<br />
Slithering pestilence nipping at my heels<br />
Ever wanting and pressing against the glass cage<br />
You can see everything I see<br />
Go ahead<br />
Break free<br />
Or are you willing to admit<br />
That you could never walk side by side with me<br />
I AM everything you can never be<br />
That is why you trudge and fall<br />
Face truth and withstand the storm<br />
Knowing no hand will ever reach out<br />
To break your fall<br />
You turn to me and give me blame<br />
SHRIEKING and panting and thrashing 'round<br />
Yet......inside this madness<br />
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I HEAR NO SOUND<br />
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Only grace<br />
As the sun kisses my streaked face<br />
I know<br />
You were only ever there to comfort me<br />
When I feel I've lost my way<br />
When my world starts crashing down<br />
You are my perfect embrace<br />
Because I can see through your eyes and know<br />
Life can only be savored by the chosen few<br />
I hold what is both old and new<br />
Familiar blood rushes forcefully through these veins<br />
And you begin to disappear<br />
Disappear......softer now with barely a face<br />
I am no longer a puppet in your play<br />
I have become the hero of the day<br />
Who did you think you were<br />
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THIS IS MY HALLOWED PLACE.
Resurrected
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544396
2010-01-18T22:05:32.000Z
Jessica Robertson
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I was dead 6 months ago. Spiritually dead. No pulse, no breath, no life. Through the miracle of grace, I have been resurrected.<br />
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I have nothing to offer in a worldly sense. Nothing. All I have to give in return is my soul. And He's happy to have me back :)<br />
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I have laid down my life of my own accord. And found…
I was dead 6 months ago. Spiritually dead. No pulse, no breath, no life. Through the miracle of grace, I have been resurrected.<br />
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I have nothing to offer in a worldly sense. Nothing. All I have to give in return is my soul. And He's happy to have me back :)<br />
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I have laid down my life of my own accord. And found mercy.<br />
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Mysteries of His Heart
tag:www.allaboutgod.net,2010-01-18:1383940:BlogPost:544395
2010-01-18T22:04:41.000Z
Jessica Robertson
http://www.allaboutgod.net/profile/JessicaRobertson
<i>"God doesn't just share the mysteries of His heart with just anyone.....<br />
He shares them with those whom He's found trustworthy..."</i><br />
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When I was 15 years old, I sat on my bedroom floor with a loaded gun in my mouth and slowly began squeezing the trigger. My cat walked in and gave me the look and I couldn't do it. Not in front of him. So I decided that I had to stop praying each night for God to just let me die and I needed to do something different. So that night I prayed that He show me…
<i>"God doesn't just share the mysteries of His heart with just anyone.....<br />
He shares them with those whom He's found trustworthy..."</i><br />
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When I was 15 years old, I sat on my bedroom floor with a loaded gun in my mouth and slowly began squeezing the trigger. My cat walked in and gave me the look and I couldn't do it. Not in front of him. So I decided that I had to stop praying each night for God to just let me die and I needed to do something different. So that night I prayed that He show me that life had meaning.<br />
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The next morning I woke up and looked around my tiny bedroom and thought I was in a different house. Everything was different. Even the air seemed easier to breathe and I sensed the presence of 2 Angels sitting on each side of me. I had the overwhelming feeling that everything was going to be okay. Even my counselor almost walked right past me the next day because she said my face "had completely changed and she almost didn't recognize me."<br />
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I went on through the next 18 years living a mostly honorable life but failing again and again. Mostly financially. I used to think that trying to do the right thing my whole life had been in vain because time and time again, I've been knocked down to ground zero. Since seeing Hell itself walk right into my life and take a seat, I now know that the way I've lived my life hasn't been for nothing. I've earned His trust. And I have been shown secrets of His heart that not many will ever get the opportunity to know. Who would've thought that facing down pure evil would be the greatest blessing of my life? Now I KNOW that God is real. And knowing is completely different than believing. What a gift.<br />
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Thank you Jesus for showing me that life....my life.....has meaning.<br />
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We say today, "the higher we climb, the harder we fall."<br />
For Jesus, it's "The lower we crawl, the higher we fly."</i><br />
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