<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:45.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace of God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-2821712470812636379</id><published>2008-01-03T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:23:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite</title><content type='html'>"All Because Of Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Author of all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every perfect thing&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;Maker of Heaven and of Earth&lt;br /&gt;No one can comprehend Your worth&lt;br /&gt;King over all the universe&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am alive because I'm alive in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's all because the blood of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;That covers me and raised this dead man's life&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Author of all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every perfect thing&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;Maker of Heaven and of Earth&lt;br /&gt;No one can comprehend Your worth&lt;br /&gt;King over all the universe&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am alive because I'm alive in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's all because the blood of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;That covers me and raised this dead man's life&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sunrise sings Your praise&lt;br /&gt;The universe cries out Your praise&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing freedom all my days&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-2821712470812636379?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/2821712470812636379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=2821712470812636379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/2821712470812636379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/2821712470812636379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-favorite.html' title='my new favorite'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-1734987609473221216</id><published>2008-01-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:22:32.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns!!!</title><content type='html'>My FAVORITE Christian band is coming in concert to our city in March. I CANNOT WAIT!! I already have requested the day off for Mike and I and we are buying tickets tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT MARCH YET??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to see them in concert for 5 years!!  They are finally coming here...wooohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What This World Needs"&lt;br /&gt;by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this world needs is not another one hit wonder with an axe to grind&lt;br /&gt;Another two bit politician peddling lies&lt;br /&gt;Another three ring circus society&lt;br /&gt;What this world needs is not another sign waving super saint that's better than you&lt;br /&gt;Another ear pleasing candy man afraid of the truth&lt;br /&gt;Another prophet in an Armani suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this world needs is a Savior who will rescue&lt;br /&gt;A Spirit who will lead&lt;br /&gt;A Father who will love them in their time of need&lt;br /&gt;A Savior who will rescue&lt;br /&gt;A Spirit who will lead&lt;br /&gt;A Father who will love&lt;br /&gt;That's what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this world needs is for us to care more about the inside than the outside&lt;br /&gt;Have we become so blind that we can't see&lt;br /&gt;God's gotta change her heart before He changes her shirt&lt;br /&gt;What this world needs is for us to stop hiding behind our relevance&lt;br /&gt;Blending in so well that people can't see the difference&lt;br /&gt;And it's the difference that sets the world free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is our Savior, that's what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;Father's arms around you, that's what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;That's what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Know You're There"&lt;br /&gt;by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all I had was one last breath&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend it just to sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;Just to say Your name&lt;br /&gt;If all I had was one last prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray it 'cause I know You're always listening&lt;br /&gt;If I could live a thousand lives, bind the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;I would spend every moment by Your side&lt;br /&gt;'cause I, I know You're there, I know You see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You are the ground beneath me&lt;br /&gt;I know You're there, I know You hear me&lt;br /&gt;I can find You anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all I had was one more song to sing&lt;br /&gt;I would raise a noise to make the heavens ring&lt;br /&gt;If all I had was one last chance, I'd take it&lt;br /&gt;I would stake it all on You&lt;br /&gt;If I could raise up high and catch a glimpse of every eye&lt;br /&gt;I would make them believe&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could live a thousand lives and bind the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;If I could rise up high and catch a glimpse of every eye&lt;br /&gt;I know You're there&lt;br /&gt;I know You're there&lt;br /&gt;I know You're there, You're there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-1734987609473221216?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-8078395997679897093</id><published>2007-12-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T06:58:53.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>Anyway lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your whole life buildin'&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' from nothin'&lt;br /&gt;One storm can come and blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;Build it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can chase a dream&lt;br /&gt;That seems so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And you know it might not ever come your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;God is great, but sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;When I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world has gone crazy and it's hard to beleive&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow will be better than today&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;For all the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;And in a moment they can choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your soul out, singin a song u believe in&lt;br /&gt;but tomorow they will forget you ever sang&lt;br /&gt;Sing it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I sing, i dream,&lt;br /&gt;I love anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-8078395997679897093?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/8078395997679897093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=8078395997679897093' 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called &lt;em&gt;PostSecret&lt;/em&gt; by Frank Warren.  His idea for the book started as a community art project.  He handed out 3,000 postcards inviting people to share their secrets anonymously on a postcard and mail them to him.  He compiled this book from some of the postcards.  They are very artistic and the book just spoke to me.  I love art.  I love truth.  I want to understand and share in people's pain.  Sometimes I think that if I share someone's hurt, I can take part of it away from them so they won't hurt anymore.  I don't know how I can do that out of a book but some of these postcards are just amazing, heart-wrenching, but beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 25, and I've never been kissed.  It's not that I don't want to...it's just that no one else does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my friends go on diets, I discourage them.  This is because I really just want them to be fatter than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a starbucks coffee wrapper) "I give decaf to customers who are RUDE to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, I'm glad your uncle died.  He molested me that time in the 7th grade that I spent the night at your house.  He told me that I liked it.  I hope he likes it in his grave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe that one day I will like myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what to say to God anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish my parents could see me for what I am...instead of what I didn't become"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I CAN REALLY RELATE TO THIS ONE!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only love one of my children" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I see an ugly bride, what I am really seeing is a glimmer of hope for the future.  Maybe I will marry someday too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I eat, I feel like a failure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The medication is not enough to make me forget what he did to me...if I see him again, I will kill him to save the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...very powerful book.  I just read the rest of them.  These are the ones that spoke to me the most.  There are so many people hurting out there.  It makes me want to be more nice and friendly to everyone.  You never know what people are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-8445903456671978485?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/8445903456671978485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=8445903456671978485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/8445903456671978485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/8445903456671978485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/2007/11/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-5342047148646260182</id><published>2007-11-17T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:43:41.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm - 11/17/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Frost covers the ground&lt;br /&gt;Cold creeps through the window panes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They say it will be warm again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I am warm inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thinking of the blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Appreciation of who I am from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Am I finally finding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or am I just not allowing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to try to change me anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-5342047148646260182?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-5992280992186293372</id><published>2007-11-11T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T06:28:37.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="BREATHING"&gt;BREATHING&lt;/a&gt; by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding my way back to sanity again&lt;br /&gt;though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there&lt;br /&gt;and take a breath and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;spin around one more time&lt;br /&gt;and gracefully fall back to the arms of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth&lt;br /&gt;and I'm trying to identify the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;God which one's you&lt;br /&gt;let me feel one more time what it&lt;br /&gt;feels like to feel and&lt;br /&gt;break these calluses off of me&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside your door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to your breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;bet you're tired of me&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the scraps to fall off of your table to the ground&lt;br /&gt;cause I just want to be here now&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to your breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I am hanging on every word you say and&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;where I wanna be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-5992280992186293372?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/5992280992186293372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-2177636885532148816</id><published>2007-11-11T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T06:21:38.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this song spoke to me today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="QUASIMODO"&gt;QUASIMODO&lt;/a&gt; by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be right&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be real&lt;br /&gt;honesty won't be a pain that you'll have to feel&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't need your approval&lt;br /&gt;to find my worth&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped inside of my own mind&lt;br /&gt;afraid to open my eyes cause of what I'd find&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to live like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;there it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it scare you that I can&lt;br /&gt;be something different than you&lt;br /&gt;would it make you feel more comfortable if I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;you can't control me&lt;br /&gt;and you can't take away from me who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;you can't break me&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;like your only comfort was your cage&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the same as you&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;like your secrets give you away&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been there too&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone is looking&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is laughing&lt;br /&gt;but I think everyone feels the same&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to feel ok&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;you can't break me&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;there it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-2177636885532148816?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/2177636885532148816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=2177636885532148816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/2177636885532148816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/2177636885532148816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-song-spoke-to-me-today.html' title='this song spoke to me today'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-2352949736065485360</id><published>2007-10-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:59:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost of the past</title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;more than you ever knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-2352949736065485360?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-7239773692684026066</id><published>2007-10-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:57:15.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand</title><content type='html'>Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like a candle in a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame&lt;br /&gt;Alone and helpless&lt;br /&gt;Like you've lost your fight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;You taste what you're made of&lt;br /&gt;You might bend, till you break&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all you can take&lt;br /&gt;On your knees you look up&lt;br /&gt;Decide you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You get mad you get strong&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your hands shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Then you Stand, Then you stand&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a novel&lt;br /&gt;With the end ripped out&lt;br /&gt;The edge of a canyon&lt;br /&gt;With only one way down&lt;br /&gt;Take what you're given before its gone&lt;br /&gt;Start holding on, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you get up&lt;br /&gt;And get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;One more small piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Starts to fall into place&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-7239773692684026066?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/7239773692684026066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=7239773692684026066' title='0 Comments'/><link 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without a view, a new mother smiles and holds&lt;br /&gt;the tiny fingers of her brand new baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband takes her by the hand, so unsure about the future&lt;br /&gt;have no money can they make it in this world?&lt;br /&gt;And they pray, Lord all we have to give is love&lt;br /&gt;then they heard a gentle voice like an echo from above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there.&lt;br /&gt;I know what fear is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been there and I'm standing with you now.&lt;br /&gt;I have been there&lt;br /&gt;And I came to build the bridge&lt;br /&gt;oh so this road could lead you home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a pastor twenty years&lt;br /&gt;but tonight he sits alone and broken hearted in the corner of the church&lt;br /&gt;He tried to change a fallen world&lt;br /&gt;with his words and with his wisdom but it seems&lt;br /&gt;like it is only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;And he cries, Oh Lord I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Then he felt the hand of grace, and he heard a voice that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there,&lt;br /&gt;I know what pain is all about&lt;br /&gt;yes I have been there, and I'm standing with you now&lt;br /&gt;I have been there, and I came to build a bridge&lt;br /&gt;oh so this road could lead you home&lt;br /&gt;oh i have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older man up on a hill&lt;br /&gt;holding flowers but he can't hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;oh he has come to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks about the life she lived,thinks about how hard it's been to live without her&lt;br /&gt;sixty years right by his side&lt;br /&gt;and he cries, oh Lord i loved her till the end&lt;br /&gt;and he heard a gentle voice say you'll see her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there&lt;br /&gt;I know what sorrow's all about&lt;br /&gt;yes i have been there and i'm standing with you now&lt;br /&gt;i have been there, and i came to build a bridge&lt;br /&gt;oh so this road could lead her home, the road could lead her home&lt;br /&gt;oh i have been there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I overcame the cross, yes i have been there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-5749105462809412592?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/5749105462809412592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=5749105462809412592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/5749105462809412592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/5749105462809412592'/><link 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me&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, washed away&lt;br /&gt;'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear&lt;br /&gt;And grace my fears relieved&lt;br /&gt;How precious did that grace appear&lt;br /&gt;The hour I first believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we've been there ten thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Bright shining as the sun&lt;br /&gt;We've no less days to sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;Than when we first begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-9154794206495797471?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/9154794206495797471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-1958674488347338594</id><published>2007-10-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:02:18.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>My Wish&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-1958674488347338594?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/1958674488347338594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=1958674488347338594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/1958674488347338594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/1958674488347338594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-1626838109209340277</id><published>2007-10-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:59:04.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true beauty</title><content type='html'>A book I read recently keeps haunting my thoughts.  An Arrow Pointing to Heaven is one of the most powerful books I have ever read.  It's a biography of Rich Mullins written by James Bryan Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some excerps (mostly because I want somewhere I can read my favorite parts, and of course, share the beauty) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus of Nazareth ruined Rich Mullins' life.  And out of the ruins He created a ragamuffin of startling originality; no human being who has crossed my path even remotely resembles him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rich Mullins stood upon a hill among castle ruins in Ireland.  His friend and photographer, Ben Pearson, was standing below.  Ben called out, "Lift up your arms," and Rich raised his arms to shoulder level as if making a cross and said, "You mean, like Jesus?" Ben yelled up, "No, lower."  Rich dropped his arms a little, and suddenly Ben saw something he did not expect.  From a distance Rich looked like an arrow pointing toward the sky.  Ben yelled, "You look like an arrow, man.  An arrow pointing in the right direction."  He snapped the picture.  It would be the final picture of the last photo shoot for Rich and Ben."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Christian because I have seen the love of God lived out in the lives of people who know Him...I am a Christian, not because someone explained the nuts and bolts of Christianity to me, but because there were people who were willing to be nuts and bolts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-1626838109209340277?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/1626838109209340277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=1626838109209340277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;When is enough truly enough&lt;br /&gt;for the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ask for more when I already have so much?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so small in a world of so many&lt;br /&gt;Why should what I need matter?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I'm almost 30&lt;br /&gt;and still don't have what I've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my health, my life, my blessings&lt;br /&gt;But I'm meant for more&lt;br /&gt;Every month, I'm disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people abuse their gifts daily&lt;br /&gt;And all I fear is anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray, wait, be patient ...I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-8606790970029890412?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/8606790970029890412/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091573136519908667.post-6967017963351389292</id><published>2007-10-16T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:46:00.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please grant me patience, peace of mind and a zipper to shut my mouth throughout my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-6967017963351389292?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/6967017963351389292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful new site to just have discovered!  I have been neglecting my other blog but what a better way to change than to change sites and create anew :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to figure out how to create a profile and all ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091573136519908667-926906804710390717?l=gracechristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/feeds/926906804710390717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091573136519908667&amp;postID=926906804710390717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/926906804710390717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091573136519908667/posts/default/926906804710390717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracechristine.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689557651999972441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
