<?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-7528895420758085051</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:33:55.073-08:00</updated><category term='Him vs him'/><category term='regret'/><category term='NEW LIFE'/><category term='nobody said it was easy'/><category term='BABY'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='Inspired from Shauna Neiquist'/><category term='inspired by Corey Mann and The Almost'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='another wake up call'/><category term='life'/><category term='inspired by DC CURRY'/><category term='inspired by Ted Bryant and Gessica Hufnagle'/><category term='new community'/><category term='try.'/><category term='long time no blog'/><category term='Beautifully Broken'/><category term='used to be happy'/><category term='MOSES told by Corey Mann'/><category term='God through Dr Bob.'/><category term='Snow Patrol'/><category term='Saving Jane'/><category term='appreciation'/><category term='things could be better'/><category term='you run away from your past but it&apos;s following you - the fray'/><title type='text'>the "sarreal" life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8922789709416713387</id><published>2008-10-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:29:50.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What About God's Cry?</title><content type='html'>"I, I AM THE ONE COMFORTING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;   What are you afraid of—or who?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8922789709416713387?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/8922789709416713387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=8922789709416713387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8922789709416713387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8922789709416713387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-about-gods-cry.html' title='What About God&apos;s Cry?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7703584236832604329</id><published>2008-10-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:24:34.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>moments of fear lead you to searching</title><content type='html'>im stuck again and trying to pretend and try play this feeling over and over again to avoid the hard part. i did something that i havent done in awhile though this time tonight. i turned to God. i looked at notes i kept and thoughts i wrote down from last summer and just as i knew would happen...answers, comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus called over to a child whom stood in the middle of the room and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it's the same as receiving me...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hard times are inevitable, but you don't have to make it worse&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My grace is enough; it's all you need.&lt;br /&gt;   My strength comes into its own in your weakness.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"So if you're serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don't shuffle along, eyes to the ground, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;absorbed with the things right in front of you&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that's where the action is. See things from his perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life—even though invisible to spectators—is with Christ in God. He is your life. When Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you'll show up, too—the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with obscurity, like Christ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"DONT FOOL YOURSELF! &lt;br /&gt; BE GOD'S FOOL- that's the path to true wisdom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"deciding not to decide is a decision..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7703584236832604329?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7703584236832604329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7703584236832604329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7703584236832604329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7703584236832604329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/10/moments-of-fear-lead-you-to-searching.html' title='moments of fear lead you to searching'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-50868132686883351</id><published>2008-07-21T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:07:03.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABY'/><title type='text'>who you will become</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1dzekKNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TXdJBjTJUfs/s1600-h/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1dzekKNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TXdJBjTJUfs/s320/100_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225641728784214226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1MBmxA0I/AAAAAAAAABk/otF3teViGqs/s1600-h/100_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1MBmxA0I/AAAAAAAAABk/otF3teViGqs/s320/100_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225641423339062082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1MbVSuVI/AAAAAAAAABs/uVGWkYcnzeY/s1600-h/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1MbVSuVI/AAAAAAAAABs/uVGWkYcnzeY/s320/100_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225641430245095762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1M5mdZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fox74LCZ3-A/s1600-h/100_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SIU1M5mdZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fox74LCZ3-A/s320/100_0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225641438370161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i speak words of faith over you every minute of every day. my prayer is you grow up in this world with eyes open and aware to all that surrounds you, a heart always wanting to love, a mind that never stops wondering, and that you possess a passion stronger than Sampson himself for your Savior. You are constantly in my thoughts and you have completely captured my heart. I'm in for a long and joyous haul with you little one :-).&lt;br /&gt;My mind has not stopped running. You have me in a marathon and I am forever thankful for saving me and showing me how to truly rely on God- to take Him in as my Father and friend. What I am most excited for is to see and be apart of what God has for you. The God that gave you me, that makes your very little heart race at 167 beats! My goodness I will never grasp how He created such a masterpiece, such a creation like you in me.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of holding you in my arms for the very first time, touching your little fingers, those little toes...my beautiful blessing. When you open your eyes and we finally see each other for the first time, my heart gets so excited at the thought I sometimes fear it might burst:-)&lt;br /&gt;I do have my fears. No, they are not of if you have my jaw or what pain I will experience, more so what you chose to do with the life God has given you. You will make mistakes, you will get hurt, you will hurt others, you will lie, and you will fail at things, BUT you will ALWAYS be victorious if you choose to make yourself a daily living sacrifice to God. You have no idea what that entails and you honestly probably wont until YEARS from now, but I promise, you will see a servant of the Lord in your mother.&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunately can not predict your life: what great things you will do, your grades, if you play sports or even if you are musically inclined, but I do know without a doubt, who you will become will  always be loved by me and  there is  nothing- NOTHING- you will do that will make God love you more or love you less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-50868132686883351?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/50868132686883351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=50868132686883351' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-5915930737916050077</id><published>2008-07-11T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:01:32.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody said it was easy'/><title type='text'>camp, move07, camp, mexic07</title><content type='html'>- the second week of camp is ending in just hours.&lt;br /&gt;- they did flips off the high dives tonight after celebrating with dance the weeks commitment to Christ...&lt;br /&gt;- move07...qhwn i decided my heart was in it for HS AND MIDDLE SCHOOL...working within the community...connecting.&lt;br /&gt;- mexico...getting my feet washed.&lt;br /&gt;- baptized by Mark Beeson.&lt;br /&gt;- my heart literally aches at times not being able to be apart of it again this summer&lt;br /&gt;- not sure if i wanna go back to the way everything was last year though...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking a lot about those involved this year. that they stick with GOD and NEVER forget what they experienced and how they FELT GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**dirty and left out by the almost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-5915930737916050077?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/5915930737916050077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=5915930737916050077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5915930737916050077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5915930737916050077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-move07-camp-mexic07.html' title='camp, move07, camp, mexic07'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-818141517009634103</id><published>2008-07-11T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:29:32.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired by Corey Mann and The Almost'/><title type='text'>Amazing Because It Is</title><content type='html'>i found a song i knew over a year ago. last year, corey mann spoke (one of the many great times) and then requested this song be performed by trace and the gang with some lifeline kids singing along. i remembered how much i felt GOD that entire song. the way the light hit the kids that were on stage and they were so strong in voice...for God. def one of my top ten favoritest memories EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song i think describes me perfectly...and i'm sure thousands of other lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Because It Is by the Almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared of everything you put in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I've been marching to every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Just to see&lt;br /&gt;See&lt;br /&gt;Why you need me to be&lt;br /&gt;The boy you need me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;How sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;That saves a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm found&lt;br /&gt;Was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person who lets fear drive&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of guy that's in drive&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm addicted&lt;br /&gt;I mean it&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;How sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;That saves a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm found&lt;br /&gt;Was blind but now I see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-818141517009634103?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/818141517009634103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=818141517009634103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/818141517009634103'/><link rel='self' 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this so hear it is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again you have blown me away with your love- GOD's love. kristin, please know, you truly are the best friend I have EVER had. you in fact give the word "BEST FRIEND" an entirely deeper definition. sometimes in saying best friend and your name makes best friend seem so inadequate. you're more than a few laughs,  more than an occasional hug, more than the average hey how are ya? you are just real. i can honestly say there are SEVERAL SEVERAL people who agree with me when saying hands down you are beyond words. other than mom i have never meet ANYONE that shows and has so much UNCONDITIONAL love. i have been thanking God EVERY chance i get that i get to model after you! your determination to be an amazing wife, your integrity to be an extraordinary mom, and your PASSION, your heart that beats so fast and chases after God. i haven't even started on how creative and smart you are! i could write a book about you. some would probably think it fictitious though, because you are so flipping phenomenal, you seem too good to be true;-). it would change lives. actually you have changed lives as a teacher and now as a staff member of GCC. you are just too cool, seeeester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for being you. how often do you hear that? the thing is though, with you it doesn't get more honest. i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7195779873160606935?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7195779873160606935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7195779873160606935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7195779873160606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7195779873160606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/06/shout-out-to-sister-in-law.html' title='shout out to the sister-in-law!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7225728145551126337</id><published>2008-06-27T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:38:23.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEW LIFE'/><title type='text'>blessed with love, grace, and affirmation</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago to this day, my world was literally turned downside UP in THE BEST way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following has taken place from June 13th and on:&lt;br /&gt;-God turned my sin into a direct gift to me from Him.&lt;br /&gt;-God has daily shown me His excitement for me, FOR WHO I AM and WHO I WILL BECOME, through family and friends who love just as deep as family.&lt;br /&gt;-i am surrounded, ABSOLUTELY SURROUNDED, by grace and have quite possibly the best support group ever.&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Beeson said himself, there is nothing we can do that will make God or His true followers (including himself) love me more OR LESS.&lt;br /&gt;-my sister-in-law, Kristin Baker. if you know her, i think you get the point of how much of a blessing that is.&lt;br /&gt;-i have literally been depending on God E V E R Y D A Y. for some of you, this is routine. for me two weeks ago, this seemed flat out impossible. &lt;br /&gt;-i wake up with a feeling of purpose again. to be honest, i haven't felt purpose since January.&lt;br /&gt;-i quit lying, about STUPID LITTLE THINGS!(NEVER thought that would happen)&lt;br /&gt;-God has placed two specific people in my life that i now have a responsibility of influencing. it can only be done by standing strong in my faith and building on my relationship with God and that right there is enough to get anyone excited! &lt;br /&gt;-all this bitterness, all the questions i had, all the anger i had...GONE. God knew what was in store for me. us humans, we think we have to know WHY and that we can handle it. God knows why, i see that now and i wouldn't change a thing!&lt;br /&gt;-i am experiencing a GOOD scared:-)&lt;br /&gt;-each day now to me is actually just like birthday or christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;-when i go to bed, i'm consumed in awe by how cool God is simply by how He creates life.&lt;br /&gt;-the one that overwhelms my heart so much i start to cry...i have my brothers back, more so Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man there is so much more, but those are things that have stood out to me most. i am so excited about what God has in store for this life of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7225728145551126337?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7225728145551126337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7225728145551126337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7225728145551126337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7225728145551126337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessed-with-love-grace-and-affirmation.html' title='blessed with love, grace, and affirmation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-700719083859684995</id><published>2008-06-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:03:07.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God through Dr Bob.'/><title type='text'>are you a loving person?</title><content type='html'>i must start out by saying this...i had the honor of hearing Dr Bob TWICE in one week. once on monday at 201, which by the way INCREDIBLY cool. just when i didnt think it was possible to fall more in love with GCC and God, i did! the second blessing was thursday at New Community! i wish i could have a little DB on my shoulder just pop up every time i think...or dont think...and just start to do something stupid. how cool would that be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about this loving person thing. as my latest bloggings have been posted, one could easily note i have been dealing/struggling with some SERIOUS bitterness, confusion, heart-breaking pain, disappointment, you name it i feel it. then of course, God comes through when I least expect it (im starting to love it by the way) through DB's message. as always i like to share the notes i jotted down from him and then some thoughts i had in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus never stops testing us, so we can see our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 15:21&lt;br /&gt;      - mother desperate for daughter to be healed/ delivered from suffering of demons. when she comes to Jesus and his dicsiples begging for help, Jesus says NOTHING. Rather his disciples run to Him saying "Send her away, she is bothering us!"  &lt;br /&gt;      **random thought: too many times i just assume the disciples were PERFECT, absolutely flawless.   and yet, they run the their Master, OUR SAVIOR and tell him they don't want to deal with someone in need of help. I say, Lord use me! then someone is crying out for help, love, a FRIEND, and i say umm hmm yeah really DONT wanna deal with you right now. HOW DARE I!!!!&lt;br /&gt;       - so DB goes onto share with us he thinks the reason why Jesus says nothing is because He is just staring at His followers, watching their actions, waiting to hear their words..as if TESTING THEM! the woman, the mother is a Gentile, apparently that "bred" wasnt cool back then which made the disciples hesitant; HOWEVER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;because she comes to the LORD!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still completely with faith, He hears her cry and goes to help her. he was just wanting to see what His disciples would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS WHAT HAS BEEN HEAVY ON MY HEART and has been very difficult for me to take. I havent been able to stop thinking about it, which was the following (word for word, Dr Bob):&lt;br /&gt;"If we as a church, hear someone crying out to us and do not answer, WE ARE NOT A CHURCH. BELOVED KEEP CRYING OUT TO US!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW...i'm tearing up right now. i feel so much tension within myself when i read that and replay how he delivered it. i felt like the guy was looking right at me knew my situation and was speaking what GOD has been trying to tell me. the problem is, i dont know how to take it yet. &lt;br /&gt;MY NATURAL response was wanting to go back to the bitterness and i have. not as drastic, but i am so there. i had lunch THAT very thursday with someone who has within this year shown me such a great love and friendship. we were both talking about my situation, she said something that had never dawned on me and i'm afraid i took it in a way that allowed me to feed fuel to my fire. certain people- important leaders- at GCC i know have seen pictures on facebook, and im sure have heard i had fallen back into the drinking scene for a little, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND knew why i was struggling and WHY i had started doing it&lt;/span&gt;...so why didn't they check up on me LIKE THEY SAID THEY WOULD and be there for me...LIKE THEY TOLD ME THEMSELVES AND &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WILLINGLY SAID&lt;/span&gt; THEY CARED AND WANTED TO BE THERE???? WHY DIDNT THEY HEAR MY CRY??!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN God stepped in through DB and pointed out the greatest hurt you will ever experience is INNER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i took that as well im only hurting myself, with this anger and bitterness. while at the same time im juggling the fact &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEY FAILED TOO! and it HURTS ME&lt;/span&gt;. so all that to say im unfortunately currently stuck at HURT by them and MAD at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB went on to say that this is all about self-sacrifice...ITS A DAILY BATTLE!&lt;br /&gt;and each personality we have that wins more will determine who you become. recognize the battle and who is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another, amongst many, of the reasons why i adore DB is because he always incorporates music well as much as possible in his sermons. he played Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde's confrontation. (such an amazing song with a lot of spiritual depth behind it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said my favorite verse Romans 7:15,21,23&lt;br /&gt;"15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do...21So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me...23I truly delight in God's commands, but it's pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end with this:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we are afraid to be a loving person because we dont want to get hurt...&lt;br /&gt;God throws HIMSELF &lt;br /&gt;H E A R T &lt;br /&gt;S O U L &lt;br /&gt;M I N D &lt;br /&gt;at you, knowing you will hurt HIM, and HE NEVER WALKS AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. i'm not a loving person, not as loving as i should be and i'm too select with who i give/ show my love to. i think my prayer for awhile will be that God opens my eyes to the unseen, that i may act on it only for His good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-700719083859684995?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/700719083859684995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=700719083859684995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/700719083859684995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/700719083859684995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-loving-person.html' title='are you a loving person?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-6069986978554839759</id><published>2008-06-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:55:36.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another wake up call'/><title type='text'>past the bitterness...</title><content type='html'>James 3:14-18&lt;br /&gt;"14But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth. 15Such "wisdom" does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, of the devil. 16For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice. &lt;br /&gt;17But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. 18Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 4:1-12&lt;br /&gt; "1What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? 2You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God. 3When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. &lt;br /&gt; 4You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. 5Or do you think Scripture says without reason that the spirit he caused to live in us envies intensely?[a] 6But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: &lt;br /&gt;   "God opposes the proud &lt;br /&gt;      but gives grace to the humble."[b] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 8Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. 9Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. 10Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up. &lt;br /&gt;  11Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. 12There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way the Message words James 4:2-6 (i know its saying the same thing but..)&lt;br /&gt;  "2-3You wouldn't think of just asking God for it, would you? And why not? Because you know you'd be asking for what you have no right to. You're spoiled children, each wanting your own way. &lt;br /&gt;  4-6You're cheating on God. If all you want is your own way, flirting with the world every chance you get, you end up enemies of God and his way. And do you suppose God doesn't care? The proverb has it that "he's a fiercely jealous lover." And what he gives in love is far better than anything else you'll find. It's common knowledge that "God goes against the willful proud; God gives grace to the willing humble." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my last post over and over and over again. i just get more enraged. yes i'm mad. yes i am VERY hurt by some decisions MY leaders made, but then i read these scriptures and KNOW it's all wrong- the way i'm going about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago today i was told camp just isnt in the picture for me this year. so for a whole week i've been on a rampage just putting all my thoughts out there, being mad at those who get to counsel at camp, being mad at the church, and just feeling hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed the night at cody and kristins last night and kristin woke me up to the verses telling me "Sarah, you need to hear this. its for you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY quarrels are from my desires within ME! I WANT CAMP. i have wanted camp since the minute i stepped foot on campus.i wanted it then because i SAW AND FELT what GOD does there to lives open to HIM. after january, i still wanted camp for that reason, but with each month i wanted it to change me AGAIN with the kids too. james 4:4 says you do not receive because you ask with the wrong motives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think about what that means, then i admit without any hesitation i made some bad decisions (if you know me and care about me, you have seen the picutres on facebook). then satan does this thing that i still get sold on....he whispers "okay but what about the OTHER people they are letting counsel this year UUUUUH HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR PICTURES!!!! some of them dont even go to the church , sarah and YOU KNOW they arent living the GCC life" so i just feeeeeeeed on that. i HAVE been for weeks. comparing myself to them. its led me to more insanity! that's when james 3:13 comes in reminding me that "if you harbor bitter envy and selfish amibtionsin your heart, do not boast about it or deny the truth. such 'wisdom' is of the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try REALLY REALLY REALLY HARD to just drop this, ask God for forgivevness for my selfish ambitions, and not be mad at people. i still dont entirely agree, but you know what?, that stuff happpens everyday. if i sit around on my fat butt complaining all that happens is I GET FATTER haha. so i'm just gonna walk away from the temptation and learn and try to just get back to where i was with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-6069986978554839759?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/6069986978554839759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=6069986978554839759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/6069986978554839759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/6069986978554839759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-bitterness.html' title='past the bitterness...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4910708351370342555</id><published>2008-05-28T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:52:42.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><title type='text'>blame</title><content type='html'>i want to scream at the top of my lungs and tell you the reason why i'm where i'm at right now is because of you. i want you all to see me when no one is looking- see my face, hear MY thoughts, watch me cry almost every night. i want to put the blame on every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to rage. throw a fit. i feel like everyone else gets to just freak out when they want, so hey! why can't i???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, ask me "how are you, sarah?" like you really want to know. if i vomited HALF of HALF of what i'm even thinking.... i'm so freaking bogged down from pure crap i can't tell what is really going on. my sense of reality has been shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happened to REAL communication and- i don't know- uh, saying what YOU"RE REALLY THINKING. just because God wants us to have patience and show kindness DOES NOT MEAN you tell me what you think i want to hear because i guarantee it's NOT WHAT I WANT TO HEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the REAL people in my life, bless their hearts, keep telling me what i did was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all, but ARE YOU SERIOUS...look at what has happened!?! how can that be right? NOTHING good has come from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday night, i walked into the place i moved here FOR and felt completely, COMPLETELY UNWANTED. hmmmm. the ONE place that made sense is unwelcoming to me now?? how did that happen? what difference did i make? what kind of impact did i put in your life? wow- you don't even notice i'm gone. at times i think i'm imagining it. like it's just my own guilt skewing my thoughts, but then i see you all in your little clicks, like high school all over again- laughing, telling stories, going on with your happy little blessed lives. oh i'm sure you have bad days, but i mean come on look at your nice clothes, fancy cars, the pleasure of having ANY money. i can't help but wonder...must be nice to have your life under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i'm jealous. i'm ticked. i'm mad that this always happens. i start to make progress and then i GO BACK. i keep going back. "back" is hard to explain what it is exactly but i can tell you this....when i go back i run far far far far away from God  and his people, willingly. AND it never fails, it's all because of ONE tragedy, be it big or small, but i convince myself i can't handle and that i was stupid to think i deserved all the GOOD without bad and then i wind up HERE. where i am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have days like this...where i hate myself so much that it's easier to blame you all. that way, i get this little break from me. because who i am right now is nothing but ugliness- pure bitterness, guilt, and hurt feelings. my friends keep saying im praying for you, and they are. i know they are. and i kind of believe they care as much as they say they do, but how do i tell them that they are wasting their time and energy. that i DON'T know how to respond to their kindness.?!?!? how do i tell them they are better off leaving me alone until i move out this apartment and KNOW i'm not hated by a family i sincerely miss and care about???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to change. not for awhile. it's too hard right now. i've walked too far  away this time. when i've had the opportunities like camp TWICE, MOVE07 AND MEXICO where my feet where washed, and then being BAPTIZED in september, let alone anything that dealt with GCC and i STILL choose to walk away from God...you might as well chalk me up as a lost cause. i don't understand why would even care to TRY with someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go rant and rave for hours, but i'm already feeling kind of guilty for writing what i did...but i just want someone to read this and know i am aware of what  you see or think of me on the outside looking in, but you have no idea so maybe reading this, you'll just see i'm bitter and need prayer. however, any reader takes this please know i do know i am to blame. no one else but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4910708351370342555?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4910708351370342555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4910708351370342555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4910708351370342555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4910708351370342555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/05/blame.html' title='blame'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-9023402963868172051</id><published>2008-05-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:47:00.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new community'/><title type='text'>catchingup</title><content type='html'>i finally got a thursday off! i started vanity the last week of march and have had to close EVERY thursday night!! so of course i went to NEW COMMUNITY! duurh. anyway...during the service - i sat with skoutz and the keims:)- i went to open my journal (a birthday gift from a very VERY dear friend) and noted my last entry was from april 3rd!- coincidentily a thursday night service, a little over a month ago...sad song. Papa Beeson himself was the speaker (quite the bonus to a month of no NC). he basically spoke about our expanding GCC to other cities around Granger, such as Elkhart and Niles..there are more cant remember them tho...anywho he said something that caught my heart :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your eyes on Christ, FLING yourself onto Him and into the purpose of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that mark beeson- he sure is something amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he went on to read some scripture: &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 130:1-8&lt;br /&gt;    1Help GOD- the bottom has fallen out of my life! Master hear my cry for help!2Listen hard! Open your eyes! Listen to my cries for mercy...6My life's on the line before GOD, my Lord...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7Oh wait and watch for GOD- with GOD's arrival comes love, with GOD's arrical comes generous redemption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty flippin sweet if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service i went out to eat with some friends that use to be a big part of my life..just six months ago. we went to hacienda. so much fun. we all had some catching up to do. im very blessed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have them in my life. they definitely showcase GOD's unconditional love and acceptance in their friendships they share with me and it's fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm considering tonight as a catch up night. i got some NC back in my life along with some great times with terrific and beautiful people. that's all i have for this entry! i have more to write but different topics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-9023402963868172051?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/9023402963868172051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=9023402963868172051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9023402963868172051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9023402963868172051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/05/catchingup.html' title='catchingup'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8188003607495117996</id><published>2008-05-18T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:18:01.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody said it was easy'/><title type='text'>i t s y o u r w o r l d</title><content type='html'>went to the last lifeline. dc spoke. things he said that caught my atention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God can emphasize with us.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes we think other people live in this whole other world. &lt;br /&gt; (i instantly thought wow i do that all the time with dc and the keims and beeson all the SMT i call that other world easy to be a christian.)&lt;br /&gt;-God knows what I'm feeling, what i'm thinking, WHAT I'M DOING. He still just wants my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Challenge yourself with the patterns and habits by FACING THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE DICTATING MY LIFE!!! (naturally i freaked out when he said FACING THEM)&lt;br /&gt;-how many times have i been ont he edge to God's promise, His plan, His will and I JUST WALK AWAY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-where are you going, based on where you have been?&lt;br /&gt;-randomly get discouraged by this thought "GOD IS SOOOOO GOOD...but i'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I N C O N S I S T A N T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my motivation go? why does my heart forget what God puts on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A I L U R E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i make promises or these deals with God i can't keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-as i was thinking those thoughts, i started to focus back on the message and DC said "we all have leaky buckets". you know we all have holes where we drip a little.&lt;br /&gt;-Duet. 7:7&lt;br /&gt;  -have you ever felt like God has clearly brought you out of a hole or a situation bigger than you?&lt;br /&gt;  -REMEMBER THAT TIME, REMEMBER GOD WAS WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;  -NO SITUATION, NO PERSON GOD cant deliver you from.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SOOO yeah we know God sent His son to die on the cross for OUR sins so that we can be forgiven, BUT just in going to Jesus does not mean He snaps His fingers and life is easy. I STILL HAVE MY HABITS!! What God WILL DO is provide a way to overcome evil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duet. 7:17&lt;br /&gt;   -God wants to get in my dirt and HELP me get like Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then God helped me realize this....&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt just sit down. He knows we feel like we cant win, that sometimes we feel its bigger than us and even Him. BUT MAN if i want help, I HAVE TO LET HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God wants to clean my room, so i can't keep closing my door on Him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never has nor will He abondon me, so WHY DO I DO IT ALL THE TIME?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I KNOW WHAT"S WRONG AND STILL DO IT!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God changes us LITTLE BY LITTLE. BABY STEPS SARAH! That's ALL i did when i first moved here. NOTHING, NOT ONE THING i did was EASY. i forgot how much of a struggle it was at first.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason why God changes us little by little is because its the only way we learn to rely on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC closed with this:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all we do is focus on the leasks in our buckets. what i need to do is see where i was before i moved here for GCCband measure my growth. (november 4, 2006- now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my heart to break with what breaks God's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8188003607495117996?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/8188003607495117996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=8188003607495117996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8188003607495117996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8188003607495117996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-t-s-y-o-u-r-w-o-r-l-d.html' title='i t s y o u r w o r l d'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-9150333245157858727</id><published>2008-04-27T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:22:34.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>regret</title><content type='html'>after i posted the entry below, i came across a blog entry of an old friend and in the entry read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you died tonight with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't you told them yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response:&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry. not a day goes by that i dont think about them. i NEVER wanted to hurt them the way i did. i still love them all. i miss them all so much it actually makes my heart hurt. i would tell them how much i appreciate (until the day i die) the instant acceptance they showed me, the love they invested in me, the friendship they gave me, and the all the time they shared with me, as well as the faith and support they had in me. &lt;br /&gt;i wish things could go back. i know they cant, but more than that, i wish so badly that what joy was taken from their lives before, would be given back to them in ways they never knew a joy existed. that their new life be filled with everything they deserve (which is more than our simple brains can imagine). that they always fully rely on God and continue to be who God intended them to be because they are one of the most amazing families i have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;i literally would cry to them over and over again saying how sorry i was. however, there is one thing i would say to them knowing it was the most important if they could be told anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would tell them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pray everyday for their forgiveness, from each and every one of them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i pray it everyday. NOT just for my sake, but so they can move on with their lives, with no more anger or hurt or resentment...or suffer through the horrible feeling of being betrayed...because i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why havent i told them...?&lt;br /&gt;that's between God and I. however, i have been- in a way- talking/asking God what to do with this situation in my life. it was EXACTLY what the blog entry from the other person said...what would you regret NOT telling someone? for 4 months ive been trying to figure out what to do? what to say? find sanity in the fact i will not ever be ABLE to say ANYTHING. then i found this tonight. i dont know if the people i have referred to will ever visit my blogger, but if they do, even if its years from now, they'll see this and know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-9150333245157858727?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/9150333245157858727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=9150333245157858727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9150333245157858727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9150333245157858727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/04/regret.html' title='regret'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-5759928452028524287</id><published>2008-04-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:07:40.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>another "shpeel"</title><content type='html'>i saw these two girls today at work that i met through lifeline. they reminded me so much of myself when i had met them. the first girl i saw recognized me right away and it was so nice to see the excitement in her face. while i was ringing her up, another girl came up beside her- i didnt recognize her at first. she looked a little different. she's pregnant. they're cousins and not even ot of high school. now that i think back on it, the pregnant girl looked kind of embarrassed. i so badly wanted to squeeze the poo out of her and tell how proud i was of her for keeping the baby and trying to make things work. i have met and seen hundreds of kids that just hurt and struggle day to day and have no way of finding out what's really going on in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the girls left, i felt so weird. bad weird. i suddenly sunk into this lonely feeling. i started thinking about lifeline a lot. i want to go back so badly to the way everything was but i cant just jump back in. i have too many things to fix. sometimes i feel like its just too late. GCC religiously confirms its never too late to come back to God, but its so hard for me to do it. i believe it because i DO whole heartedly. i would tell anyone to just SPRINT to Him. all He wants is your heart. why is it so hard for me to do what i honestly believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving to brothers house about 15 minutes ago and became really disgusted with myself. i want to change. i want to go back to the sarah that was SEEKING after God. who was surrounded daily by good, loving, loyal people who chased after God. i want to be relied ON, i want to be the friend people go to, who see Jesus in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up big time in the last 4 months. this year has been hell for me spiritually, mentally, financially - you name it. it could be MUCH worse, but im learing when YOU CHOOSE to step away from God and all that He has to offer, you become a person you absolutely hate. nothing you do is satisfying. you always want more. its sickening really. i dont want it anymore. this is the EXACT feeling i had before i moved here. its the EXACT reason why i moved here: so i could come back to God. i wanted to completely rid my life of sin and selfishness and find out what it meant to be in love with Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, though, this time its worse than the feeling i had before.now i have had a taste of my Lord. ive felt His unconditional love, ive experienced blessing after blessing and then slowly, BUT WILLINGLY walked away from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know our God has provision we know not of, that His love is amazing steady and unchanging, that it stretches as far as the east is from the west...that i matter...through all the stupid STUPID minute by minute mistakes i make, HE JUST WANTS ME! MY HEART. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been talking to a friend a lot lately- kinda laying it all out there to her. she has really been helping me dig at this and show me that this is all repairable. im taking the smallest baby steps ever, but if anyone is reading this pray for me. i dont care what it is you pray FOR, just pray for me. i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-5759928452028524287?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/5759928452028524287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=5759928452028524287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5759928452028524287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5759928452028524287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-shpeel.html' title='another &quot;shpeel&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4691859898579636398</id><published>2008-04-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:41:26.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>photogtaphs and memories</title><content type='html'>i'm just going to chalk this week up as sarah is very emotional! last night got to me a little, i think everyone should have times like that when they just break down. well anyway, i woke up this morning to the smell of cinnamon rolls! my roommate made them for me. so ate three (fat kid i know haha) with an amazing glass of milk YUUUUUUM and then i sat down to check myspace, facebook and read what i blogged last night. &lt;br /&gt;anyway long story short...i found this artist almost as soon as i got online. his name is jason reeves. i would say he is on my top 5 right now. i saw a song called photographs and memories...its really good and it relates to some of the thoughts and feelings i had last night. &lt;br /&gt;whenever i hear a good song it's because the lyrics captured my heart, then because the artist delivered the lyrics well and then the beat is good you know so on and so on. so anyway...i like to share lyrics so here are the lyrics and a link to his myspace page. check him out:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=14211432&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs and Memories by Jason Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep your picture by my bed for when im feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why i would be.&lt;br /&gt;the way your smile looks so real&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i could start to understand your grace.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand why you're&lt;br /&gt;not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even wanna know where else&lt;br /&gt;you'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i have photographs and memories of the times&lt;br /&gt;when you weren't on my mind and i was alone.&lt;br /&gt;and i have poetry and drawings of my life&lt;br /&gt;when you weren't on my side and i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;just what is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing moments on the wall with different colors&lt;br /&gt;keeps my mind away from missing you.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to fall asleep to slip into my dreams&lt;br /&gt;where we can dance upon a star..&lt;br /&gt;and i will be as patient as a boy in love could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't feel like i was real until you were&lt;br /&gt;a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i have photographs and memories of the times&lt;br /&gt;when you weren't on my mind and i was alone.&lt;br /&gt;and i have poetry and drawings of my life&lt;br /&gt;when you weren't on my side and i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;just what is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you back, i need you back&lt;br /&gt;i need you here.&lt;br /&gt;i need your smile, i need your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i need you dear.&lt;br /&gt;cause every line on your face makes a beautiful maze&lt;br /&gt;for my eyes to trace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4691859898579636398?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4691859898579636398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4691859898579636398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4691859898579636398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4691859898579636398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/04/photogtaphs-and-memories.html' title='photogtaphs and memories'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-1423167349738533110</id><published>2008-04-10T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:22:55.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i hate when movies do this...</title><content type='html'>sometimes you can’t explain or express how broken you are. life is full of so much. i’m only 21 but often i feel like i’ve lived 930472984 years plus. i’m sitting here racking my brain attemping to remember things. it’s so hard. i try for like 5 minutes, some nights i only make it 45 seconds because it always ends the same- feeling frustrated, sad, hurt, confused, an ocassional laugh, a smile here and there and then this void, this empty "thing" in my gut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even at the age 61, my mom doesn’t know everything. how can you experience life that long and not know? we forget so easily things we see everyday or learn, or even felt. i know there are things that took place in my life i didn’t even know happened or didnt see...i.e. when my dad first held me, when i made my mom really proud, my parents being in love, when i made my brothers laugh really hard...when my family was a family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about recess? snack time? birthday parties...you know i never had a brithday party when i was a young buck. i went to plenty though, from chuck e cheese to discovery zone to rollerbladding hah. what about the times you met a stranger? how random and ironic it was you just happen to meet them. or meeting that one person that one time and just by looking at them you get this...this spine tingling, goose bump experience that tells you there is something so different, so intreging, wholesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had this part in our brains with a tv and a vcr- not a dvd player, but an old school vcr- where you can just fastforward and rewind, replay, replay replay!!! EVERY MOMENT! can you imagine? every little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things We Lost in the Fire. my roommate rented it tonight, had no clue how much it related to me. yesterday, someone mentioned a movie to me i would have sworn on my life was my ultimate favoriest movie EVER, yet i had forgotten about it until he mentioned it - Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind. it ties back to my whole memory thing...except the thing is the characters in this movie DON’T want to remeber. they actually want to forget. i remember when i felt like that. it’s because some of the memories just hurt too much. but then years, months, heck sometimes even hours pass, and then bam...i find myself saying i would GIVE, DO anything- ANYTHING- just to have that back...to be in that one place again, experience a passion i use to have, to see that one person again, to hold, to feel that person, have a conversation, hear their voice! laugh with them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when movies do this. it’s as if i have been turned upside down with all the blood rushing to my head, feeling as if its about to explode with emotion-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     so    much   emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it because it makes me stop running. i may get mad and show emotion and say things giving one the impression that i’m "putting it all out there" or being too emotional...haha even annoying. the thing is...i’m not TRULY telling you how i feel, what’s really going on. i run from the truth. actually, i run so much i start running in these circles and end up running back into the truth. so i confront it. i face it. i can only deal with it for a little while though...i freak out, the minute i feel overwhelmed and start running again. i need to stop running. so i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretly, i love it when movies do this...;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Except the good." - Things We Lost in the Fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-1423167349738533110?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/1423167349738533110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=1423167349738533110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1423167349738533110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1423167349738533110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-when-movies-do-this.html' title='i hate when movies do this...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-414019015142064690</id><published>2008-03-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:36:24.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing!</title><content type='html'>i love you, that's what you're getting yourself into...&lt;br /&gt;- God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-414019015142064690?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/414019015142064690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=414019015142064690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/414019015142064690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/414019015142064690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-1590799230711418638</id><published>2008-03-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:06:12.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired by Ted Bryant and Gessica Hufnagle'/><title type='text'>I.D.E.N.T.I.T.Y</title><content type='html'>yes yes i know! im blogging! its only been 3 and a half months...only ;-) BUT im doing it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take a step back from Lifeline and Oasis for a little bit in January...still not for sure when im coming back, but I AM COMING BACK! i did get the chance to stop in two weeks ago. i missed the kids, the volunteer leaders, and the staff! so i decided to go. it was a great decision. that night ted bryant was speeaking. im sure i wasnt the only one but i do know his message was PERFECT for me. he talekd about our idividual identity - ya know, who we are, why we are what we are...what we are. anyway, i thought it absolutely necessary to share (if i have any readers) or at least just put on my blog for future reflection purposes. OKAY HERE IT GOES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this GYNORMOUS, VISCIOUS cycle in life that many of us can categorize ourselves apart of (i'm in it). it starts out as a sort of self evaluation in how we go about living. in this case the result is "i'm not good enough". so to fix that we try to be someone else...or something else that we see working, thinking "HEY! maybe i can do/ be that and it'll work for me". well what we dont realize is that by choosing that, it, in a weird way, "allows" us to miss out on what God already had planned for us because we aren't trying to pursue WHO HE MADE US TO BE. taking this road nNEVER works out, therefore it leaves us feeling useless, worthless, unsuccessful- right back to the beginning of "IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see the cycle?!?!?!? really!??! do understand that those four main thoughts can lead to INSANITY?!?! i do because i truly think im there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted went on to say that there are basically two ways to divide things into :&lt;br /&gt;1. NOT GOD&lt;br /&gt;2. GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.NOT GOD: need to be prettier, skinnier, smarter, faster stronger- bascially BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.GOD: accepted as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we ask: who do you trust?&lt;br /&gt;                who are you?&lt;br /&gt;                WHAT SHOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with GOD asking "what should you be?" is the WRONG question to be asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with #1 NOT GOD the asnwer you'll get back is simply everyone else OWN opinion getting NO HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RIGHT question to ask with GOD is "WHAT AM I?!?!?!?!" why wouldnt you ask the One who created you? The answer will be THE TRUTH. isnt that what you want!??! HONESTY?! then you'll get help- solutions to the insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now keep in mind, this is not ted's word for word sermon, but i think i did a pretty good job translating it. anyway after hearing this i jotted down a few personal thoughts i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole message got to me, but the part about the NOT GOD side leading to others opinions not helping really came at me like a spider monkey (it's from talladega nights). I forgot i WANTED help. when i first moved here- i forgot how badly i wanted to be literally saved from all the crap. just swept up, rescued far far away from all the bad. i would sit in church screaming in my head to God "How do I get it? How do I get thorugh this God because I want out of it!!!" My heart WANTED the change- the DESIRE, I HAD DESIRE for it. I had a NEED for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't i now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i mean i love God - i do. i believe He is here and that Jesus died on the cross for our sinful ways, but the&lt;strong&gt; BURN&lt;/strong&gt; isn't there. I forgot I was at a point where i KNEW i could NOT do it anymore. i was so hurt i was reaching out for ANYTHING that would help me feel healed and loved and accepted. i guess once i had gotten it, once i decided to REALLY live my life for God, that i had forgotten how MISERABLE things are when you walk away from the help WILLINGLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that happen...&lt;em&gt;so fast&lt;/em&gt;? how do you forget that much pain? then i found myself sitting there in church yelling through a pen and paper at God &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. "WHAT'S THE POINT WHEN IT'S ALL SO EASILY FORGOTTEN??? HOW DO YOU KEEP DOING THE RIGHT THING?!?? HOW DO YOU NOT STRAY AWAY?!? HOW DO I DO THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about leaving the blog with that. honestly because i'm still asking, telling, crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is not lost. things could be much worse. in fact, i think because i went to lifeline that night and started taking steps back toward my relationship with God, it's already blessed me. my taxes ended being MUCH larger than i had anticipated ( like $400 more) my friendships are getting renewed and mended, i JUST officially had two job offers that i took (one full time, one part time) and i'm feeling a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;better about my "guy situation" (which honestly i think is a miracle in itself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go back to lifeline this sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51:17&lt;br /&gt;   "...heart shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-1590799230711418638?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/1590799230711418638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=1590799230711418638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1590799230711418638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1590799230711418638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2008/03/identity.html' title='I.D.E.N.T.I.T.Y'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-747594837591722044</id><published>2007-12-13T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:16:07.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things could be better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='used to be happy'/><title type='text'>battle.</title><content type='html'>oh this is too much. this is big. too big for me. i'm losing so much so fast. i had everything. the knowledge, support, love, acceptance...but the really cool part was i was finally getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money, social acceptance, guys... i can't believe they have had me bound for so long. i feel like im in prison, but centuries ago. i'm in chains half- clothed, cold, hungry for anything, and beaten, almost to death.  i wonder if i stay in bed maybe i can escape another beating. stepping outside of me, my situation could be worse, it always can be worse, its just getting myself out of the mind set that i can't endure anymore of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even typing it hits me as utter foolishness to think this is something i'll defeat in the end. i'm seeing i'm incredibly reliable and consistent in being INconsistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing this series in oasis and lifeline called SHIVERNAKERVOMITJAILSTARVE. this series is literally throwing me into a brickwall. i'm hurtin'- man am i feeling it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not seeing tomorrow as a new day. tomorrow is just another day to make more mistakes, to hear of more injustice...an opportunity to sin. how promising does tomorrow sound? look? feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is even too big for God...satan has been whispering that to me nonstop. go ahead, judge me for even playing with that very though but just think- there has been a time where you all have gone through crap and didnt give it to Him....isnt that like saying God cant handle it? what bout the times you have thought this isnt that big of a deal i can handle it. OH REALLY? haha okay....sure. lemme know how that worked out for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on edge with everything. i'm not patient with anyone right now. i'm purposely setting myself aside from people that could possibly help me. when i'm not doing that, i'm swimming in my bitterness convincing myself how i will never befriend the "holier than thou" crowd and how much i can't stand to be under the same roof as them. before all this, i didnt even think of anyone as portraying to me that they were better christians than me....so what's so different now? i can tell you it's not them.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ME. i have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this battle is no where near to its end. there is always more to come. i just dont know how to fight anymore. not right now. i dont know how to get up from the wounds. obviously they havent killed me, but its almost as if i dont want to get up because i feel like if i get up there will only be more...more that i can't handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this song by colbie caillat called battle. this mught sound weird but its like a song to myself and maybe what God thinks sometimes maybe...i dont know about the God part but i do know its something i would tell myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;cue the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought we'd be fine &lt;br /&gt;all these years gone by &lt;br /&gt;now your askin me to listen &lt;br /&gt;well then tell me bout everything &lt;br /&gt;no lies we're loosin time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is a battle &lt;br /&gt;and its your final last call &lt;br /&gt;it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know &lt;br /&gt;but why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why? &lt;br /&gt;this can be better, you used to be happy, try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got them on your side &lt;br /&gt;and they wont change their minds &lt;br /&gt;now its over &lt;br /&gt;and i'm feelin like i've missed out on everything &lt;br /&gt;i just hope its worth the fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is a battle &lt;br /&gt;and its your final last call - why'd you have to let it go?&lt;br /&gt;it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know - can't you see you hurt me so?&lt;br /&gt;but why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why? &lt;br /&gt;things could be better, you can be happy, try... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wrap around my simple human brain how much i'm hurting God. when it comes down to it...that's the WHY. why i'm not happy, miserable, failing- its because i can't be good for one day. i disappoint God every hour....on the other hand, the battle wouldn't be there if i wasn't trying though, right? is it safe to say that? wise to say that? there is a battle BECAUSE i actually do really love this God and i WANT, my heart DESIRE is to please Him and live for Him...to do what's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if that's the reason and that's my heart...why am i losing the battle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-747594837591722044?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/747594837591722044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=747594837591722044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/747594837591722044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/747594837591722044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/12/battle.html' title='battle.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-1502324633800831934</id><published>2007-11-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:54:04.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired by DC CURRY'/><title type='text'>I.M.A.G.E</title><content type='html'>DC spoke this week about IMAGE for our BAD BOYS series. here are some words he said that stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 47:10&lt;br /&gt;  I am and there is none besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m a g e b u i l d i n g&lt;br /&gt;  an attempt to make impressions that we are bigger than we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you start lying to yourself so much, you believe it....reality needs to hit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idealist v realist and fiction v fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you can do all the "right things" and still be WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would we build an image? what is it about wanting an image?&lt;br /&gt;   .....I N S E C U R I T Y.&lt;br /&gt;        .....A C C E  P T A N C E - wanting it so much it consumes you; mind, actions, words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dont confuse EXCELLING with SELF-SELLING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOOKS AT YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;    make sure you arent being a hypocrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JESUS NEVER REJECTED US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-1502324633800831934?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/1502324633800831934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=1502324633800831934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1502324633800831934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/1502324633800831934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/11/image.html' title='I.M.A.G.E'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-3245034964665683912</id><published>2007-11-29T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:09:46.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOSES told by Corey Mann'/><title type='text'>time in the desert.....is something burning?</title><content type='html'>MOSES. never gave him a second thought, just like many other bible characters i have heard stories about, sadly. a man who directly heard the voice of GOD and had a conversation about what GOD wanted him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy has one relative story though. its kinda like a tree ring with him...and us.&lt;br /&gt;tree rings-- what if the rings on trees that reveal the age were like events or stories that revealed us.  if we cut ourselves down like a tree, right down the middle, how many rings do you think we would see? what do you think they would each reveal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know when you hold a ball down under water for as long as you can then it pops up...sometimes life does that too often life does that.&lt;br /&gt;     -- exodus 2:11-15&lt;br /&gt;                -basically moses had seen one of the slaves being beaten and treated unfairly and he rose up with anger then killing the egyptian gaurd who was being unjust to the slave. the next day moses went back to find two Hebrew men fighting. he spoke to the man who started it: "why are you hitting your neighbor. the man shot back: "Who do you think you are, telling us what to do? Are you going to kill me the way you killed that Egyptian?" naturally moses freaked thinking word got out that he MURDERED a man so he ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like me.,..messed so bad it was almost irreversable so instead if facing it, RUN.&lt;br /&gt;which goes back with the whole ball under water thing- tryna hide it hold it in and then BAM its pops up in your face and everyone sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we get to the part of his life where he spent some time in the desert- YUCK right?....we all have been there before and hate it, but so many times we miss seeing it as the opportunity. time in the desert allows you to HEAR GOD. hmmm yeah hearing GOD...LISTENING. a lot more can happen: maturity - it broadens, deepens yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but then there is the I HAVE BEEN IN THE DESERT FOR TOO LONG YOU DONT KNOW HOW LONG IVE BEEN HERE! i was positive or i tried hearing God. MOSES WAS 80 when he heard from GOD. E I G H T Y! in exodus 3 GOD appears to moses in a BURNING BUSH. the CREATOR talking to the creatED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally he hears from God 80 years later...he hears WORD FOR WORD STEP 1 -293727 what ever of EXACTLY WHAT GOD WANTS and this dude comes back at God with excuse after excuse after excuse. they are all the same exact excuses and questions we come back at GOD with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 EXCUSES:&lt;br /&gt;1. WHO AM I ?&lt;br /&gt;2. WHO ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT IF THEY DON'T LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;4. I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;5. SURELY THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE? - FIND SOMEONE ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD'S RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;1. I WILL BE WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;2. I AM THE GREAT I AM I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD!&lt;br /&gt;3. I HAVE PROVISION YOU KNOW NOT OF!&lt;br /&gt;4. I MADE YOU. I MADE ALL CREATION. I HAVE CALLED YOU BECAUSE I KNOW YOU CAPABLE!&lt;br /&gt;5. I WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO GO THROUGH ANYTHING YOU CAN NOT HANDLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**MAYBE our bush has ben burning all along BUT you've been too busy to see or know it**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS that COULD HAPPEN if we made NO EXCUSES and JUST WENT!&lt;br /&gt;- emotional investment/attachment to the work you are called to do.&lt;br /&gt;- GOD AFFIRMS you through OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;- GOD GIVES you MENTORS thoughout the entire journey that will build you up, ENCOURAGING you.&lt;br /&gt;- GOD BUILDS on your STRENGTHS, EXPERIENCES, and BACKGROUND.&lt;br /&gt;- GOD instills a VALUE of HARDWORK in YOU!&lt;br /&gt;- GOD PROVIDES an army for you (friends, family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL COMING UP WITH EXCUSES? HEAR THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Old Testament is filled with people who made mistakes - CRAZY, SIMILAR, SHAMEFUL PASTS - and GOD USED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. THE MADE A DIFFERENCE FOR GOD DESPITE THEIR CHOICES BECAUSE GOD WANTED THEM!&lt;br /&gt;    -- eve, rahab, david, peter, jacob, thomas, jospeh, matthew, noah, leah, and LAZARUZ WHO WAS DEAD AND GOD STILL USED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G O D  C A N  U S E  U S !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* NOW slow down, put ALL the excuses aside and  l . i . s . t . e . n &lt;br /&gt;        when was the last time you looked in the mirror and said SHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-3245034964665683912?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/3245034964665683912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=3245034964665683912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3245034964665683912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3245034964665683912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-in-desertis-something-burning.html' title='time in the desert.....is something burning?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7909220108835909773</id><published>2007-11-18T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:29:43.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired from Shauna Neiquist'/><title type='text'>BIG MOMENT = SMALL MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>When I think about my future, I wonder where I'll be, then I make that my life. My mentality then becomes "When the big moment happens then life can be lived, it can start." As time goes on I only see Im getting older. HAHAHAHAHAH okay so Im 21 but I see how fast life HAS BEEN going and am fully aware its only going to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;Celebration, optimisim and hope is necessary in the chaotic distructive world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 61&lt;br /&gt;1-7 The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me because God anointed me.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me to preach good news to the poor, &lt;br /&gt;   heal the heartbroken,&lt;br /&gt;Announce freedom to all captives, &lt;br /&gt;   pardon all prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;God sent me to announce the year of his grace— &lt;br /&gt;   a celebration of God's destruction of our enemies— &lt;br /&gt;   and to comfort all who mourn,&lt;br /&gt;To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, &lt;br /&gt;   give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes,&lt;br /&gt;Messages of joy instead of news of doom, &lt;br /&gt;   a praising heart instead of a languid spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Rename them "Oaks of Righteousness" &lt;br /&gt;   planted by God to display his glory.&lt;br /&gt;They'll rebuild the old ruins, &lt;br /&gt;   raise a new city out of the wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;They'll start over on the ruined cities, &lt;br /&gt;   take the rubble left behind and make it new.&lt;br /&gt;You'll hire outsiders to herd your flocks &lt;br /&gt;   and foreigners to work your fields,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll have the title "Priests of God," &lt;br /&gt;   honored as ministers of our God.&lt;br /&gt;You'll feast on the bounty of nations, &lt;br /&gt;   you'll bask in their glory.&lt;br /&gt;Because you got a double dose of trouble &lt;br /&gt;   and more than your share of contempt,&lt;br /&gt;Your inheritance in the land will be doubled &lt;br /&gt;   and your joy go on forever.&lt;br /&gt; 8-9"Because I, God, love fair dealing &lt;br /&gt;   and hate thievery and crime,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay your wages on time and in full, &lt;br /&gt;   and establish my eternal covenant with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your descendants will become well-known all over. &lt;br /&gt;   Your children in foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;Will be recognized at once &lt;br /&gt;   as the people I have blessed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10-11I will sing for joy in God, &lt;br /&gt;   explode in praise from deep in my soul!&lt;br /&gt;He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, &lt;br /&gt;   he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo &lt;br /&gt;   and a bride a jeweled tiara.&lt;br /&gt;For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, &lt;br /&gt;   and as a garden cascades with blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom &lt;br /&gt;   and puts praise on display before the nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling like a prisoner to my anger, bitterness, fear, and insecurities when I'M NOT and God is promising me so much more. When we choose to be a better person for God, we start to see Him when before all we saw was a street, someone crying, or just another stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our life, we get our hearts ABSOLUTELY BROKEN. Initially we want a heart of stone so that we can NEVER feel that kind of pain, NEVER come close to reaching that level of pain EVER again. BUT what I often fail to remember and truly believe from day to day in the midst of my of "my wilderness"  is that God restores my soul. THEN He creates in ME a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;When we reach this part in our life there are two pivotal points we come across:&lt;br /&gt;1. we can either let it strip us down to the bone and allow is to be who God intended&lt;br /&gt;2. let it take over our self conrtol and be the reason why we behave poorly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we choose the first road, God shows us how close He is and much He loves us. HE JUST WANTS OUR HEARTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** God's kindness burns even through the deepest betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: Curses can be blessings. I know you have heard it before, but I can sometimes tmiss the blessing because i get so STUCK in MY curse. Tragedy can become epic. Wrong can become my beautiful right. There is beauty in the wilderness, but I have to be careful not to push it away because I want the dark and familiar, because I want to hold onto the feeling of being victimized.&lt;br /&gt;So here's a question for ya: what is my reason for not being able to grow and move on?.....what would my life look like if I let that reason go? When it comes down to it, whether I feel like I have nothing to hold onto or I'm blessed beyond all measure, I have a bag of gold. It's a gift from God. What am I going to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;God is really asking that I invest in this life of suffering and heartache to receive Him, to NOT wait and miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about those big moments mentioned earlier....they are really just the everyday small moments such as showing forgiveness abd grace, trusting God, loving others....I MAKE THE BIG MOMENT. That's what I have been missing - I MAKE IT! I shouldnt be waititng for it. The big moment is waiting on me- to move, pull off the masks, abd live it- live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think. pray. listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, my gift from the Holy God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7909220108835909773?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7909220108835909773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7909220108835909773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7909220108835909773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7909220108835909773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-moment-small-moments.html' title='BIG MOMENT = SMALL MOMENTS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-990402771579589230</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:20:30.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ONE YEAR Sarah!</title><content type='html'>i never come up with any great one liners for introductions for these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i have lived her for one full entire year to this date. here comes the cliche and OH SO predictable line...I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN A YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously though, i can't wrap my head around all that has happened, all that i've experienced and I WAS THERE FOR ALL OF IT. sometimes i feel like when i tell people about my life its as if im just telling some story. im to the point where the feelings (pain, sadnessm loneliness, fear, anger) i had i dont remember how deep or how intense all of it was. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...here i sit at my brothers new house ( their first house - they have been married for ten years and i dont know any other couple that deserves a house -especially as nice as this one) watching these moments flash by- some of them are playing over and over... and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sitting in my saturn inthe parking lot of my dorm at Ball State just drowning in my car due to the amount of tears my body was producing. good lord that day sucked. i didnt even beat around the bush. i came right out and asked Cody if i could come live with them up there. &lt;br /&gt;i really couldnt go on the way i was with school, this one guy (all the guys before him)...just the habits i was developing and the decisions i made had literally dragged me down to my knees. i just didnt want to move on with life if i stayed there. i would have soaked myself up with sex, alcohol, and God only knows what else. i had NO respect for myself- saw no value in me- thought i had absolutely NOTHING to offer and that i would never do well in anything.&lt;br /&gt;some might look at it as running away again, not finishing another thing i started, but the thing is i was running...to God. the only thing that made sense to me in the midst of my chaotic, unruly life was Granger Community Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got plugged into GCC in any way possible. I started with the high school ministry, Lifeline. i had no CLUE what i was getting myself into when participating in that. because of Lifeline, i was able to experience God on a whole other level; priceless irreplaceable friendships, Camp Adventure, Mexico. Those three have had the most impact on my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even before i got to camp adventure and flew (on a plane for the very first time) to Mexico, i had the opportunity to actually share my story with the entire population of GCC. they did a "my life" series campaigne in march. i was week 3. they chose me. seriously therehad to have been thousands of others with possibly ten times better of a story but they did me.i literally got to tell everyone my life- mistakes, heartache, losing dad, abuse ex, alcohol, my insecurities and why i have them. to this day i still cant believe God blessed me with that chance. it really opened the door to friendships and allowed me to just be myself, no holding back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh and MERGE. the college age services every monday. AHHHH how fun. getting to serve together with people my age facing the same struggles, being able to have fun without gettin trashed EVERY night waking up regretting what you did or with whom you did whatever with...or waking up next to someone not remembering if there was anything to regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im surrounded by talent. the musicians OH and the vocals of dan, trace, seth, j, leroy, angie, and kim....dustin, jeff, jason,so many people just exploding with beautiful talent. not to mention the abnormalcy of how HUGE the pastors hearts are there, i cant wrap my stupid, small, and so undeveloped brain around it. Dr Bob...he calls us Beloved...BELOVED. Rob Wagner (Bob Saggot :-} ) his excitement when speaking of Jesus and what His Father OUR Father can do and will do for us. Mark Waltz with his unconditional love and strong desire to just hear everyone story. Jason's words of wisdom and internal passion for falling into God face first at SUCH a YOUNG age. you know who is next : R Mark Beeson...i dont think God created words on earth for us simple minded humans to use to describe such excellence. I LOVE THIS MAN. Whew...is it offensive to say that i think if God had another son but of the world (somehow....just go with it) that  Mark would have been him? well lets hope its not offensive because i do often think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. Camp.Mexico. Baptism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was Baptized September 9, 2007 @ 4:43 p.m. by Mark Beeson and his sensational beautifully made wife, sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much more before being baptized though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico. man let me tell you. NOTHING CLOSE. i had my feet washed...by COREY MANN.oh did i mention the Mann Clan? NO i didnt? well let me just tell you about them&lt;br /&gt;there once was a mann named corey who fell in love with a woman named debbie. they got married, kissed, and had a beautiful baby girl mann, Chloe. 8 or 9 years later, wife and husband mann kissed again and had a miracle little man, Caleb. These two kids i love with all my heart. And Debbie is one hot sexy momma and i love how real she is, also just how friggin cool she is, easy to talk to, phenomenal mother, wife, and friend to me. did i mention she can cut hair like no otha motha AND wax them eyebrows -- mann there aint nothin she cant do. her husband is my favorite. funniest mann you will ever meet. you just dont meet families where EVERYONE is JUST THAT FRIGGIN' AWESOME. VERY VERY VERY blessed to say "hey i know them."&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, never had my feet washed. corey looked at me right in the eyes and the first thing he said was a question..."and you, what were you doing a year ago?" if only people had known that exactly a year ago on that day, July 26th, i had made a choice with someone and everything had went completely down hill for me and i just KNOW that was God speaking through that mann.&lt;br /&gt;not as if the kids werent enough. gosh those kids. i miss mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved out of Cody and Kristin's hair the third week of August to move into a house in South Bend with 5 other God centered lives-- Jerica, Jeanna, Rachel, Suzanna, and Heather. talk about surrounding youself with positive successful people/ friends. this house is unbelievably nice and big! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have built up some tremedous relationships with some guys that are very passionate for the Lord. they have helped me in so many ways. helping me see there are good guys that care out there. thanks david, nate, and spence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might call it a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Abba for alll the unconditional love and patience you have shown me. you truly are the Great I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy one year sarah:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-990402771579589230?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/990402771579589230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=990402771579589230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/990402771579589230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/990402771579589230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-one-year-sarah.html' title='Happy ONE YEAR Sarah!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4649603994691151620</id><published>2007-10-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:56:54.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Jane'/><title type='text'>G.R.A.C.E</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna see, I don't wanna see anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be lost again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna walk, I don't wanna walk far from You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live, I just wanna live like You do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stumble to the light of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said You'd always have a place for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little scared, got a little scared in the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I turn, everywhere I turn nothing's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a little light, saw a little light shine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a little path, found a little path at my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fumble with the gift of my free will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Hush now, listen to my voice, be still"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My refuge, my Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Living Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary, I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I've cracked my heart wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unholy, unworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still You reassure me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I new myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be lost again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4649603994691151620?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4649603994691151620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4649603994691151620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4649603994691151620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4649603994691151620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/10/grace.html' title='G.R.A.C.E'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-2678978755223278618</id><published>2007-10-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:52:01.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mask for mask</title><content type='html'>i dont know if it's just a little phase im going through right now or if im just now seeing and realizing how people are and how life tends to be approached..by me and everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;there tends to be talk of how everyone hids behind a mask- some have three they rotate through out his or her entire life, some have one for everday. i have a mask for every PERSON in my life. with some people i can use the the same mask, but more often then not, i have to switch em out. &lt;br /&gt;question: am i fake? &lt;br /&gt;answer: yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;i should be able to be myself (through Christ) no matter what the audience. hasnt really worked out that way- ever. i always filter what i am rreally thinking or what i really want to say. sometimes thats good though because i would regret DEEPLY the next day what i said. however, its harmful in so many ways. i hold in what some need to hear, but dont want to hear...ya know. &lt;br /&gt;soooooo how do i get rid of 21 years of masks and just let people see my face; the face God gave me and could shine so much Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;I DONT FRIGGIN KNOW !&lt;br /&gt;if anyone does lemme know...PLEASE. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-2678978755223278618?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/2678978755223278618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=2678978755223278618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2678978755223278618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2678978755223278618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/10/mask-for-mask.html' title='mask for mask'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7687174077692079351</id><published>2007-10-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:56:30.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long time no blog'/><title type='text'>I-YI-YI....</title><content type='html'>holy crap its been almost 2 months, but i have a vaild excuse..i moved into a house with no internet or cable at the end of august. so much has happened in those two months. okay well i moved to south bend into an AWESOME house with 5 other girls! whew it's crazy and i love it. our house is sooo nice and huge. my roommates are phenomenal. they are so encouraging and fun! bout 4 weeks ago i basically put in a 2 weeks notice and the week after my notice i was sent home...so i didnt get the full 2 weeks but i have had 3 weeks of absolutely nothing to do. while it has its advantages and im soaking up every moment, having no money is soaking up my ability to do anything that i have to pay for ahah...yeah no pay check sucks. BUT BUT BUT i do have a job as of wednesday at express. its only temp. i have another job in the end zone im just waiting for them to find space. GOOD news is express will occupy my time while they get everything figured out. hmmmm what else...OH YEAH i suck at being good. i went to mexico 2 months ago and i have screwed up so many times already. its pretty discouraging really. having a sticking with doing the right thing once i pick up where i left off. i have let the past beat me down a lot. i am so weak when it comes to accpetance, oh and boys. its amazes me...me i mean i never cease to amaze myself. i have "really really really really sincerely liked" about 290420 boys since august and managed to not rely on God with my struggles. its pretty impressive how well i fink things up. &lt;br /&gt;i will take this space up to write bout something good. colbie caillat and onerepublic make me very very vey very happy as well as saving jane's song grace, shane &amp; shane's beg, switchfoot's on fire, and a couple more that have temporarily cancelled out the negative. &lt;br /&gt;i really wish i had my notes with me i would just type about all the stuff i have written about in my journal and stuuuuuuuff. this isnt much of  a blog. sorry if anyone reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of reading my blog hmmmm kristin my bff anf sister.in.law and the only person who reads my blog (hi kristin love you) (( i did that because she is prolly reading right now)) but anyway she is on a little road trip with some cool peeps fromm GCC. i miss her. moving out is great i can stay up however late i want, be immature but man i miss her. she is so wise and lving. you hear me kristin...youre wise and loyal and encouraging. you know what i found/learned?... encourage means to walk along side which is what you/ kristin do with me and my family and yours....you walk along side us rooting us on to do the right thing letting us know we are very well capable and can do the right thing. thanks&lt;br /&gt;so with kristin being gone i am playing mom with lauren and i gotta say i dont think ill be a good mom but man that little girl is PRECIOUS. yeah she is my niece but seriously she's pretty darn special. &lt;br /&gt;ohhh its friggin 5:53 a.m. if my brother cody was down here in their basement he would shart a brick ad be so mad at me for being on here hahaahh i love him yelling and all.but i think in honor of him ill call it a night a pass the frik out for a lil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will catch this blog up very very very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7687174077692079351?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7687174077692079351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7687174077692079351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7687174077692079351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7687174077692079351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-yi-yi.html' title='I-YI-YI....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-2293142480761861114</id><published>2007-08-11T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:45:51.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIONS (and tigers and bears) OH MY!</title><content type='html'>New Communtiy with Mark Batterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just say this, if i could attend meetings such as (brad voice) Uh oh i don't know, the LEADERSHIP SUMMIT (regular voice) prior to EVERY service at GCC...wheeeeew Lordy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes the hindsight bias blinds our vision with Bible stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 23:20-23 &lt;br /&gt;    - so this guy, Benaiah, killed two lions(cubs) and then placed himself into a pit to again kill a lion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*T.I.M.E.O.U.T*&lt;br /&gt;    - WILLINGLY put his body sober into a pit to fight and slaughter a LION...like MUFASA! THEN OH THEN HE CAME OUT ALIVE WITH THE LION DEAD. WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE? no guns, bombs to throw in the pit...what would that look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;     - ever think you're okay as long as you don't do what's wrong...while neglecting the whole DOING WHAT'S RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rather than playing defense, we are called to play offense.&lt;br /&gt;        (this game plan brings me back to when Corey Mann --LUUUUUURVE HIM-- spoke one @ GCC about being in the garage sale where Jesus purchased us ALL in exchange for His life...then we become His action figures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The enemy wants me on defense and will use two emotions, strong emotions at that, to derail me:&lt;br /&gt;      1. GUILT = focusing on past drains me, resulting in focus pointed toward the unchangeable rather than the FUTURE HE HAS HAD PLANNED FOR ME ALL THE ALONG...i'll use all my energy by investing my time and thoughts in the old me and i wont have any left to invest in my preparation to examplify His GLORY, GRACE, and LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;      2. FEAR = failing again. hesitating to do what God stirs up inside, in your spirit, because you fear...fear your past and how much you SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CONDITION REFLEXES&lt;br /&gt;      -Good Kind = our spirit when sinning&lt;br /&gt;      -Bad Kind - fear of constant failure...calls for reconditioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKE 22:54-62&lt;br /&gt;       -Peter denied Jesus 3 times when the rooster crowed&lt;br /&gt;       -the bad condition reflex (brc) = do you think Peter experienced bcr whenever he heard a rooster crow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus recondtioned Peter's G u i l t  with and his F e a r  with         &lt;br /&gt;                                           r                                a&lt;br /&gt;                                           a                                i&lt;br /&gt;                                           c                                t&lt;br /&gt;                                           e                                h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconditioned:Guilt = Grace&lt;br /&gt;                       Fear = Faith      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is the fear we overcome that becomes outr greatest experience&lt;br /&gt;-thought: can you imagine the bed time stories in Bible times?&lt;br /&gt;-question: are you living a life that is worth telling stories about?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Challenge: find lion. kill lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when we lack guts, we rob God, the author of our faith, His Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-2293142480761861114?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/2293142480761861114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=2293142480761861114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2293142480761861114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2293142480761861114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/08/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='LIONS (and tigers and bears) OH MY!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-6418067311459859477</id><published>2007-07-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:22:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i see skies of blue, clouds of white...</title><content type='html'>many many many many thoughts, and memories consumed my yesterday, as well as family i havent seen in years or havent seen EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday early morning, my brother and i drove back to our lovely home, frankfort, for our grandma's funeral (our last gparent, mom's mom). wednesday, my brother cody calls telling me mom came home from work about 3:30 and walked in on grandma lying flat on the kitchen floor with head bleeding and not breathing. come to find out, she experienced a brain hemmorage, fell back, hit her head (hence the bleeding) and we think we lost her at home. also she had probably been lying there for approximately 3 hours. i was not that close to my grandmother, but i loved the poo outta that crazy old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my mom that just literallly broke me. i mean she is 60 and...walk in from her 12 hour shift at Frito-Lay to that...:-( &lt;br /&gt;her voice on the phone...she has always been strong for EVERYONE, never showing her fears or insecurities. first her dad dies, then she loses her husband, now her mother. i mean granted there are far worse things that one could go through and has already...but its my mom....i love her...if i walked in on my mother just lying there bleeding...but the thing is, i have not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cody and i were driving back home i had a little, shall i say movie moment flash back of when cody and i were driving to go see dad in the hospital right before he died. my brother and i...man we fight like crazy, but he has been there for so much. even saying that line "been there for so much" doesnt come close to explaining how vital he has been in my life. he has been my big,strong, and strapping popular football star brother; my teacher; my best friend; my creative and talented media brother; my dad; my hero; my enemy; my blessing.&lt;br /&gt;YUP, ALL IN ONE! he is pretty cool i must say. so i love him. a lot actually. at the end of the night after all is screamed and done...i wouldnt have it any other way. PLUS  i mean kristin elizabeth ponce fell in love with him, so he had to be doin' something right ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thought i had revolved around the song they played at granny's funeral - louis armstrong, what a wonderful world...&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was granny's favorite song, which was really cool b/c my dad and brothers all love louis. the pastor, God Bless his heart, he read EVERYTHING...EVEN THE "ACCEPTING JESUS PRAYER". ya know the ones you repeat after..YEAH...I LOVE GCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing me to my next reflection...how much God has done for me through Granger Community Church (and Cody and Kristin for opening up their home rent free). MERGE, LIFELINE: CAMP ADVENTURE, MOVE, MEXICO, CAMP ADVENTURE...THE PEOPLE...COREY MANN (HIS ENTIRE FAMILY), JOHNNY AND ANGELA KEIM!, DC AND BROOKE, TED BRYANT AND FAMILY, MARK AND SHEILA BEESON...I MEAN COME ON! My job here, AND THE KIDS i meet because of the opportunities LIFELINE offers and create and MAKE HAPPEN...AND ALL US YOUNG BUCKS from MERGE...its spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love GOD. I LOVE WHAT HE IS SETTING IN FRONT OF ME DAILY...i might not act like it i may even HATE it in the moment, but i know GOD will never let me take on anything i couldnt handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i think to myself, what a wonderful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-6418067311459859477?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/6418067311459859477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=6418067311459859477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/6418067311459859477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/6418067311459859477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-see-skies-of-blue-clouds-of-white.html' title='i see skies of blue, clouds of white...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4565137604663011307</id><published>2007-07-01T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:00:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batman's robin...the ego we don't acknowledge as "ego"</title><content type='html'>i did watch the cartoon batman  when i was younger often...this is true, but that's it. i don't even know the whole story i do know this...rich man with butler develops a large obsession with bats, so larrge that he dresses as one and goes about Gotham City saving it from its nasty and evil peguins, clowns, and mayors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes without saying he was a hunk, but i also had a little thing for robin. i think it was because he wasn't heard of much ...and he was younger, closer to my age ;-). i kinda looked at him as batman's annoying little brother that also had an obsession with a winged creature (hence the name robin), so batty decided to take lil rob in for personal benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder now how much crap robin dealt with...or more so didnt deal with. i mean he was kinda like batman's slave. it seems its like that with most sidekicks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidekick...the title/position just does not sound like fun, let alone the actual motion (get it, a kick to the side...yeah i kinda regret typing it now, but not enough to hit backspace 294790374 times) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i bet robin or any other character in the shadow of guys like batman regularly experienced some bitterness and anger which could have developed into quite the ego, but they probably didnt recognize it as an ego. think about it, batman takes on joker while robins at him delivering papers or whatnot because he has his own responsibilities or just watches batty simply because it's too dangerous. OR there was one episode i remember where, i kid you not robin just stood there while batman was fighting some mugger in an alley. even if the poor kid wanted more than anything to jump in and save a life, batty was too busy usin' his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say a reporter got an interview with both rob and bat...all that being talked about is batman and his courageous heart with his witty moves and sexy backhand springs which requires his 8 pack...anyway and robin sits there thinking "what about the time i went back to the cove and GOT the weapons BATMAN NEEDED because he forgot them...or the time he had to fight lex's gang of 10 and then i showed up- HE NEEDED ME"....and then the reporter says "hey rob! if i didnt know any better i'd say you have an ego!" robin would probably give batman the look/signal to kick his arse simply because 1. he takes pride in knowing and serving along side batman; 2. who wants to admit they have an ego!!!; and 3. he just wants people to know he can do things on his own and that he isnt some young irresponsible kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah oh my mind and thoughts are ridiculous i KNOW but think about it: how many times have we been like HEY GOD, I CAN HANDLE IT...dont worry about me go save other people more threatening and worse off than me...i'm oka,y really. WATCH!IN FACT HERE I GO WITHOUT YOUR BLESSING OR WITHOUT SEARCHING FOR AN OK...and then BAM we got ourselves an ego and didnt even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be robin to God. i want to serve next to Him and feel like i am and trust i take pride in our GOD, but sometimes i forget that i cant handle ANYTHING ON MY OWN. NOTHING..it's all God. He gets me through it all. i am young and i am irresponsible, but i can DO things and do them well, BUT BUT BUT ONLY BECAUSE I SEEK, LOVE, AND TRUST IN GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: camp adventure week 2 is exactly a week from today! and i have MUCH to blog about concerning the last 2 weeks of my life (CAMP ADVENTURE WEEK ONE and MOVE 07)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4565137604663011307?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4565137604663011307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4565137604663011307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4565137604663011307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4565137604663011307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/07/batmans-robinthe-ego-we-dont.html' title='batman&apos;s robin...the ego we don&apos;t acknowledge as &quot;ego&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-2451911352573448929</id><published>2007-06-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:08:07.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP ADVENTURE d.a.y.o.n.e</title><content type='html'>Mark Beeson ALL WEEK EVERYDAY. wow....i cant believe it. I KNOW he is NOT God, but man is it sacreligious to say that i DO think that God would have named His second son R Mark Beeson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night  Papa Beeson spoke with all of us councelors before the kids came and shared some scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 4.4-7&lt;br /&gt; 4-5Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you're on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute!&lt;br /&gt;6-7Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 7:15,21&lt;br /&gt;15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do&lt;br /&gt;21So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we are serving the kids and helping them take steps toward Jesus...Satan HATES THIS MUCHO...so we have to be aware that he comes to kill stealand destroy therefore we must contunue to revel in God, fully investing out energy into praises rather than worry. Also to make us aware of the opportunity to do what we know NOT to do aka sin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: i cant wait to meet my campers! my first week ever as coucelor and at thiis camp....I am SOO FLIPPIN PUMPED..i cant imagine what God has in store for me this week:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-2451911352573448929?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/2451911352573448929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=2451911352573448929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2451911352573448929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2451911352573448929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp-adventure-dayone.html' title='CAMP ADVENTURE d.a.y.o.n.e'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8381108318886806486</id><published>2007-06-07T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:47:48.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rocky theme music</title><content type='html'>if i had my own eye of the tiger theme song like rocky as i warm up for Camp and Move, then MEXICO...i believe my lyrics would read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, God— you make me strong. &lt;br /&gt;   God is bedrock under my feet, &lt;br /&gt;      the castle in which I live, &lt;br /&gt;      my rescuing knight. &lt;br /&gt;   My God—the high crag &lt;br /&gt;      where I run for dear life, &lt;br /&gt;      hiding behind the boulders, &lt;br /&gt;      safe in the granite hideout. &lt;br /&gt;I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, &lt;br /&gt;      and find myself safe and saved. (psalm 18.1-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you work, God; &lt;br /&gt;   School me in your ways. &lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand; &lt;br /&gt;   Lead me down the path of truth. &lt;br /&gt;   You are my Savior, aren't you? (psalm 25.4-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine me, God, from head to foot, &lt;br /&gt;      order your battery of tests. &lt;br /&gt;   Make sure I'm fit &lt;br /&gt;      inside and out &lt;br /&gt;So I never lose &lt;br /&gt;      sight of your love, &lt;br /&gt;   But keep in step with you, &lt;br /&gt;      never missing a beat. (psalm 26.2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**God made my life complete &lt;br /&gt;      when I placed all the pieces before him. &lt;br /&gt;   When I came back to Him, &lt;br /&gt;      He gave me a fresh start. **&lt;br /&gt;   Now I'm alert to God's ways; &lt;br /&gt;      I don't take God for granted. &lt;br /&gt;   Every day I review the ways he works; &lt;br /&gt;      I try not to miss a trick. &lt;br /&gt;   I feel put back together, &lt;br /&gt;      and I'm watching my step. &lt;br /&gt;   **God rewrote the text of my life &lt;br /&gt;      when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes**. (psalm 18.20-24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I'm hopelessly devoted to God (Grease)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8381108318886806486?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/8381108318886806486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=8381108318886806486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8381108318886806486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8381108318886806486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-rocky-theme-music.html' title='my rocky theme music'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-2249517999828279876</id><published>2007-06-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:34:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trial and torture...His strength come through weakness</title><content type='html'>"Since God has so generously let us in on what he is doing, we're not about to throw up our hands and walk off the job just because we run into occasional hard times. We refuse to wear masks and play games. We don't maneuver and manipulate behind the scenes. And we don't twist God's Word to suit ourselves. Rather, we keep everything we do and say out in the open, the whole truth on display, so that those who want to can see and judge for themselves in the presence of God."&lt;br /&gt;-2Corinthians 4:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn't get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan's angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn't think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me:&lt;br /&gt;   'My grace is enough; it's all you need. &lt;br /&gt;              My strength comes into its own in your weakness.'&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become."&lt;br /&gt;-2Corinthians 12:7-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-2249517999828279876?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/2249517999828279876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=2249517999828279876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2249517999828279876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/2249517999828279876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/06/trial-and-torturehis-strength-come.html' title='trial and torture...His strength come through weakness'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8021919060009515089</id><published>2007-06-04T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:22:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was looking for something...</title><content type='html'>Matthew 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-5For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom..&lt;br /&gt;6Hard times are inevitable, but you don't have to make it worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' Prayer for His Followers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1-5 Jesus said these things. Then, raising his eyes in prayer, he said: &lt;br /&gt;   Father, it's time. &lt;br /&gt;   Display the bright splendor of your Son &lt;br /&gt;   So the Son in turn may show your bright splendor. &lt;br /&gt;   You put him in charge of everything human &lt;br /&gt;   So he might give real and eternal life to all in his charge. &lt;br /&gt;   And this is the real and eternal life: &lt;br /&gt;   That they know you, &lt;br /&gt;   The one and only true God, &lt;br /&gt;   And Jesus Christ, whom you sent. &lt;br /&gt;   I glorified you on earth &lt;br /&gt;   By completing down to the last detail &lt;br /&gt;   What you assigned me to do. &lt;br /&gt;   And now, Father, glorify me with your very own splendor, &lt;br /&gt;   The very splendor I had in your presence &lt;br /&gt;   Before there was a world.&lt;br /&gt;   10-12Holy Father, guard them as they pursue this life &lt;br /&gt;   That you conferred as a gift through me, &lt;br /&gt;   So they can be one heart and mind &lt;br /&gt;   As we are one heart and mind. &lt;br /&gt;   As long as I was with them, I guarded them &lt;br /&gt;   In the pursuit of the life you gave through me; &lt;br /&gt;   13-19Now I'm returning to you. &lt;br /&gt;   I'm saying these things in the world's hearing &lt;br /&gt;   So my people can experience &lt;br /&gt;   My joy completed in them. &lt;br /&gt;   I gave them your word; &lt;br /&gt;   The godless world hated them because of it, &lt;br /&gt;   Because they didn't join the world's ways, &lt;br /&gt;   Just as I didn't join the world's ways. &lt;br /&gt;   I'm not asking that you take them out of the world &lt;br /&gt;   But that you guard them from the Evil One. &lt;br /&gt;   They are no more defined by the world &lt;br /&gt;   Than I am defined by the world. &lt;br /&gt;   Make them holy—consecrated—with the truth; &lt;br /&gt;   Your word is consecrating truth. &lt;br /&gt;   In the same way that you gave me a mission in the world, &lt;br /&gt;   I give them a mission in the world. &lt;br /&gt;   I'm consecrating myself for their sakes &lt;br /&gt;   So they'll be truth-consecrated in their mission.&lt;br /&gt;   20-23I'm praying not only for them &lt;br /&gt;   But also for those who will believe in me &lt;br /&gt;   Because of them and their witness about me. &lt;br /&gt;   The goal is for all of them to become one heart and mind— &lt;br /&gt;   Just as you, Father, are in me and I in you, &lt;br /&gt;   So they might be one heart and mind with us. &lt;br /&gt;   Then the world might believe that you, in fact, sent me. &lt;br /&gt;   The same glory you gave me, I gave them, &lt;br /&gt;   So they'll be as unified and together as we are— &lt;br /&gt;   I in them and you in me. &lt;br /&gt;   Then they'll be mature in this oneness, &lt;br /&gt;   And give the godless world evidence &lt;br /&gt;   That you've sent me and loved them &lt;br /&gt;   In the same way you've loved me.&lt;br /&gt;   24-26Father, I want those you gave me &lt;br /&gt;   To be with me, right where I am, &lt;br /&gt;   So they can see my glory, the splendor you gave me, &lt;br /&gt;   Having loved me &lt;br /&gt;   Long before there ever was a world. &lt;br /&gt;   Righteous Father, the world has never known you, &lt;br /&gt;   But I have known you, and these disciples know &lt;br /&gt;   That you sent me on this mission. &lt;br /&gt;   I have made your very being known to them— &lt;br /&gt;   Who you are and what you do— &lt;br /&gt;   And continue to make it known, &lt;br /&gt;   So that your love for me &lt;br /&gt;   Might be in them &lt;br /&gt;   Exactly as I am in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8021919060009515089?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/8021919060009515089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=8021919060009515089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8021919060009515089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8021919060009515089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-looking-for-something.html' title='i was looking for something...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7775284128267377405</id><published>2007-06-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:28:51.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream, expectation, advice</title><content type='html'>so tonight at the meeting we all sat in a circle and expressed our personal dreams, expectations, and advise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DREAM&lt;br /&gt;-everyone involved comes back 360 turn around for the better, and continues to put just as much energy into things and people @ home; personal with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the kids feel love more and more with each face they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no one wants to stop working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no one left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EXPECTATION&lt;br /&gt;-relationships grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-above and possibly beyond all expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to step up as a leader and friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make srong foundations for those kids and their families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God will stretch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ADVISE&lt;br /&gt;-fall IN LOVE with GOD and JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-want to do what God wants, not what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dertermination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pray for emotional strength and negativity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7775284128267377405?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7775284128267377405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7775284128267377405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7775284128267377405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7775284128267377405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/06/dream-expectation-advice.html' title='dream, expectation, advice'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-9165410387502865356</id><published>2007-05-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:06:05.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEXIC07 Meeting #1</title><content type='html'>the trip starts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal Assignment : Phillipians 2:3-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-4If you've gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if his love has made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care— then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don't push your way to the front; don't sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don't be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt; 5-8Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn't think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn't claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death—and the worst kind of death at that—a crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9-11Because of that obedience, God lifted him high and honored him far beyond anyone or anything, ever, so that all created beings in heaven and on earth—even those long ago dead and buried—will bow in worship before this Jesus Christ, and call out in praise that he is the Master of all, to the glorious honor of God the Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-9165410387502865356?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/9165410387502865356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=9165410387502865356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9165410387502865356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9165410387502865356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/05/mexic07-meeting-1.html' title='MEXIC07 Meeting #1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4963123274030210529</id><published>2007-04-22T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:21:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the more i seek you</title><content type='html'>the more i seek you, the more i find you.&lt;br /&gt;the more i find you, the more i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sit at your feet, &lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;lay back against you and breath, &lt;br /&gt;feel your heart beat. &lt;br /&gt;this love is so deep, &lt;br /&gt;it's more than i can stand, &lt;br /&gt;i melt in your peace &lt;br /&gt;it's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not believe God loves me as He does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am so in love with you. Thank you for always driving me to discover you and for the oppotunities you goiv me everyday to be used by you. With each trial i face I  end up falling deeper and deeper in love with you. I am just wanting to live for you and be with you alone. My heart for the first time feels whole again. I am NOTHING without you. My life is yours; take it to use as an instrument in your song of grace and blessing. Let others see Jesus through me. I will try so hard father to show your love and to let people know they matter. Thank you so much for myu family Lord. You have blessed me so much. I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4963123274030210529?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4963123274030210529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4963123274030210529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4963123274030210529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4963123274030210529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-i-seek-you.html' title='the more i seek you'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-652265274554395619</id><published>2007-04-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:25:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...even when I take a seat on a plane,..."</title><content type='html'>"I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of just being “another somebody” to the lost around me.  I have made a decision.  I made up my mind and set my heart to declare, “I am going to pursue the presence of God in my life.  I am going to get so close to God that when I walk into any place, people will meet Him.”  They may not know that I am there, but they will definitely know that He is there.  I want to be so saturated with God’s presence that when I take a seat on a plane, that everyone near me will suddenly feel uncomfortable if they’re not right with God, even though I haven’t said a word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let that one stew in your head for a bit, be aware of the reaction your heart will have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-652265274554395619?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/652265274554395619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=652265274554395619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/652265274554395619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/652265274554395619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/04/even-when-i-take-seat-on-plane.html' title='&quot;...even when I take a seat on a plane,...&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-5455197767694303911</id><published>2007-04-10T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:34:57.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody said it was easy'/><title type='text'>...i set you apart. - God</title><content type='html'>so im sitting here bawling my eyes out listening to iPod and coldplay comes on with scientist. this song has always been a song from God to me even when i was out drinking  and well just not respecting myself or God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hits me, for some reason God loves me. i will never know why but no matter who doesnt love me, whoever doesnt want me...He does EVERY DAY, EVERY SECOND. He set me apart. i cry out asking God why cant there be a guy out there that falls in love with everything about me like always hear not JUST in movies but in real life and witness!...WHY?? I DO...thats what God is crying back to me; that He does, more than anything i could possibly covet or love with a pure heart. GOD MADE ME. HE TOOK HIS TIME ON ME. and is taking his time with me now. i have a love. its God and Jesus. they sacrificed an easy life for a hard one. the least i can do is ALWAYS try, serve, and follow with a sincere humble heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true, when i was younger no one told me how bad life could suck; how heartless people can be; how scarred people are; how deeply affected people can be from bad habits passed on from centuries ago. all i saw and heard was disney stories. of course who wants to tell a small child about "people who do bad things"...it would create a heart full of fear and judgment; later holding he or she back from great experiences because of this subconscious alert that went off in their mind to "avoid, object(s) could hurt you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog wasnt anything like i had planned it to be, but thats how life is...my nerves are more calm, my spirit still feels tangled in a spider web, but not forever trapped. i just need to need to let God in, make God my priority again. just go back to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-5455197767694303911?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/5455197767694303911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=5455197767694303911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5455197767694303911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5455197767694303911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-set-you-apart-god.html' title='...i set you apart. - God'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8110050689512152471</id><published>2007-04-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:11:09.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Heart</title><content type='html'>i'm really struggling. everything is actually going really well. God has blessed me. i don't know why..He did all He has for me since i moved here just for me to carry on the way i have been. there's a serious inner spiritual battle goin on with me and for the most part...i'm losing to self. there is no reason for it...i disappointed and hurt God...i still am. if only everyone knew what i have been thinking and how i have been acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard for me to focus on what was becoming like second nature to me. i know what God has planned for me is amazing and im only prolonging it. i think i have already missed out on somethings b/c of my selfishness and that scares me. i want to be used by God. i dont want to miss out on what he has in store for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really emotional right now. i hate crying all the time...thats the crap i use to do before. i have been for like 2 weeks. i wish God had blessed me with the ability to write. not even poetry, but just to be able to express my feelings. i know..how hard is that its your thoughts just jot em down, right? i cant for some reason. when i go back and read what i have i just sit there and get more frustrated. my 4 yr old niece can express herself better then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill just continue cheating with other artists' work...their lyrics...their talent.&lt;br /&gt;this song pretty much describes how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trouble, coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a spider web is tangled up with me,&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my head,&lt;br /&gt;the thought of all the stupid things i'd said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a spider web, and i'm caught in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;so i turn to run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the thought of all the stupid things i've done&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and i, well if i ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;and oh no, i never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i see,&lt;br /&gt;a spider web and it's me in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;so i twist and turn,&lt;br /&gt;here i in my little bubble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing that i never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;and, i never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and i, well if i ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8110050689512152471?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8110050689512152471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8110050689512152471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-really-struggling.html' title='Troubled Heart'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-5716034108425837556</id><published>2007-04-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:08:40.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a warning sign</title><content type='html'>a warning sign,&lt;br /&gt;i missed the good part then i realized,&lt;br /&gt;i started looking and the bubble burst.&lt;br /&gt;i started looking for excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on in,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta tell you what a state i'm in,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,&lt;br /&gt;that i started looking for a warning sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;that i miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warning sign,&lt;br /&gt;you came back to haunt me and i realized,&lt;br /&gt;that you were an island and i passed you by,&lt;br /&gt;you were an island to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on in,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta tell you what state i'm in,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,&lt;br /&gt;that i started looking for a warning sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i miss you so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and i'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;i should not have let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i crawl back into your open arms.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i crawl back into your open arms.&lt;br /&gt;and i crawl back into your open arms.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i crawl back into your open arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-5716034108425837556?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/5716034108425837556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=5716034108425837556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5716034108425837556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/5716034108425837556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/04/warning-sign.html' title='a warning sign'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4554973108230901506</id><published>2007-03-21T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:42:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s.e.l.f.i.s.h</title><content type='html'>all my post are ridiculously self-endulged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday night i met two girls...it was not an accident i met these girls either. they broke my heart. i felt like i was sitting in front of me just 5 months ago...its really had a heavy affect on me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to help them. i want to tell them how badly im still fighting and slowly recovering from the very actions they are doing NOW, but its just going in one ear and out the other. i thought this was my strength...this was suppose to be simple; see girls do what i did and then tell them "YOU DONT WANT TO BE LIKE ME, LET ME HELP YOU PLEASE" then they change! its not working out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, im not doing anything for them. i don't want to see or hear anymore stories about sex or heartbreak, relationships and see these kids stay in that. i want to just build this HUGE house where they can all live with me and know THEY MATTER and the decisions they are making now MATTER so make the right ones!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had people tell me that but that's all they did.i want to be more than a voice in their life. i want to be support and invested trust for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been pretty emotional and rather disoriented this past week..not sure where its coming from but its definitely clouding my vision for "the big scheme of things" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to defeat these thoughts, but thats b/c i have been trying to do it on my own...andi just realized it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all "...heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4554973108230901506?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4554973108230901506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4554973108230901506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4554973108230901506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4554973108230901506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/03/selfish.html' title='s.e.l.f.i.s.h'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-6250429920195583388</id><published>2007-03-21T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:13:21.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Patrol'/><title type='text'>"Make This Go On Forever"</title><content type='html'>please don't let this turn into something it's not&lt;br /&gt;i can only give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;i can't be as sorry as you think I should&lt;br /&gt;but i still love you more than anyone else could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i keep thinking throughout this whole flight&lt;br /&gt;is it could take my whole damn life to make this right&lt;br /&gt;this splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long&lt;br /&gt;because I know fine well that what I did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;first kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;the weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;the final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have got through so much worse than this before&lt;br /&gt;what's so different this time that you can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;you say it is much more than just my last mistake&lt;br /&gt;and we should spend some time apart for both our sakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;first kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;the weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;the final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;first kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;the weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;the final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know where to look&lt;br /&gt;my words just break and melt&lt;br /&gt;please just save me from this darkness &lt;br /&gt;please just save me from this darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-6250429920195583388?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/6250429920195583388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=6250429920195583388' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>i'm still trying too hard for approval. i know God will get me through this obsession for approval but man this is ridiculous. i don't want to feel this way and He knows i don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on facebook, i think i should just not get on it anymore. when old friends pop up out of nowhere and leave messages or postings of things i did or use to do...i don't know how to take it. &lt;br /&gt;i have this battle...initial thoughts are: GOD PLEASE DON'T LET GCC PEOPLE SEE THIS!!! i am so afraid they see things and it hurts my "status" of working towards getting their approval. &lt;br /&gt;THEN i think that's not me now, but then it was frikin' fun...then it turns into i miss those days. &lt;br /&gt;NO I DON'T! i don't miss feeling worthless EVERYDAY. my friends were there to hug me when i cried or lend a Kleenex to my tear...some words of encouragement or advice, but that's not what we should have been doing. i should have just gotten over it and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;i STILL should just be getting over it and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that kid still pops in my head. at least everyday...he for some reasons hates me, he acts like i'm the most annoying thing, i bet he hasn't thought of me since we last talked. why should i care? in my heart i KNOW he isn't the one for me. shoot i just know we weren't soul mates...naturally. it would have basically taken God to really intervene in both of our lives. this is NOT to be confused with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WANTING&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to change each other for the better. which is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been like 4 months since i left and he completely cut me out of his life. we have communicated once and it made me hate him...and miss him terribly. there are so many things about him i didn't like, but at the end of the night i went to bed thinking there is something different about him. he wasn't tommy thats for sure but it was deeper than that. he cared about me and he wanted to make me happy. OF COURSE HE DID...EVERYONE says that, right? the difference between most girls saying that and me saying that is he SHOWED me. his actions let me know he cared about me. as much as i liked him..i cant lie i loved him. not IN LOVE but the closest ill be to love for awhile...let's say care - as much as i cared about him i can't keep denying the inevitable; his heart and my heart were pointing in different directions. we were living the same lives, sharing the same life, goals, morals, desires, music interests, romantic ideas...but not God. Not enough of God to keep us together and sincerely enjoy our relationship the way it could have potentially been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice that entire paragraph is in past tense. i think what i miss most is just sharing the still quiet moments in life with someone who frikin CARED! ya know, just lying there and making the world stop for just a moment; by holding each other or touching my hand to let me know he is with me and wouldn't want to be anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that back in my life, but if i keep focusing ALL my attention and energy on God, there is NO DOUBT in my mind body spirit soul!!! ahah that He will provide that for me times 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel those feelings but with someone who loves God and His will, THEN me. then we will share the same &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is so much better than sharing a lifestyle not pursuing God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEELL this blog was initially suppose to be about my struggle with the past trying to tell me i don't matter, but you see i took another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good to get those thoughts and feelings out of my head, help to again remember that God has my life. WHO BETTER TO HAVE IT THAN HIM!?!? :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-3742205677129711798?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/3742205677129711798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=3742205677129711798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3742205677129711798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3742205677129711798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-run-away-from-your-past-but-its.html' title='`frayed'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-3593645974248329431</id><published>2007-03-13T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:07:24.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another wake up call'/><title type='text'>the "others"</title><content type='html'>for the past two weeks all i have heard is LOVE others, care for others, serve others...a.k.a. MEXICO! yello!!it couldnt get any clearer. if God is trying to show me something other than mexico i hope i dont miss it because i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i know what God wants for me. truth is...i want mexico more than anything. i cant imagine a week, a full entire week of serving the Lord 24/7. my heart is beating for that kind of fulfillment! knowing that my day was spent serving God and his people. doing something other than watching tv after working at a computer all day.; to actually dive in and get my hands into the work God needs done- mexico or benton harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just turning pages to get to the very end of my Bible and stumbled upon 1 Corinthians 1 (whole chapter). and then mark beeson has done nothing but speak of helping others, so has corey mann, and john. EVERYONE is getting a message, a word to HELP OTHERS &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEY MATTER TO GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love God and his faith in me. NO ONE, NOT ONE PERSON ON THIS WORLD BELIEVES IN ME more than Him... why shouldn't i love Him before all else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-3593645974248329431?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/3593645974248329431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=3593645974248329431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3593645974248329431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3593645974248329431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/03/others.html' title='the &quot;others&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-45875618343335196</id><published>2007-02-25T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:47:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.life. week.one</title><content type='html'>the last two weeks i have lost sight and well more so the spark i had once i got settled here....sad how fast that happens huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved here in nov/dec and im already fading away...well as of tonight i got another jump start. it seriously blows me away how selfish i can be and how unaapriciative of God i can be. look at all He has done so far...how many nights He has been my comfort in a time of sincere brokeness yet i still have the thoughts i did last week...it always brings me back to my knees in humility but brings such a burn and desire to be better for Him. i have been playing with the idea of attending Bethel in the fall. now to an outsider looking in with no faith...its pretty much ridiculous to even consider this, given my past and current financial standing; however, my intentions to do this very thing is for the sole purpose of being closer to GOD; to really dig into His word and find a better calling as his servent! AWWWWWWK im getting all pumped up again! i wanna go take laps around the apartment complex hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the light that startedme back up again...right!! tonight at church was the launch of our new series aka the MY LIFE series. tis the first week of five and im already on fire and ready to dive into soooooo much. it didnt confirm a "set-in-stone" answer to my bethel thought, BUT it hasnt shut any doors that would cease the journey in exploring that possiblity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ! I AM SOO THANKFUL for MARK BEESON and his wife. their vision and integrity!! man o man...and i get to be apart of it. i wanna be apart of it. i want to put all my energy into MC3 and kids who really need to know " HEY YOU MATTER...NOT JUST TO ME BUT GOD!" can you imagine hearing that for the first time? how much impact that could have on a young childs heart?...how much God could use them once they know the REAL DEAL with GOD?!?!?! and how AMAZINGLY WONDERFUL His unconditonal love is???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah while you are in awe of that possibility...i have more thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see what the next few years have in store for GOD and myself!!! and WHOEVER ELSE HE WANTS IN IT! im sooo thankful HE reignited (i do believe thats a word but its sooo late OH WELL I DONT CARE) my spark ...ITS NOT EVEN A SPARK its like a HUUUUGE BONFIRE you can see from miles away at least i hope so! thats what i want to happen. i want to be a GINORMOUS LIGHT that shines soo bright people see it right away but dont SEE ME they see GOD'S LOVE!!! MAN i have never expressed these feelings before...it's sooo flippin' exciting!!! I LOVE GOD AND HIS LOVELY SON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, thank you so much for much your never ending love and your amazing grace that i experience everyday! you are becoming the love of life and i pray you continue to give me that strength and desire to pursue you and YOUR will not mine! you are so wonderful. thank you for wht you are doing in Debbies life thank you for being with her; for loving her NO MATTER WHAT! you are all powerful andd i am NOTHING with out you! I LOVE YOU and YOUR SON. YOU have both LOVED ME THOUGH I HAVE HURT YOU!!!! AND IT JUST BLOWS ME AWAY!!! I KNOW YOUR LOVE WILL NEVER CHANGE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU OH SO MUCH !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-45875618343335196?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/45875618343335196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=45875618343335196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/45875618343335196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/45875618343335196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/mylife-weekone.html' title='my.life. week.one'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-9120813829357694819</id><published>2007-02-21T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:49:03.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Assignment...based off a picture</title><content type='html'>BAGGAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I figured about 18 hours round trip. We’ll be back in time for the track meet tomorrow morning. No one will ever know.”&lt;br /&gt;His voice was like a checkmark on a “to do” list. Did he really think it was that simple? I numbly watched the rain across the street, thinking how all those oily puddles, the soggy cigarette butts floating into the gutters-it all began with just one drop. My mind went in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t I look pretty, daddy?” I asked twirling in my new yellow Easter dress, the ribbons tickling my wrists. Mom’s wet hands ushered me from the room. She smelled like lemons.&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy’s busy, honey.” She took a step back, dishtowel to her hip, and gasped. ”You look beautiful, sweetie! Pigtails?” She scooped me up to the stool in front of the bathroom mirror. I could hear dad pick up his keys … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, too far back. I thought. &lt;br /&gt;“That’s ours. Let’s go.” I flinched. “Sarah!”&lt;br /&gt;I jumped like a bee sting. “Coming, sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;I watched him walk ahead of me. Months of walking behind him to the next class, the next game, the next party. I grinded my teeth. He should have worn a belt. &lt;br /&gt;Why should his walk be any different today? I thought. But there was a time when he walked beside me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey, beautiful.” It was my second day of school, and I looked around to see who he was talking to. He sniffed. One corner of his mouth lifted. My stomach devoured itself. “You new here?”&lt;br /&gt; I coughed to catch my breath. Two days was enough time to hear about Josh Bracken-basketball and track star, all-state running back, and legend of the social scene. &lt;br /&gt; “Uh, yeah, I just moved here from . . .”  I tucked my hair behind my ears and swallowed the rising iceball.&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, I know. Walk you to class?” His arm slung over my shoulder like a sandbag. I had to alter my stride to match his, but it felt like we were flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey! Where are you today?” He commanded my attention. I didn’t even remember getting on the bus and sitting down. I watched the rain on the window zig zag down like a pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt; “I just remembered I forgot to do my Spanish homework.” I lied. &lt;br /&gt; “Just copy off somebody in homeroom. No one will ever know.” It was the second time he’d said it, and it sounded even more ridiculous than the first. He rubbed his pant leg with the heel of his hand. The scabs on his knuckles were starting to peel, and my mind flashed back to that night--the look in his eyes right before I ducked, the look right after. . . &lt;br /&gt; He caught me staring at him. “Look, I know you’re nervous. It’s going to be okay.”&lt;br /&gt; “I know.” Another lie.&lt;br /&gt; “At least this will all be behind us. No one will ever know.”&lt;br /&gt; I knew if he said it one more time, I would snap. I tried to change the subject. “How’s the knee? Ready for tomorrow?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since he was his own favorite topic, I knew I’d bought some time to myself. I switched to autopilot and went inside my head again. &lt;br /&gt;How did I get here? When did I resign myself to this balloon existence-- just floating from place to place or person to person?  How did the little girl and her dancing ribbons turn into a seventeen year old liar who could hide a steak from a bloodhound? &lt;br /&gt; I opened my purse and pretended to check my cell phone, but I glanced at the ultrasound picture underneath it. &lt;br /&gt;I want my mom. I thought. It’s amazing how a few secrets stacked up can make such a thick wall between two people. I missed the pigtail days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is it. Get your stuff.” He snapped his fingers. His bag was half the size of mine. I stumbled off the bus trying to balance my purse, backpack, jacket, and bag. This was the same guy who six weeks ago wouldn’t let me carry my notebook to Chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;“Sarah! C’mon!” I caught up to him near the elevators. He smiled, another checkmark on his list. The doors opened. He stepped into the elevator; I followed.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a ding! and my mother’s voice as the doors started to close. As the doors narrowed and his smile widened, it felt like someone was strangling me. I jumped back on to the tile with a squeak.&lt;br /&gt;I heard him yelling and fists pounding as the elevator ascended.&lt;br /&gt;The baggage felt lighter as I ran out of the building to a café across the street. I took out my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;“Mom? It’s Sarah.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-9120813829357694819?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/9120813829357694819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=9120813829357694819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9120813829357694819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/9120813829357694819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/writing-assignmentbased-of-picture.html' title='Writing Assignment...based off a picture'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-8955031069127441204</id><published>2007-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:31:49.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the what...</title><content type='html'>I should have posted this two days ago but imagine that...i got too busy. something else i have seriously got to work on- my time management.&lt;br /&gt;well this week has been hard for me. i dont know why and i still cant quite put my finger on it. i basically feel like i have been lying to myself the whole time i have been here. i felt like i was making improvements and that i have been growing with the baby steps ive been taking but then i realized that i havent really changed much. i still have this unhealthy desire for a relationship with a guy, beginning to die down at work (my killer 2 month dedication issue), stuck on him...not saving ANY MONEY wasting it on clothes! and i still havent read the Bible like i said i would. i don't know how to fix any of these problems. i know what i can do the problem is doing them all. i sound like such a baby, i know.&lt;br /&gt;ive been crying at night when i drive home to work - it's beautiful, the snow glistening at night on the trees and on the ground - being completely honest and me before God and His very creation saying that very same thing..."I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS!! WHAT DO I DO??"&lt;br /&gt;my family is is currently going through some different situations right now BUT if you step back and think about it...we aren't that bad off. things could be so much terribly worse. i dont know how to help my family look at it that way though. my brothers are buried in a cave, we (family) have all the equipment to get them out but they just don't want to move. they think 1.look at all the hassle im putting on my family just for me, i dont need them to worry about me i'll get out eventually. really though, their eventually is never. they wont just trust God. the younger of the two has saved me. he has taken me in and helped me restore my love for God, given some of the greatest edvice i have ever heard, yet he does nothing with it for his life. i want to just shake him. he wont listen to any of us. the other one hasnt given God a second thought in years. i am more worrried for him than anyone. then my nephews...those poor little guys; mom is in jail, we have no idea when she is getting out and my mother (their gma) is taking care of them. She is 60 looking after her mom (86) who has enough health issues to depress anyone. OH and how do i not dwell on my own selfish thoughts of my family and all that jazz when i know the world is hurting with the same problems if not worse?!?!? i dont know how to fix me and other people. &lt;br /&gt;what do i want then?&lt;br /&gt;to be in love with God. to be in this open conversational relationship. to see God as more than a huuuuge grace and wish maker. i want to read His word.learn more about Him and His will for others and ME for Him. I want to talk with Him about my day, to tell Him the good NOT just the bad. what kind of a person wants to only be recognized when something negative is going on...its wrong. its undeserving. &lt;br /&gt;im feeling very moved to read the message remix and see what God reveals to me. i'll leave on this note (or song i should say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Will Never Change, Dave Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me there’s songs reserved for angels&lt;br /&gt;Would you sing me one, a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove your love? &lt;br /&gt;They tell me you’ve given poor men kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;And handed guilty freedom&lt;br /&gt;And taken on their stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me that you dwell with good and evil&lt;br /&gt;In alleys and cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and the light&lt;br /&gt;And you know they tell me that you hold the world together&lt;br /&gt;Not from guilt, but pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And you somehow know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me there’s nothing that you can’t do&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll love me though I’ve hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And that you’ll take my blame&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-8955031069127441204?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/8955031069127441204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=8955031069127441204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8955031069127441204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/8955031069127441204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/what.html' title='the what...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-4919940942975409609</id><published>2007-02-14T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:24:28.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you run away from your past but it&apos;s following you - the fray'/><title type='text'>dave barnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;most people haven't heard of this character dave barnes and that's unfortunate; however, i have and i'm going to share my wonderful discovery on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love music. yes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e v e r y o n e&lt;/span&gt; says this in their about me, interest, favorite music, etc and how life would be purposeless without it..or the infamous "MY LIFE IS MUSIC" (yup- that line  is in my myspace and facebook profile) but what does that mean?...seriously! i don't know where i'm going with this thought but i guess my next "ponder" is how many of those people REALLY do love music that much...AND the one that question i really want to know is are they musically inclined somehow? do they sing, guitar, drums, piano?? i mean how did music become such a passion for everyone else...hidden talent i tell ya its everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im listening to dave barnes right? well here are my feelings, the thoughts that consume so much of my energy that's mostly really unnecessary...another thing i'm working on! anyway these lyrics perfectly express my pre- mishawaka move and the day of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; until you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;(first verse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;let's just take our time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;what better way to spend the night&lt;br /&gt;than wasted here with you&lt;br /&gt;the moon has won the war&lt;br /&gt;the daylight waits to win&lt;br /&gt;stay here by my side&lt;br /&gt;this will start again&lt;br /&gt;-dave barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the L.A. song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drives down on sunset with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;just so she can let it in&lt;br /&gt;she knows he's far-gone now, but there still are pieces&lt;br /&gt;pieces there still left of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he uses love like a bullet from a gun&lt;br /&gt;she's careful like a surgeon&lt;br /&gt;everywhere he goes they all know to run&lt;br /&gt;but she can't help but love him&lt;br /&gt;love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a picture sitting by her bed&lt;br /&gt;her reflection in his face&lt;br /&gt;she has been meaning, meaning to move it&lt;br /&gt;but it's always been his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he uses love like a bullet from a gun&lt;br /&gt;she's careful like a surgeon&lt;br /&gt;everywhere he goes they all know to run&lt;br /&gt;but she can't help but love him&lt;br /&gt;love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;city of angels, everyone is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;4 am and she's awake&lt;br /&gt;she is moving, moving that picture&lt;br /&gt;someone else will fill that space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else will fill that space&lt;br /&gt;- dave barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something beautiful to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i wish i had something beautiful to say,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow silence takes that place.&lt;br /&gt;so it's done with you pressed up against my chest,&lt;br /&gt;i stay here, you head west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye is like moving a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;bust to see what's on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;but there i know you'll find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this city always seemed to break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you fought fierce but your friends always fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;dusk falls and you're halfway there by now,&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left is your lipstick on my brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye is like moving a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;just to see what's on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;but there i know you'll find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;-dave barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somehow saving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texas at twilight,&lt;br /&gt;you here on my mind.leaving gets harder,&lt;br /&gt;with the more i leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i can't have you,&lt;br /&gt;so i'll convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the hardest thing i've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;somehow saving you by moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memphis at midnight,&lt;br /&gt;hese nighlights fascinate.&lt;br /&gt;but cities and their skylines,&lt;br /&gt;can't keep you away.&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't need you,&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the hardest thing I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;somehow saving you by moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me i'll move on from this,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;and every bit of you that's still in me will all be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-dave barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay so after listening to more of dave :-p i decided to blog certain songs separately...these  will do just fine in this entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was out of pure selfishness, i justified posting it by telling myself i i don't desire that part in my life anymore...well at least in my heart i know it's not for me...i don't need to play guessing games, or put myself in position to fail... right now dating would be one of those. it's still hard, but i have realized lot of the time relationships tend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to confuse comfort with being in love. at least i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-4919940942975409609?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/4919940942975409609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=4919940942975409609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4919940942975409609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/4919940942975409609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dave-barnes.html' title='dave barnes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-7139799936580321316</id><published>2007-02-13T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:53:06.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully Broken'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Broken</title><content type='html'>Psalm 51&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1-3Generous in love—God, give grace! &lt;br /&gt;      Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record.&lt;br /&gt;   Scrub away my guilt,&lt;br /&gt;      soak out my sins in your laundry.&lt;br /&gt;   I know how bad I've been;&lt;br /&gt;      my sins are staring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4-6 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're the One I've violated, and you've seen&lt;br /&gt;      it all, seen the full extent of my evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You have all the facts before you;&lt;br /&gt;      whatever you decide about me is fair.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've been out of step with you for a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      in the wrong since before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;   What you're after is truth from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;      Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,&lt;br /&gt;      scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.&lt;br /&gt;   Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,&lt;br /&gt;      set these once-broken bones to dancing.&lt;br /&gt;   Don't look too close for blemishes,&lt;br /&gt;      give me a clean bill of health.&lt;br /&gt;   God, make a fresh start in me,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   Don't throw me out with the trash,&lt;br /&gt;      or fail to breathe holiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;   Bring me back from gray exile,&lt;br /&gt;      put a fresh wind in my sails!&lt;br /&gt;   Give me a job teaching rebels your ways&lt;br /&gt;      so the lost can find their way home.&lt;br /&gt;   Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,&lt;br /&gt;      and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.&lt;br /&gt;   Unbutton my lips, dear God;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll let loose with your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16-17 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Going through the motions doesn't please you,&lt;br /&gt;      a flawless performance is nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;   I learned God-worship&lt;br /&gt;      when my pride was shattered.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heart-shattered lives ready for love&lt;br /&gt;      don't for a moment escape God's notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-7139799936580321316?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/7139799936580321316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=7139799936580321316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7139799936580321316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/7139799936580321316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautifully-broken.html' title='Beautifully Broken'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528895420758085051.post-3710854279127976149</id><published>2007-02-11T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:19:17.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him vs him'/><title type='text'>Reflections in the Saturn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was driving to work the other morning and it came over me that I will work at my faith everyday. I felt comfort in that. I will always have something to work on for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at Lifeline, a lot of things Corey said really related to me. He talked about relationships in general, how much all of us want to be loved, accepted, cared for, and how much we desire someone to be our support our rock. Creating friendships are getting a little better, but I can't get past my "guy issue".&lt;br /&gt;I've given this problem to God so many times; completely broken in front of Him, no show just me and Him. I am constantly struggling with my past.  Not anger or bitterness anymore, but I am still recovering... I can see it in my actions day to day.&lt;br /&gt;The question I deal with more often than any other is "God, why can't I just be with the man I am going to marry? Why can't you send any guy after You  my way so we can be together serving You?"  I know in my heart God doesn't want to see me be hurt or suffer anymore heartache. He and I both know also that I can't afford to give all of me to another guy when the ONLY person I NEED to give all of me to is God. Once  I do that I know He will open doors and give my heart peace, but the challenge for me is not understanding why it seems I can't just experience Him with the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to be for God and with each day I see baby steps that I have been taking, but when I have thoughts like this...it makes me wonder if it's all for nothing. If  I take these steps toward God, yet my heart still desires to have that relationship with a guy, how am I ever going to be strong or be in love with God so much I won't focus on the acceptance of anyone but God?&lt;br /&gt;I want so deeply to be at one with God that when my husband finally does come along he sees I CAN be his support and I will take second to God. I want my husband to know when he look s at me that I am a woman of God, I love him, and I will be by his side through it all. More than anything however, I want God to be pleased in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;I always come back to this thought...God has seen the pain and bruises I have had physically and mentally from past relationships. He has also seen how much of my heart I give away and it has to hurt Him to see me desire a relationship with another guy almost more than I do with Him. I seek for male approval more than I seek God's will some days.  I've cried out to God countless times begging Him to take the pain away to get me out of the situations I had put myself in, and now that He has  helped deliver me from those moments in my life...&lt;br /&gt;He is the ONLY one who truly knows the condition of my heart and how much suffering it went through, so some times I feel like He knows the next guy that takes interest in me needs to be the one... I have never been good at the dating game and I just want to be with my husband and start life with him in God. He knows this. I need to take this time to prepare myself for my husband when I do meet him.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that God works in mysterious ways. Just because I say I need to be single right now and block guys doesn't mean it's Gods will, it simply means I'm trying to figure things out on my own which is not what GOd wants us to do. He wants us to rely on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me find You this week. I know if I continue to seek You, not an answer, Your will will be done for me. Thank you so much for all you have done in these past 3 months. I have found so much through You already. I can't believe what you have shown me and blessed me with in such short time. I can't wait to learn more and  go through this journey of life finding you and falling in love with you. Be with me as I face these trials of selfish wants and desires Lord. For Your will be done not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528895420758085051-3710854279127976149?l=bakersarahe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/feeds/3710854279127976149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528895420758085051&amp;postID=3710854279127976149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3710854279127976149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528895420758085051/posts/default/3710854279127976149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakersarahe.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-driving-to-work-other-morning-and.html' title='Reflections in the Saturn'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13108977771242120873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kw2Oz0aQL1M/SLoln7DT_PI/AAAAAAAAACI/rxlikidZCb8/S220/sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
