<?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-3401821430221019469</id><updated>2011-11-24T16:54:43.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫</title><subtitle type='html'>"I was so foolish and ignorant—
I must have seemed like a senseless animal to you.
&lt;br&gt;
Yet I still belong to you;
you hold my right hand."
-psalm 73</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2111543960945360872</id><published>2011-06-08T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:54:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what He saw.</title><content type='html'>“What was” A man Righteous in the sight of God, condemned by the men He was destined to save. Crucified by the ones He loved beaten by the ones He held. Cursed by the ones He forgave. “What I saw” It was my pride that pressed the crown of thorns into His brow. My transgression held the hammer that pounded in the nails, my anger that held the whip tightly between my fingers. “What was” It was my sin that He bled for, my sin that He carried the cross to the hill on Calvary, my sin. “What He did” He uttered not one curse, He breathed not one breath of anger. For my every grin and sneer was a tear He cried. His lips last utterance was forgiveness and love. And there I stood before the cross cursing Him with all my sin. But that’s not “what He saw” He saw a man before a cross, on his knees with his face to the ground. He saw not a hammer in my hand but the living word of God, He saw not the whip between my fingers but the laying on of hands for the sick, He saw not pride pressing in the crown of thorns but humility pressing for the crown of His sufferings, He saw not a man cursing in sin, but a man praising in righteousness made whole and standing before and empty cross for the Savior had risen! What we saw and what was are stark differences. He saw what was, because He saw what the Father saw. He lived in faith, not believed in it, but lived in it. He saw the evidence of things unseen. We could not see, for we did not have faith, not even of a mustard seed. He saw it and His tears were also the rejoicing of His sufferings and the reward of His promises! Why do you think He said, when I come back… Will I find faith? Will He?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2111543960945360872?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2111543960945360872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2111543960945360872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2111543960945360872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2111543960945360872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-he-saw.html' title='what He saw.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8684385021237418626</id><published>2011-05-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:32:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot try the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did I make it that easy to walk&lt;br /&gt;Right in and out of my life?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8684385021237418626?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8684385021237418626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8684385021237418626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8684385021237418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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www.bandmonkey08.wordpress.com  i may copy some posts here, but for the most part that is where i will be posting. thanks for all those who read along, if there are even any of you left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is a good title to my blog post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chopped my hair off. like...REALLY off. it's extremely short, not like buzz cut but it's definitely shorter that i have ever gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is exactly what i wanted. i contemplated going even shorter than this. didn't do it thought. everyone keeps asking for pictures but i don't currently have any sorry.  i mean i took a few but i don't think any turned out really, plus it's almost 11 and plus my hair is really curly since i showered. i hate that it does that. why can't it just lay flat or be in ringlets? why this messed-up, i'll-do-what-i-want-to business? anyway, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes! yes. oh and lowering of expectations, which is included in the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might ask what expectations i'm lowering and i will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first moved here i was excited to meet new people, excited to have new friends to hang out with and enjoy life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was excited to stop being such a flippin introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ideals have proved to be completely inaccurate of how things really are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only 3 people that i've hung out with, 2 of them being friends that i had before i moved here and the other one? oh in a few weeks she moves back home to Canada, i'll probably never see her again. strike one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all just really makes me curious...what makes me such an outcast? do i give off a weird vibe to people? am i awkward? is there something i'm supposed to DO that i've not DONE? i don't know. but today i made some changes to me. my hair is gone, and i bought a sketch book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me some utensils, my sketchbook and my notebook, a warm slightly breezy day by the lake filled with sunshine and my ipod, and i am perfectly content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely perhaps, but it's what i'm going to have to get used to. i've determined you see, to get better at writing and get better at art since i suck at both.  considering i don't hang out with anyone or really know anyone and i don't work THAT much, i do believe i will have tons of plenty of time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to becoming better at being alone. huzzah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-833711425453595089?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/833711425453595089/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you still follow along! :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2227964266892690733?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2227964266892690733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2227964266892690733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2227964266892690733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2227964266892690733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Hillsong plays on, the seagulls are swooping and the seagulls are rising with the wind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waters today are steady, so calm it's nearly intimidating.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every now &amp;amp; then a few droplets of water spatter across my windshield.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gazing at the beach and the slight crashing of the waves, I can't help but dream such romantic ideas:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...a group of people who have been touched by God, gathered around a single guitar player,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;just freely worshipping, lifting praises to the King, raising their voices high beyond the ceiling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;of clouds above them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...walking along a beach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;one guy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;one girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;laughter. getting to know each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;chasing seagulls. chasing dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...a bonfire mere feet from the lapping of gentle waves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;joyful faces lit by the yellow-orange glow of the flames,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a grin on every face, simply enjoying each others company.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...sheets of rain, creating one giant muddy sandbox.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;two friends laughing, shouting and jumping in the puddles,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;not a care in the world other than this moment, right here, right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait for summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-7989131861451811817?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/7989131861451811817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=7989131861451811817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7989131861451811817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7989131861451811817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-soul-will-dance-with-you_28.html' title='my soul will dance with You.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2393413295480492657</id><published>2011-04-25T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:44:57.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love.</title><content type='html'>this song has been on my mind all day...and i've been thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Vbg2dpX-EY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not a coincidence that i've always been more drawn to the Kenosha congregation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not a coincidence that the teaching series there currently is the love of God, something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i have questioned and struggled with for a very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where have i ended up living? 2 blocks from the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who prayed with me to receive the Holy Spirit? one of the elders from LLCC-K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of this has just hit me recently, revelation or call it what you like, but i put it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together for the first time. and well, lately i've been questioning whether Kenosha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is right for me and i have deduced that currently and in this season, it is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, spring is TOTALLY here, the temperature is rising and i'm just getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more and more thrilled for warm weather. thrilled to spend hours by the lake, thrilled to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be OUTSIDE again in the glorious sunshine, and the rain too. thrilled to get to know more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people and do more things. there is hope and happiness in the near future and i am excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my spirit is stirring. something is going to happen soon, something significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't currently know what it might be, but i am pressing into God and as of now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just speaking to me to ground myself in the Word more and more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get to know people, form RELATIONSHIPS, something i tend to not do, i tend to be socially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awkward and also i tend to seek solitude rather than be with people. i don't want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like that forever though, i want to be a relational being. that's how i was created afterall:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what i think the BEST part of lately is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the colors and life that are sprouting up everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every morning when i get up, i look out the kitchen window and rain or shine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see squirrels chasing each other, digging for treasures and scampering after each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i notice the subtle changes in the earth and plants around me, one day its slightly green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next day flowers have burst into life, as if only so i can see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never realised how much i missed colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2393413295480492657?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2393413295480492657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2393413295480492657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2393413295480492657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2393413295480492657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-love.html' title='Your love.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Vbg2dpX-EY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8896238324589438733</id><published>2011-04-20T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:04:49.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting...something.</title><content type='html'>to everyone who reads along with my posts, i'm sure you can tell that by the title of this post, it's not been an easy ride to living in Kenosha. now, please do not mistake me. i am 100% here because of God, but it has not been easy for me. i knew it wouldn't be though. growing and stretching, dying to yourself are never easy. they are always hard for a reason, the pain makes it worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been beautiful but very hard at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that God's hand has been in bringing me here, every single part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes the hard parts bearable, it makes it easier to know that when i'm crying out that He hears me, He's holding me, He's just plain there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adjusting to a new way of life, new work environments, new relationships with people, that stuff hasn't been the hard part. it becomes a routine after awhile you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hate... certain things. things that are even hard to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate that the people i care about here most, i rarely see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate that it's nearly been a month that i've been here and still i barely know anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate that it's still nasty weather (ok that one i'll just suck up and deal with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mostly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate that something is not okay and i feel like i'm screaming but no one is hearing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not a person to ever say that something is wrong, i just deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know who to turn to anymore, everything is so complicated and really people are busy so i don't have anyone to talk to.  i just keep hoping and praying that i stop having nights like my birthday, because let's face it, crying until you can't anymore just sucks and exhausts a person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to sleep now. work tomorrow, then hopefully getting to see Lyssa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe even homegroup if i can force myself to be around people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8896238324589438733?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8896238324589438733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8896238324589438733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8896238324589438733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8896238324589438733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/04/fightingsomething.html' title='fighting...something.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2801364909363241725</id><published>2011-04-12T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:27:55.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering.</title><content type='html'>"i can see you as you're falling on your knees,&lt;div&gt;you're not invisible to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying to remember this tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to remember that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to make myself believe the truth of these words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='remembering.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2538661064316319178</id><published>2011-04-10T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:09:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women's worship night.</title><content type='html'>ok this is very brief and not detailed really but at LLCC-Kenosha there was a women's worship&lt;div&gt;night. teresa was leading and it was just amazing. no words to describe except that God was soooo tangibly there. it was just beautiful how all of us sisters got to come together and be in the presence of our Father. the words brought and the songs brought were all so perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was significant for me (this night i mean) because it was the first time i've ever brought a word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first everyone was bringing words about water and going deeper with the Lord and i'm like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh...fire? haha. but i was obedient and brought it, i wasn't afraid, just a little unsure of what to do, so i approached maggie and she encouraged me to talk to teresa about it so i did and teresa was like YES! and so i went up front and 2 other people after me TOTALLY affirmed it. it was pretty much amazing for me and it was interesting too because i wasn't afraid even though i knew less than 5 people in the room, i didn't have any fear. that was totally awesome and of God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, another thing, maggie sang a song in a tongue and while she was singing, i just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started CRYING because i knew what she was saying.  an exact translation? no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the meaning? yes. it was about love and it was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and it's my birthday now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in 7 hours i'm getting up for church. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best wayyy to start my birthday! with Jesus! woohoo!! :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2538661064316319178?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2538661064316319178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2538661064316319178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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days ago i did a photoshoot with the epic, the amazing Cara :)&lt;div&gt;i have a few shots here from that. these are my favooooorites from the shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following the photos is a graphic i recently finished that i am in LOVE with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's got a lyric from the song "where the love lasts forever" by hillsong united&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i've fallen in love with recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/7bf90df0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2d34bbd3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/ffe186bf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/ec9777de.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/f32f6430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/73c91e50.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/b1636bc8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/00b132e0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-6298427781255926772?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/6298427781255926772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=6298427781255926772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"So I throw my life upon all that You are,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I know You gave it all for me,&lt;br /&gt;And when all else fades,&lt;br /&gt;My soul will dance with You,&lt;br /&gt;Where the love lasts forever."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;-hillsong united.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-6919534412578343611?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/6919534412578343611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=6919534412578343611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/6919534412578343611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/6919534412578343611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-soul-will-dance-with-you.html' title='my soul will dance with you.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8355485297017996763</id><published>2011-04-04T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:40:41.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a vision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;teresa was bringing a song about soaring with God, soaring high to the heights of His love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and soaring low to the depths of His heart. well i've never had such a vivid vision before like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this and certainly not during worship so this was pretty cool for me. anywhere, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;My vision was of someone flying high with God bit being hesitant about things and they were just above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the two soared past a huge fluffy white cloud and looking down there was the deepest valley and shadows and darkness below and the one soaring with God became afraid and started to become insecure in their trust and faith and they started to sink lower now just below the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;The enemy was below and he saw this fear rise up and he began shooting his fiery arrows at the Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;However the Lord stretched out a strong arm and said "do not be afraid"&lt;br /&gt;as the arrows began to fly upward and the Beloved cringed, the Lord shielded His Beloved. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter which direction the arrows came from, He was there taking the darts and it was a joy to Him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;A JOY to protect and keep safe the one He loves, the one He longs for. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8355485297017996763?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8355485297017996763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-4791155720076655338</id><published>2011-03-29T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:16:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upset.</title><content type='html'>i haven't even been gone a full week and what happens?&lt;div&gt;my sister informs me that my mom is going through my closet where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a few things yet that i didn't get to, and throwing everything away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she comes across. not only that but she is going to be taking my posters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down off of my walls and repainting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked her to not touch my posters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is the only thing i asked her not to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO DISRESPECTED BY MY FAMILY!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my posters and pictures remind me of beautiful times in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if ANY of them get ruined i will be seriously upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told my sister if they touch my posters i will not come home ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am completely serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-4791155720076655338?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/4791155720076655338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=4791155720076655338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4791155720076655338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4791155720076655338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/03/upset.html' title='upset.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-4545250027019960501</id><published>2011-03-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:08:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it.</title><content type='html'>it's midnight.&lt;div&gt;i should be sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead? i'm dreaming about tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow is my first day living in kenosha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not yet know where i will be actually LIVING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but some very gracious people are allowing me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the very least stay short-term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am in love with my Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. so. SO. faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-4545250027019960501?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/4545250027019960501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=4545250027019960501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4545250027019960501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4545250027019960501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-it.html' title='this is it.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-7226011672463968041</id><published>2011-03-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:29:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peace. be still.</title><content type='html'>why is it that i always expect God to follow my own timetable?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just this week for example, i've not known and not known, and not known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i will be living yet when i get to kenosha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God spoke to me about it, and i just kept doubting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the place I will put you will be short-term, but it has purpose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayyy... and where might that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk to Ian. talk to Kal. talk to Beth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk to Cara. talk to Heidi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still nothing, no ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay God, any day now would be great."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;be patient. I need you to trust Me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i trust you... i do. now just let me know where i'm living please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my distrust and lack of faith, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was silent for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart aching, i searched and hungered to hear Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would dive into verse after verse of Scripture, seeking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guidance, reassurance, anything to quiet my anxious thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"this isn't going to work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm not going to have a place on time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what am i going to do THEN??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then in the midst of it all, when least i expected it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace. Be still.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up the next morning and it would be the same thing all over again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet still, those very same words would echo in my mind, and in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the deep recesses of my soul, they would resound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stillness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i would drop everything i was doing and cleaning and packing didn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that moment, i was to respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grab my Bible, maybe put on some soft worship music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes speak, but mostly, listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be comforted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;building trust in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up this morning like i used to wake up from nightmares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gasping for breath and feeling like the carpet had been yanked out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from under my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's that feeling i used to get on my days off, like i was late for work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or had missed some important thing and ruined everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anxiety i guess you could call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it came back strong and i was NOT happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i drove to town to run some errands, my heart just would NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quiet down and my mind was racing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i voiced my thoughts to a friend in a text and her reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hit me really hard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;uh, don't worry about it? hun you HAVE to let go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;trust Him with a faith that says, You HAVE to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;through for me because You HAVE to, because i'm trusting You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow she's so right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i was reminded of a quote from a House episode that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still love but am only starting to understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you have the choice, either faith or fear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realized that was SO TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had been choosing to be afraid of the unknown instead of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believing it was completely known by God and i was safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i stood up, grabbed my phone and attempted for a fourth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to contact the person i believe i will be living with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time she answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and though we were only able to chat briefly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since she had class, i know everything will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be okay. it's going to be allllllright =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what faith can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/c0e1b6f1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-7226011672463968041?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/7226011672463968041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=7226011672463968041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7226011672463968041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7226011672463968041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/03/peace-be-still.html' title='peace. be still.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3913840442184529224</id><published>2011-03-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:14:44.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and the cry of my heart is to bring You praise"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16295" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 7px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psalm 143&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16295" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; "&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;HEAR MY prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications! In Your faithfulness answer me, and in Your righteousness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16296" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;And enter not into judgment with Your servant, for in Your sight no man living is [in himself] righteous or justified.&lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="&amp;quot;#cen-AMP-16296A&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20143&amp;amp;version=AMP#cen-AMP-16296A" title="See cross-reference A"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16297" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;For the enemy has pursued and persecuted my soul, he has crushed my life down to the ground; he has made me to dwell in dark places as those who have been long dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16298" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed and faints within me [wrapped in gloom]; my heart within my bosom grows numb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16299" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I ponder the work of Your hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16300" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;I spread forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land [for water]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16301" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Answer me speedily, O Lord, for my spirit fails; hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit (the grave).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16302" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for on You do I lean and in You do I trust. Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk, for I lift up my inner self to You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16303" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies; I flee to You to hide me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16304" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; let Your good Spirit lead me into a level country and into the land of uprightness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16305" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;Save my life, O Lord, for Your name's sake; in Your righteousness, bring my life out of trouble and free me from distress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;    &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-16306" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;And in your mercy and loving-kindness, cut off my enemies and destroy all those who afflict my inner self, for I am Your servant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God gave me this tonight, to comfort me, and to remind me that i CAN rely on Him, though my family and friends and people i care about and care about me will fail, HE WILL NOT FAIL. He can't even THINK of failing!! how incredible is that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm thankful that i have friends who when i speak of worries or fears, they simply, but sternly tell me "go get into the Word. spend time with God"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i am SOO glad that i have those kinds of people in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my new family &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3913840442184529224?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3913840442184529224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=3913840442184529224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3913840442184529224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3913840442184529224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-cry-of-my-heart-is-to-bring-you.html' title='&quot;and the cry of my heart is to bring You praise&quot;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-5763745002757875575</id><published>2011-03-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:36:51.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crunch time.</title><content type='html'>one week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is how long i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move, get settled and be ready to start my new jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plenty of time, no problems, it'll be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still don't know where i'm living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been in pretty much constant panic &amp;amp; worry mode lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my stress level has been so high that i'm not eating or sleeping normally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to focus on something is almost impossible. the ONLY way i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been making it through without total meltdowns is music. (however&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that does not include the numerous mini breakdowns i've had...and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those are happening at least twice a day. at least.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what song were they playing on the sound system in church this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God Is In Control" by Twila Paris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song from when i was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah okay the words are great and sure i believe them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i feel so helpless right now. in one week i have to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new job and as of right now i don't know where i'm living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really easy for me to give into the fears that keep coming cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, with this short of time, i hardly believe it possible. i mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly who is going to agree to let me live with them and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me move in within one week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5763745002757875575?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/5763745002757875575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=5763745002757875575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5763745002757875575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5763745002757875575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/03/crunch-time.html' title='crunch time.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2721057203291477807</id><published>2011-03-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:38:47.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"overwhelmed i say goodbye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"welcome back my innocence,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;how i have so longed to see your face again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;overwhelmed i say goodbye,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;as the pages turn i say goodbye,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;passing by the end of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pages turn, memories burning away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;ashes celebrate,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're washing me, consuming me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i'm falling on Your sword,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're washing me, branding me with grace,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;innocence reborn"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-----------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my last week living at home. my last week working in the Dells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my last week of this season of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything is about to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February was an intense month for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life changed completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those of you who do not know what all went down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me recap it for you the best i can. (also let me state that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you wish to talk about it further or have questions, you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comment here or catch me on facebook, twitter or anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February. the beginning of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the state of my mind and body and soul was terrible at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in an extreme depression, often thinking suicidal thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for the first time ever, i began to battle intensely with anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to work was a fight for me, and just interacting with people drained me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much that a 5 hour shift would cause me to sleep for 14 hours and still feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired.  honestly i was not in a good place with my relationship with God, i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushing Him away, running from Him and just plain not accepting His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to anyone reading this you might say "well DUH there's your problem" to which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would reply, "well DUH i know" but when you are in the middle of depression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fully believing you deserve the pain and suffering you are dealing with, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the enemy has a strong grip on you because you let him, it's NOT that easy to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 5, 2011. The Rock and Worship Road Show in Madison, Wisconsin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lineup consisted of, MercyMe, Matt Maher, Anthem Lights, The Afters, and...surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;performers? Disciple. i had already planned on going to this because TFK and Jars of Clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were supposed to be there and perform but due to illness, both were not able to play that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Disciple was in the area and agreed to play one show on the tour. i was amazed that it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one show i went to. God was clearly starting something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shortly before the rock and worship road show, i had corresponded with Kevin Young about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something related to the band and promoting them for their tour etc. i had planned on going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a show in Ohio which ended up not working out, and because i was promoting that tour date,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was supposed to get free tickets to the show, well, since i wasn't going, i emailed Kevin, letting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him know that i would not be able to make it, thank you for the kindness of the free tickets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hope to catch you at a show sometime soon. purely business. well, i was completely shocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when his reply was "cool. thanks." and then he went on to ask about me. how was i doing, what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was going on in my life. he finished the message by saying i was special to him and for some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reason i had the hardest time with those words. i wasn't anything special, why did he say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did he say those things? didn't he have better things to do than waste time on a paragraph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an email to a fan? i replied, utterly confused by why he offered this kindness out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasn't used to that. people never wanted to know how i was REALLY...and he did? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually it ended up where i opened up to him and with such tenderness and kindness, he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;replied to my hurting and pain-filled words.  for the first time in ages, someone cared. that gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward back to the road show. i was a nervous wreck. i had been vulnerable and open with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him about darkness in my life. it was hard to do through email, and now i was going to see him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in person? talk about anxiety problems.  even though we hadn't been talking much, i was more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankful than she probably knows, that jen was with me. surrounded by that many people at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the show, if i would have been by myself, i would have had a melt down at that point in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of people, lots of activity and tons of noise of course. all of those things with an intense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anxiety problem? talk about a recipe for disaster. but...it didn't turn out that way. the bands all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;performed and jen and i were hanging out by the table with amanda who we looooove :) she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically the best chick in the band...oh wait... the ONLY chick. yeah. we love her to death :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, we got to hang with her and then the band came out to sign after the show was over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and jen and i could care less about autographs, we just wanted to see the guys! er...jen did. and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did too... but i was also afraid. no, terrified. and anxious. and full of nerves. and dizzy because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hadn't eaten anything in two days. great combination. anyway, we got in line and jen made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go in front of her, so in case i fainted, she could catch me (told ya, i love her!) well i had my copy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of 'southern hospitality' to get signed just so i could see the guys cuz there were a LOT of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and going through empty handed got you glares from security. so, kevin was first in line and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was shaking. i set my cd down and he looked at it, noticed my tattoo, signed the cd, did a double&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take, looked up at me, grinned and yelled in excitement.  i was SO nerved up that i JUMPED and nearly knocked jen over. he then grabbed me into a hug across the table ( i swear, he loves doing that xD and i am SHORT!) and he just looked me in the eye and quietly asked "how are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing?" i whispered 'okay' but it was loud and i didn't think he heard me, much less believed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i moved on down the line and we joked and chatted with the guys and once we got to the end, we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turned to walk away and kevin goes "Liz! we love you! and i am SO glad you are here" still full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of nerves and anxiety, i walked away totally shell shocked by what had just happened. he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aware of the darkness and terrible things in my life, and he was HAPPY to see me? what was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong with him? i was so lost in thought, jen and i got lost. haha. anyway, that was weekend #1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 12, 2011. Rules of Engagement Tour. Oshkosh, Wisconsin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a couple days before this show, i had had a TERRIBLE day followed by an even worse night of insomnia and being attacked by the enemy. self injury was a reality once again and i was contemplating worse things. everytime i would start to think of "escape routes" i would be reminded of one particular night in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, where Kevin Young made me promise him that i would not give up. i promised and no matter how hard i tried, i could NOT break that promise. something in me held me to that promise. well it was about 4 am and i still hadn't slept, was EXHAUSTED, weary, crying and hurting, and very out of it due to the sleeping pills i had taken that weren't working. i tweeted something along the lines of "having a terrible night. can't stop thinking about the promise i made @DiscipleKevin months ago now." after tweeting it, i dropped my phone on my chest and just cried and cried as i listened to "eternity" by Disciple. that song kept me going months earlier and on this night, it was okay, but it wasn't really helping. then my ipod switched and the song "invisible" came on and i was SOBBING. that was me, i was invisible. no one cared and i was hurting. all of a sudden in the pitch black of my room, my phone lit up and my first thought was who on earth is awake at this time of the morning? i opened the text to see this from twitter: "DiscipleKevin: @bandmonkey08 I am a big fan of that promise. Philippians 4:13. You can all things THROUGH Christ who gives YOU strength" it was now 5:19 am and i was in complete shock. i didn't even THINK he would read my tweet. what were the odds? so, with tears rolling down my cheeks, and my very very tired and confused brain just churning, i passed out from exhaustion finally about 6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the only show i actually PLANNED to attend. i chose to drive an hour out of my way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to pick up the amazing alyssa kristine so that she could come to the show too :) lyssa and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i both got to the show at like 3:30 in the afternoon...for those of you who are unfamiliar with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show timings and such...we were about 3-4 hours early for the doors to even open. however, i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was ready to talk to kevin in person and i fully believed i would get to, though, i was still under terrible anxiety and didn't know exactly how i would be able to speak. my heart was ready, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my soul and mind were still afraid. lyssa and i met up with trent shortly after arriving and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was pretty much epic, we got to chat with him and hang out for a very long time and that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitely a highlight of the show for me, with him being fairly new to the "band" part of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band, i feel like he gets skipped over sometimes, when, in fact, he's a pretty much amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person. if you haven't met him yet or talked to him, you fail, and should get on that :) anywho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hung out with trent for awhile, then micah and andrew showed up and started getting their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instruments together and were hangin around by the stage, and then yay amanda showed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was a great time because i was able to help serve and carry in merch for her, and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE helping out more than anything. they do so much, giving back pales in comparison :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then amanda went to go eat with andrew and she asked us if we wanted to come with her and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, "if you don't mind" and she smiled and said "of course not!" so lyssa and i followed her and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just hung out some more. this time, we were chilling with trent and micah, who, when we sat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down, were in an intense debate about cheese, which, being from wisconsin, i had a thing or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to say about cheese, so i joined right in the discussion, like it was ridiculous. we were arguing about it like it matters :P haha. it was great though, i was so involved, i had forgotten my anxiety, wasn't nervous, and felt like i was among family. shortly after this debate was underway, i was saying something about how awesome wisconsin cheese is and how sucky california cheese is and all of a sudden, lyssa, sitting next to me, just FREEZES and i noticed (i'm very observant when it comes to people) and only then did i notice Kevin had walked in. that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was all it took for my anxiety to come back hardcore and all of a sudden i could barely breathe and my hand were shaking. at this point, i was SUPER thankful for my amazing friend mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who just so happened to be texting me and reminding me that it was okay, and that i was safe with these people. kevin grabbed some food and sat down across the table from me, and before he even started eating he just kept smiling at me and i could barely make eye contact, i was still very much consumed with darkness and dark things. after silence and a few bites of kevin eating, he looked up at me and our eyes locked and he asked me how i was. i couldn't answer, and my hands were shaking so badly, breathing was difficult. the anxiety just would NOT let me go. i tried to say "i'm okay" but as i went to pick up my phone, he could see my hands were shaking and he looked at them then at me again and said "i saw your tweet." *pause* "do you want to talk?" my heart skipped a beat and i nodded, but then kind of looked around panicking at the amount of people there, and he lowered his voice and asked "later?" and i nodded again and whispered "yes please". he smiled and said okay and then went on to ask me what kind of music i listened to which somehow resulted in me handing over my ipod and him going through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward to later, during the show, as the first few opening notes of "Invisible" began, i felt my knees instantly weaken and i had to grip the stage to keep standing up. God was speaking to my heart. walls were crashing down. i was FINALLY starting to feel His love, to understand it in a small fraction of it's fullness.  for the first time since i first heard the song with the album's release, i let myself get carried away by the lyrics and the melodies pulled me in. several times as he was singing, kevin made eye contact with me and that pierced me to my core, completely shattering walls that i'd worked so hard at building up. then, as they got close to hitting the bridge, Kevin kneeled down, singing with intense passion the lyrics he had written for the lonely and broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can see you as you're falling on your knees &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and the next thing i knew, he was reaching out his hand and gripping my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;you're not invisible to me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears came flooding out, as lyssa and i gripped each other's hands and i just CRIED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart was still hurting, but i knew everything would be okay. somehow. it just would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 19, 2011. Rules of Engagement Tour. Peoria, Illinois.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this show wasn't planned until the last minute. i was in Kenosha for 4 days, visiting friends and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was staying with the amazing heidi :) somehow we knew we had to go to this show in peoria and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it was a 4 hour drive from Kenosha, we were doing it. we spent the entire car ride there just TALKING and that was incredible and seriously healing for me, and also worshipping. the last 2 weekends had just totally blown me away and i wasn't angry at God anymore. my heart still wasn't in good shape, but it was the best it had been in a very very long time. and i was smiling again. jen met us at the venue and once the guys got there, they invited us into the venue to hang out and it was pretty amazing. by this point, andrew and israel both had (and now have) nerf swords (so if you're thinking of stealing anything from them just watch your backs!! they sleep with their swords in their bunks!!!!!!!!!) and we got to watch them battle pretty epicly. it was a very relaxed kind of day in which andrew told us the venue was our playground and we could go wherever we wanted. (ha for those who wondered, no, we didn't do that :P we were very respectful) and being females, the first thing we did was go in search of a bathroom when suddenly! we got arrested by security (they were very GOOD security! *nod*) and when we talk about it now we still laugh because jen was the one who used the term getting "arrested". later, when we were chatting about it, kevin got upset but we had to reassure them that we thought it was funny and we would MUCH rather them be safe with good security than them get hurt with relaxed security.  (so next time security annoys you, remember, they ARE a sign of good).  this time, we got to hang out with andrew quite a bit while he changed strings and tuned guitars (dude's a beast! he did double duty with project 86 on this tour, and that just raises his awesomeness level) then after while he went to go eat and was like "food's this way, c'mon" and we all just looked at each other and laughed and followed him downstairs to where catering was. he glared at all of us and refused to get food himself til all 3 of us had food (except i got away with not eating...haha long story but let me just say i cannot eat food before concerts. it neeeeeever ends well). so we sat down with  him and amanda and a couple other awesome ladies and talked and hung out and laughed. a lot. (that just seems to happen when andrew's around) and after everyone else had pretty much left and eaten, the wild and mysterious Kevin Young appeared to scavenge some food as well. (ha it was a joke because he was almost too late haha) and he sat by us and we got to just hang out and talk and it was really great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could never say anything else good about the Disciple gang, i would say that they LOVE and they love WELL. in the end, that helped my heart change and heal more than almost anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the show on this night, Kevin got up and spoke for 20-30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the topic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was blown away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was what God had been speaking to me, telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to ANY lengths to show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the walls around my heart were almost gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was filming Kevin speaking and finding it very difficult because his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words were impacting my heart and i kept finding tears sliding down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cheeks. it was SO weird for me, i'm usually very good at keeping my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotions under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew i was getting close to a break down and alls i could do was hope it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wouldn't manifest itself in front of anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the show was over, jen and i went up on stage to help tear down and got started firstly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on trent's drums then i noticed kevin by the side of the stage drinking some water and i went over to him and threw my arms around him, hugging him super tight. i just needed it and i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO glad he just let me. finally i pulled away and with tears in my eyes i smiled at him and said "i need to go help trent. but thank you" and as i went one way, he headed off to another.  so we helped tear down as much as possible then once i started to feel like i was just in the way (there were a lot bigger, stronger guys around lifting more than i could :P ) so i wandered off to see if i could help amanda out with merch at all, since i had a decent amount of experience with band merch and inventory (woo the fun side of road life!) and i was able to help her out which was fantastic then i got to give kevin another hug and just hang out there for a little while as i waited for heidi and jen to come out to where i was while the big strong guys loaded the trailer.  after kevin finished the compassion paperwork, i asked if he'd like help carrying anything and he laughed because we had just said the same things one week before. i picked up the tube for the poster/sign and he said "alright follow me to the bus!" and so we did.  then after hanging out on the bus for what felt like 2 hours of pure amazingness, it was that time for them to go so we said our goodbyes, gave our hugs and headed out ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even 5 minutes after we'd gotten into heidi's car, did i feel the emotions begin to take over. neither one of us really felt like talking yet and she suggested i put on music and so i did. i started out with dear x, which i was singing strongly, yet in a terribly croaky voice because i might have yelled a lot earlier that night.  and then it just HIT me and i apologized for changing it mid song but i HAD to put on "whatever reason" and as the song started, i realized the words cara had spoken to me weeks what seemed like forever ago, were about to come true:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;the reason you have anxiety &amp;amp; panic attacks is because you are not secure in Christ, &amp;amp; the enemy has a severe hold on your life. i saw a picture of you in this dark cloud, like you were pushed down on the ground within it, but there was light all around the cloud of darkness...&amp;amp; occasionally little rays of light would begin to permeate the cloud, but you would actually push them away &amp;amp; not let them touch you. you could see them from a distance, but never wanted them to touch you. &amp;amp; God showed me that those little lights were people who love you &amp;amp; care about you, but that they can never dispel the darkness. HOWEVER, next i saw a change in you - you stood up in confidence &amp;amp; then the little rays of light began to seep through the darkness &amp;amp; touch your face. &amp;amp; once you let them touch your face, this BRIGHT light just ENGULFED you completely, &amp;amp; you looked completely different than you did before. as i was pondering this, realizing that the brightest light was God, i asked Him why He didn't just do that in the first place. &amp;amp; He said, "because i want her to CHOOSE me first. &amp;amp; then freedom will come." i believe that the two go together, once you choose to overcome, &amp;amp; you choose God over all other things in your life, you will be forever changed. you won't have stress &amp;amp; anxiety anymore. you will even LOOK different!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as heidi drove, the music played on, i tried to sing but i could not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the words "whatever happened with what went wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want you to &lt;u style="font-style: italic; "&gt;come home"&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was crying and shaking from crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gasping for breath because all i knew right then was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE as this prodigal began running home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally the song finished and the tears slowly dissipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't have any anxiety anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind was clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i KNEW that God had wrapped His arms around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time in over 3 years i felt perfect peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the following day (sunday morning, church/meeting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day i attended LLCC-Kenosha with heidi and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYTHING that day was about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spark led with "your love is strong" which i was able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to shout and KNOW in victory. God's love that morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so THICK and REAL you could see it in the smiles of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children who were walking past. the word that was brought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was all about love as well and the word that i kept hearing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart and in my head that morning was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RELENTLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and throughout that whole time, God was telling me, showing me especially visually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;through memories, evidences of His love and it's unrelenting passion for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-He used my favorite band to show me love when i wouldn't let anyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-those timely instances with Kevin (ie: email and twitter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-conversations with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Disciple being at the rock and worship road show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-people at work saying certain things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...and it just went on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then during announcements, Tim announced that V &amp;amp; C that night would be on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;being baptized in the Holy Spirit and heidi just turned to me and was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Liz you need to go to that" she had to work and i was supposed to hang out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cara so i was like "well i dunno...maybe we'll see" but something in my heart really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wanted to go...i didn't really know much about it other than what i'd learned from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cara and on my own in the last year and i was very curious. i knew it was something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i wanted, but i also was afraid. not of God, but of the life change i knew would follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if and when it happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fast forward to v&amp;amp;c that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cara and i got there super early and were sipping away at our starbucks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ian (one of the church's elders)was there, he was teaching that night and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; so as we tried to warm up a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(it was absolutely frigid!) we chatted and also talked with ian who remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my name and that i had wanted to do the school. i was amazed at that because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i hadn't talked to him in person before ever and for him to know who i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;definitely meant something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;well, ian went through the teaching and as i was sitting there throughout the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;teaching, i was very much relating to ian's own personal testimony and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i was being attacked by the enemy. he was trying to instill a fear in me of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;by putting thoughts into my head like "you'll be a freak if you do this" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"do you want to be any weirder than you are now?" and on top of that, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;was attacking me with anxiety again.  however, i was DONE with him and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;even though it detracted from me listening to the teaching completely, i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a couple of moments where i had to close my eyes and just speak out Jesus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;name and power over the situation and declare that i was NOT afraid of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;God and my Lord. there was nothing to fear with Him, not in the way the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;enemy was trying to attack me with.  finally ian finished the teaching and he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;stated "alright, tim and i will be up front here, willing to pray with and lay hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;on anyone who would like to receive the Holy Spirit" and as soon as he spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that, i knew i needed to go. God spoke to me and just whispered "obedience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alls i had to do was go up there and i knew He would be faithful. i knew what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;would happen. He whispered for me to not fear His power, but to embrace it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and embrace Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cara turned to me and smiled and asked 'so are you going to go up there?' and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i smiled weakly and replied "i think you already know the answer to that" so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;she smiled back and stated "alright let's go!" she stood up and i felt so torn. i could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;choose to say no and sit there, or stand and drag myself up there. i was afraid but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He kept whispering "I simply want your obedience" and so i began to stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and i didn't even finish standing up before it could feel Him lifting and carrying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i did not walk to the front in my own strength, He carried me. i am sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;once we got to the front, we went up to ian and began to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ian prayed over me, then encouraged me to speak to God myself and out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and then he lifted my arms up for me and physically i could feel the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ian instructed me to start to take deep breaths and as i did, i could feel myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;being filled like a jar getting filled up with water. i was concentrating on breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;because it was just SO MUCH and as i was breathing, i was mouthing words and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then ian encouraged me to speak what i was mouthing (which i didn't realize i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;doing at first!) and i began to speak in a tongue and was praying and then very shortly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;after that, we closed out of prayer and i had tears streaming down my face and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;practically tackled cara in a hug because she knew what it meant to me, and that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;had longed for this for a long time now.  i was grinning and could not stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i hugged ian again as well and then we went back to where our stuff was and i just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FLOATED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;everything that was still holding me just VANISHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have not had anxiety since that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yes, i've had hard moments and tough days, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have a JOY that i cannot explain, and a HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that i cannot let go of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;everything has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;shortly after leaving the building, cara and i agreed we were starving and needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;food so we went to Ron's and just talked and still i was grinning and finally i looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cara in the eye and said "i'm moving here" and she smiled back and replied "i know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward a couple days to when i came home from that weekend and i was at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking to the assistant manager at my one job and told her that i was going to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that i'd love to transfer with the company and when our store manager was in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next day i'd ask her to email for me, but she was like "oh i'll email for you, it's fine" and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;within the hour the store manager from the store in Gurnee Mills called us saying he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a spot open and was i serious. a mere 2 hours later and it was confirmed that i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was speechless at watching God move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my current situation is waiting on a place to live, i have about 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i nervous? yeah a bit, but i also totally trust that God knows what He is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing and He will put me where He wants me. i have peace in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully this gives you all a somewhat decent picture of what has happened to me in the last month. this week is my very last week working in the Dells and then i have one week to get moved and then i start working down in the Kenosha area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;note:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to anyone and EVERYONE who has taken time to talk to me, pray for me, do anything even remotely KIND, i would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially those of you who didn't give up on me, when i gave up on myself. just a few that i have named are Cara, Heidi, Kevin, Mary and Jen but i know there are TONS more of you out there and i am forever grateful for you all ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this new season of my life is going to be intense and a huge challenge for me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i have counted the cost of following Him. and i have found it to be worth it all ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2721057203291477807?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2721057203291477807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2721057203291477807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;‎"where the desert is covered in roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;where i can outshine the stars in a single day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the face of God isn't hidden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;when i wake into eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;where the shadows are never discovered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tears are nothing more than a memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;death isn't alive any longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;when i wake into eternity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;[[Ecclesiastes 3:11.]]  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-4288189140030199265</id><published>2011-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:51:53.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 3:4-6...PREPARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luke 3:4-6 Isaiah had spoken of John when he said, "He is a voice shouting in the wilderness, 'Prepare the way for the LORD'S coming! Clear the road for him! The valleys will be filled, and the mountains and hills made level. The curves will be straightened, and the rough places made smooth. And then all people will see the salvation sent from God.'"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this verse. It talks about mountains, valleys, curves and rough places. I just imagine a road construction crew building a road through the mountain. They have to use dynamite to blow up big hills... or dig tunnels under the mountain. They have to move huge amounts of dirt to fill up the valleys and straighten out curves. They have to bring in the heavy equipment to smooth out the road so people can drive on it. That is the picture that John used to tell us to "Prepare the way of the LORD. Clear the road for him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains = Addictions, and bad habits. Things that seem insurmountable. But mountains could also be our achievements, and our possessions. We have to get these things out of God's way. Clear the road for him. Blow up the mountains...... better yet, speak to the mountain "Move!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valleys = Times of depression and loss. When are depressed, we can sometimes believe the lie that we are alone. God does not want us to be alone. He wants to be with us. Don't believe the lie that says, "You are alone." Believe the truth that says, "You are loved! You are wanted! You have purpose!" Clear the road for him. Fill in the valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curves = Unexpected events that just show up out of nowhere to try to distract us, make us angry, get us off track. We must ready to straighten out these curves. Clear the road for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough Places = Areas in our life where that we keep secret. Hidden bitterness, anger, lust, jealousy, pride, not being content....... a horrible attitude towards life and serving God. These rough places must be smoothed out. We need God to bring in the heavy equipment and crush our pride and bitterness. Smooth out the rough places. Clear the road for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a clear path for God to work in our life. Crush the mountains, fill in the valleys, straighten the curves, and smooth out the rough places. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;the following are Kevin Young's thoughts on the above section that we are reading together in Luke on the Disciple boards. i really felt what he posted was significant and very well written so i shared it here.  if you'd like to read along with us, go to disciplerocks.com --&gt; boards ---&gt; the word ---&gt; then find whichever topic you'd like to post in :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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3:4-6...PREPARE.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2332314239865374978</id><published>2011-02-27T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:26:55.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sin.</title><content type='html'>we just talked about this in church this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sermon was on how as Christians, half of the good news of the Gospel is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are freed from ever having to sin again!! and listening this morning reminded me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MUCH of what john bevere had said in 'extraordinary' so i was definitely into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and taking notes and really paying attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my day just was GREAT. i mean, i'm physically tired but that's to be expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you work crazy shifts in retail for 4 days straight (i know, i know not a LOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of hours, but BUSY CRAZY hours, VERY high volume and high traffic days this weekend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah it was an overall good day... and i was doing well i believed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then when i got home, just like i'd been waiting for and just like i'd been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warned by sooo many people, i just got SLAMMED by the enemy. it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELENTLESS.  and i know, i know that i am still learning to fight and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;failing this time didn't bring about death and destruction... or did it?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastor made it VERY clear this morning, just SO concisely that sin has severe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;consequences and even ONE sin can completely alter the path God has for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how i feel right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well okay, for you harry potter fans, this will help explain (for those who are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll just have to bear with me here as i attempt to use an analogy) well anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in harry potter, voldemort has horcruxes and professor slughorn explains to harry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(er,, i think it's slughorn) that killing rips the soul apart and that's how you can create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a horcrux. well, that is how i feel right now, like i have had the sharpest knife jabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into my soul where it seemed perfect with God before has now been disturbed and changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and believe me, i am on my knees before Him already... getting filled with the Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just CHANGED me and i am grateful for that, and grateful that i know that there is so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much more than just being okay. this rotten guilt will be lifted soon, and i have wronged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him, and i know it. also though, i know His love for me never ever changes. for that i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also thankful♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my point in this post is a) it's my blog and i like to write about good and the bad, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) to remind everyone that even though i've been doing well, yeah, i do still mess up, and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitely don't have a 'holier than thou' viewpoint on my life. i just have grace, by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incredible and undeserved blessing of God. and that is how i shall get through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;our God is greater,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;our God is stronger,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, You are higher than any other,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;our God is healer, awesome in power,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;our God, our God...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and if our God is for us, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;than who could ever stop us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and if our God is with us,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;then what could stand against?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2332314239865374978?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2036287751348110819</id><published>2011-02-24T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:57:30.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/24/11</title><content type='html'>"Watch Me as I work.&lt;div&gt;Have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands are mighty, and you are safe within their grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I move in power and violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is ALL for your good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do is in love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"in brokenness comes beauty, divine fragility,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;reminding me of nail-scarred hands, reaching out to me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-mercyme 'undone'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='2/24/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2680865246909954789</id><published>2011-02-23T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:52:51.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>psalm 73.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.4em; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;1 Truly God is good to Israel,&lt;br /&gt;to those whose hearts are pure.&lt;br /&gt;2 But as for me, I almost lost my footing.&lt;br /&gt;My feet were slipping, and I was almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;3 For I envied the proud&lt;br /&gt;when I saw them prosper despite their wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;4 They seem to live such painless lives;&lt;br /&gt;their bodies are so healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;5 They don’t have troubles like other people;&lt;br /&gt;they’re not plagued with problems like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;6 They wear pride like a jeweled necklace&lt;br /&gt;and clothe themselves with cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;7 These fat cats have everything&lt;br /&gt;their hearts could ever wish for!&lt;br /&gt;8 They scoff and speak only evil;&lt;br /&gt;in their pride they seek to crush others.&lt;br /&gt;9 They boast against the very heavens,&lt;br /&gt;and their words strut throughout the earth.&lt;br /&gt;10 And so the people are dismayed and confused,&lt;br /&gt;drinking in all their words.&lt;br /&gt;11 “What does God know?” they ask.&lt;br /&gt;“Does the Most High even know what’s happening?”&lt;br /&gt;12 Look at these wicked people—&lt;br /&gt;enjoying a life of ease while their riches multiply.&lt;br /&gt;13 Did I keep my heart pure for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Did I keep myself innocent for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;14 I get nothing but trouble all day long;&lt;br /&gt;every morning brings me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 If I had really spoken this way to others,&lt;br /&gt;I would have been a traitor to your people.&lt;br /&gt;16 So I tried to understand why the wicked prosper.&lt;br /&gt;But what a difficult task it is!&lt;br /&gt;17 Then I went into your sanctuary, O God,&lt;br /&gt;and I finally understood the destiny of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;18 Truly, you put them on a slippery path&lt;br /&gt;and send them sliding over the cliff to destruction.&lt;br /&gt;19 In an instant they are destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;completely swept away by terrors.&lt;br /&gt;20 When you arise, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;you will laugh at their silly ideas&lt;br /&gt;as a person laughs at dreams in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Then I realized that my heart was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;and I was all torn up inside.&lt;br /&gt;22 I was so foolish and ignorant—&lt;br /&gt;I must have seemed like a senseless animal to you.&lt;br /&gt;23 Yet I still belong to you;&lt;br /&gt;you hold my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;24 You guide me with your counsel,&lt;br /&gt;leading me to a glorious destiny.&lt;br /&gt;25 Whom have I in heaven but you?&lt;br /&gt;I desire you more than anything on earth.&lt;br /&gt;26 My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,&lt;br /&gt;but God remains the strength of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;he is mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Those who desert him will perish,&lt;br /&gt;for you destroy those who abandon you.&lt;br /&gt;28 But as for me, how good it is to be near God!&lt;br /&gt;I have made the Sovereign Lord my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;and I will tell everyone about the wonderful things you do.&lt;br /&gt;-new living translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was just reading this passage and totally STRUCK by so many things in this. &lt;br /&gt;for example, the world makes sinful things appeal to us so much and we know that they aren't actually any good, even though our hearts chase after those things. we see people of the world (non-believers) who live lives full of sin and it just SEEMS like they are SO MUCH better off than us, their lives appear glamorous and we start to believe that they have everything that we should want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny bc i had started to feel this way, and then chased after things&lt;br /&gt;of the world, ended up empty, miserable and very very lonely, pushing people&lt;br /&gt;away, oh how much i can relate to "22 I was so foolish and ignorant—&lt;br /&gt;I must have seemed like a senseless animal to you." because that is exactly what happens and exactly how i feel once God shows me that the things i chased after and believed in, really are only an illusion of contentment and happiness. and His forgiveness is so evident like verse 23 says, "Yet I still belong to you; you hold my right hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup God is amazing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://forum.disciplerocks.com/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought i'd share this and maybe someone else could get revelation out of it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="postbody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.4em; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&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/3401821430221019469-2680865246909954789?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2680865246909954789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2680865246909954789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2680865246909954789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2680865246909954789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/psalm-73.html' title='psalm 73.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-1901688330714866381</id><published>2011-02-20T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:54:32.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so... my life just changed forever.</title><content type='html'>so for anyone who doesn't know, i'm in kenosha for the weekend and have been hanging out with my friends Cara &amp;amp; Heidi and God has been changing me and preparing me for awhile now, and i had no idea why, what was going on and then this morning at the meeting, it was announced that tonight's Vision &amp;amp; Commitment class (learning foundations and such, i can explain more if anyone wants to know) was on being baptized in the Holy Spirit and when i heard that i was intrigued, i mean it's something i've wanted for a long time now and i knew God wanted it for me and it's something i've never learned much about, just bits and pieces from what i've learned from like Cara when she did the school of worship and things like that, nothing very substantial though and so when Heidi turned to me and said "Liz you need to go to that" i didn't honestly take it very seriously at first but the more i tried to shrug it off, the more it nagged at me and then when i met up with Cara later, she said the same thing so i'm like okay well i'll go, and it's intriguing to me, i want to know more and so it'll be good. and it TOTALLY was!!!!!!!  ian gave the teaching on it basically and told his own testimony about being filled with the Holy Spirit as well and i was really able to connect with what he had to say in a way that was VERY real to me, and while he was teaching i just started to KNOW and hear God speak to me that tonight was the night, that this was going to happen, but it all depended on me. i could embrace it and trust Him, step out in faith and have what i desired or i could turn away and run from it, and let me tell you the enemy was ALL over that. he was trying to push fear and anxiety into my mind and IMMEDIATELY when i started feeling anxious and afraid i just KNEW what was happening and because i could see what the enemy was doing to attack me, i knew how to fight it, and i began praying and just asking God to shield me and give me the strength to trust Him in this. it was a SERIOUSLY relentless attack the whole time during the teaching and i just kept fighting whenever it got bad enough to distract me. then, once ian had finished going through the outline and information, he simply stated that they were going to hang around for a bit up front and lay hands on people and pray for them and i was hit HARD by a fear attack but i just spoke "NO! i TRUST Jesus" in my head and in my heart and it dissipated. then everyone was suddenly chatty and Cara casually turned to look at me and said "So. You going up there?" and i replied "you already know the answer to that" and i went to get up, which was physically hard but God just spoke to me, "if you are obedient, I will be faithful to meet you in this." and He DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;ian started praying for me and Cara did as well, they both laid hands on me and then ian led me to speak out and just TELL God how much i desired this and i just spoke my heart to Him and He heard me and met me there and i could just tangibly feel and just KNEW the manifestation of Him in that place and ian instructed me to just breathe DEEPLY and feel myself being FILLED and i wasn't really breathing good breaths, it was shallow and emotional and once i started breathing deep it was so INCREDIBLE and my lips were moving but i didn't notice, i was focused on breathing and my eyes were closed and ian noticed and stated it, "i noticed your lips moving, just SPEAK it out" and i DID and began speaking in tongues and just talking to God and it was a moment of HUGE rejoicing for me. it was like a floodgate broke loose and it was just me and it was God and He just LOVES me and He WANTED this for me but it required FAITH from me to TRUST and BELIEVE in Him and His strength, relying on His strength and not my own. and then we finished praying and i had tears streaming from my eyes and i just opened my eyes and it was blurry because i'd been responding to God with joyful tears and i looked at Cara and she was grinning and i was too and i just like bear hugged her and sobbed into her shoulder. i didn't know what else to do, it was just RIGHT. and then i hugged ian and just kept GRINNING for the rest of the night and i'm still just overwhelmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the crazy part is, this was just PART of this weekend, PART of what has changed in me this month, only ONE thing and God is just SO INCREDIBLE that He is doing SO MUCH in me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because He LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES!!! and then to see both of my friends rejoicing with me in this, i am just so amazed, overwhelmed, and totally CRAZY about Jesus right now!!!!!!! and i feel so CHANGED and DIFFERENT. this is like being saved times like 5 thousand. it is so. much. MORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love Him. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;time for surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;spread out your open hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and He will raise you up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;repairing all that's broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and watch the healing come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;spread out your open hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;admit you've held them shut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;be swept away by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-flyleaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-1901688330714866381?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/1901688330714866381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=1901688330714866381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1901688330714866381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1901688330714866381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-my-life-just-changed-forever.html' title='so... my life just changed forever.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-125708838680001894</id><published>2011-02-18T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:33:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</title><content type='html'>HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2901c7d8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-125708838680001894?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/125708838680001894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=125708838680001894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/125708838680001894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/125708838680001894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-03-picture-of-cast-from-your.html' title='Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-4664949602077908574</id><published>2011-02-17T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:11:44.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</title><content type='html'>currently?&lt;div&gt;aside from my family &amp;amp; sisters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these two ladies ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/fave3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-4664949602077908574?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/4664949602077908574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=4664949602077908574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4664949602077908574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4664949602077908574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-02-picture-of-you-and-person-you.html' title='Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-7426972028871959718</id><published>2011-02-15T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:03:54.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 days in pictures... i am totally stealing this from you kelly!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyderse.blogspot.com/2011/02/31-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;31 days of pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; font-size: 13px; "&gt;my friend kelly started doing this on her blog &amp;amp; i decided it would be kind of fun to do too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;i tried one like this on fb and it didn't go well, but on my blog i think i might finish it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with ten facts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/4f7033b3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;1. Disciple is my favourite band ever. no contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;2. i don't like the color pink...but it looks good on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;3. my hair hasn't been it's normal color for nearly 5 years now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;4. this is the longest my hair has been in 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;5. my eyes are blue. and i love my eyes. they're like the only part of me i LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;6. i really could use a nap right now. or sleep. but i am an insomniac :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;7. in 2 days i get to see my amazing kenosha friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;8. i have to get an oil change on thursday =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;9. this is my fave pic of me and heidi EVER. it makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;10. you are more than the sum of your past mistakes. you've been remade (lyric)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 19 - A picture and a letter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;Day 31 - A picture of yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-7426972028871959718?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/7426972028871959718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=7426972028871959718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7426972028871959718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7426972028871959718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/31-days-in-pictures-i-am-totally.html' title='31 days in pictures... i am totally stealing this from you kelly!! :)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3308054149749038975</id><published>2011-02-10T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T02:58:52.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't blog anymore</title><content type='html'>i just realized that i don't really blog anymore.&lt;div&gt;and i wondered why that was and i remembered that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm working on closing my thoughts off from people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm getting tired of being judged by the people i consider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, just because i'm not living up to their standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because we have that "friend" status, they feel like it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay to say things that normally one would never say to someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;else. not only am i tired of being judged, i'm tired of everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to FIX me. i wasn't asking to be fixed, i wasn't expecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be fixed. i just wanted a FRIEND. someone who will say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm not going to try to change you, but i will be here if you need me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't even COUNT the number of times i've listened to other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people's problems and stories and situations and never ever judged,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never said a negative word, maybe offered up ideas of encouraging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughts when asked or warranted but i've never ever tried changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone. i only really have ever known one person (in real life, no offense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meant to my online friends) who has just sat there with me, not even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needing to make conversation, but also not judging what i say when i DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk. no. after high school when i was struggling, even though this person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hated me, they still sat with me one day through a movie and gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;company. someone to feel safe with. this person is still willing to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when they don't know what to say, who is, despite what they think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a good friend. but i shouldn't be asking for that from anyone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's an expectation i shouldn't ask of people, their lives are too busy. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then who am i kidding? i'm a horrible friend. so how can i even tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what makes a good friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. the point of this blog is to say that if you're following along and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading, that you shouldn't be surprised if i don't post anything of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;substance for a good long while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the conclusion of this jumbled mess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should not blog at 5 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if i AM wide awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3308054149749038975?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3308054149749038975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=3308054149749038975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3308054149749038975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3308054149749038975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-blog-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t blog anymore'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-1564367319399082037</id><published>2011-02-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:25:43.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“you’re not…invisible”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sk7ad2pDpkI/TU-eBPZfIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/KckTjKYlce4/s1600/invisible.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sk7ad2pDpkI/TU-eBPZfIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/KckTjKYlce4/s320/invisible.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570845008231080370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;the story behind this pic was the most unexpected moment of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;the whole night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;“you’re not…invisible”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;so my little sister took this picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;and she had no idea of the story behind this moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;i’m amazed she captured it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;photo taken at the Rock and Worship Road Show in Madison, Wisconsin on 2/6/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-1564367319399082037?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/1564367319399082037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=1564367319399082037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1564367319399082037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1564367319399082037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-notinvisible.html' title='“you’re not…invisible”'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sk7ad2pDpkI/TU-eBPZfIbI/AAAAAAAAANg/KckTjKYlce4/s72-c/invisible.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8109340385954385864</id><published>2011-01-15T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:07:44.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my identity.</title><content type='html'>today has been a quest for identity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up, worked, came home and napped and the day feels so split up, it's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of curiosity, i google searched the meaning of my name moments ago and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was just AMAZED by the meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth:  "God's promise (oath)" "Oath of God" and my favorite "I am God's daughter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone who knows me, knows i struggle with those exact things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so amazing. i am astounded by how well He knows me. knows my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much more than i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overflowing ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8109340385954385864?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8109340385954385864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8109340385954385864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8109340385954385864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8109340385954385864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-my-identity.html' title='this is my identity.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8492891821309011121</id><published>2011-01-14T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:13:42.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the further the clock strikes past twelve, the more me i become.</title><content type='html'>"i feel like i need to come to Kenosha"&lt;div&gt;"then do it!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these words have been spoken to me twice in the last week by two people who did not know the other had talked to me. let me explain a little further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel change coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know there is a time of growing and changing coming up, it's in the distance, yet i can make out the blurry outlines of some of it. within me, i can feel excitement brewing, my heart is leaping at the opportunity, but's it's also very guarded. i have been hurt and it's not quick to let me forget that pain... but i know that i must choose to move past these fears, move past the familiar, far beyond comfort, to something completely new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do i know? what do i see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see moving. to a new town, a new place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i am going to be stretched and grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that i am going to have expectations of me that i cannot fulfill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see myself trying to please people and failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i know i must learn to fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must learn to not look for the approval of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must only seek the approval of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've forgotten that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post is really scattered. it's very reflective of my current mind though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just listening  to 'desert song' by hillsong united and was totally wrapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up in that for some time. i was definitely captured by the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"all of my life, in EVERY season, You are still God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a reason to sing, i have a reason to worship"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it so hard for me to remember that? to believe it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nearly 3 in the morning and i am trying to wrap my head around all of the situations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my life, every different season i have been in and how God has ALWAYS been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there SO FAITHFULLY. He loves me SO MUCH. just loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and He hasn't ever once given up on me. it makes my heart so faint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to even think of, to comprehend just a mere fraction of the love He has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the season of school, through the low time afterwards, trapped in depression, then to the year i was in college and so uncomfortable with everything, so very alone...and then to finding new friends, to that moment in lifest where i was alone but given a promise, and then when He led me to my job and then to my second job and the visits to kenosha and ALL OF THESE THINGS HE HAS BEEN THERE.  i'm just very overwhelmed with love right now. and yes, writing about it.  it's been far too long where i've not spoken of these heart matters with hardly anyone and i've hidden them, pushed them aside, ignored them even. i know now that doing so will never amount to anything good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear friends who have been standing with me, even those who have distanced themselves, but have continued to pray and  to encourage. especially to the ones who have continued fighting for and with me, most noted in my mind, with the times that i have been too weak to do so myself.  if you read this, you ought to know who you are, you also very much need to be aware that i appreciate your friendships more than you probably know ♥ c,h,m,j,m and a. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm getting very much fuzzy headed right now since it is 3 a.m. so i believe this is a solid post now. thank you all for reading and i'm sure i will posting more in the next few days because i have much more to say especially on the topics of trust and faith and friendship, alas the words are all mooshing together =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/6a996379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8492891821309011121?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8492891821309011121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8492891821309011121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8492891821309011121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8492891821309011121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/01/further-clock-strikes-past-twelve-more.html' title='the further the clock strikes past twelve, the more me i become.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-794976105936604556</id><published>2011-01-13T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:04:35.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's be honest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Maybe God really did want me to wrestle with Him. When did I start thinking that God couldn’t handle my honesty? My anger, my disappointment, and my fear. I learned that I could let God have it, and even more, He could take it. My honesty, my heart break, really opened me up to a whole other realm of a sweet, vulnerable, relationship with Jesus. It was that honesty that started the healing process in my broken heart. Only when I brought both my hopes and my fear, everything, and put them, honestly, openly, before Jesus, did I start to see the walls crumble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: not my own thoughts, though i do agree with them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-794976105936604556?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/794976105936604556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=794976105936604556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/794976105936604556'/><link 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margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just downloaded flyleaf's "remember to live", ivoryline's "there came a lion" and the entirety of children 18:3's "rain's a comin" (finally right???!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also, i got a pineapple and a little cannister with homeade cookies... and a lovely calendar for my desktop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friends from far away are hard to have, but worth it. i have to remember this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't stop fighting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2085063555228120153?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2085063555228120153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2085063555228120153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2085063555228120153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2085063555228120153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/01/packages.html' title='packages ♥'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3644315593362776651</id><published>2011-01-09T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:39:52.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hobbits were never really meant for the land of the elves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', arial, serif; color: rgb(77, 75, 75); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', georgia, arial, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;we never talk anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', georgia, arial, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;and i KNOW it’s because i wasn’t good enough,  a good enough friend, a good enough Christian. i knew i wasn’t good enough to be your friend… i just hoped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', georgia, arial, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;if you see this, please promise me that you will think of me occasionally when you look up to the stars. i will always remember you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3644315593362776651?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3644315593362776651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3625408174128515618</id><published>2011-01-07T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:42:31.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swept away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Help help help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Out out out out out out out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Now now now now now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Evil fell from your pretty mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Wrapped in your classic voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Angelic in your syntax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Demonic in your motive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Your pretty eyes don’t know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;The water flowing from this well isn’t fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Demolish all that sets you up against your rising up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Confessing all that’s broken and watch the healing come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Spread out your open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Admit you’ve held them shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Turn all the way around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Be swept away by this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Time for surrender&lt;br /&gt;Spread out your open hands&lt;br /&gt;And He will raise you up&lt;br /&gt;Confessing all that’s broken&lt;br /&gt;And watch the healing come&lt;br /&gt;Spread out your open hands&lt;br /&gt;Admit you’ve held them shut&lt;br /&gt;Be swept away by this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Your clothes are smooth and spotless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;The air is putrid sewage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Downwind of your pressed church clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Your eyes are black and empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Your deeds are just for showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;How big and bright your fake smile glows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;I see you moving and they're getting scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Their eyes are focusing on something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;You're staring at me and I stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;I rage against everything that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;See them surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Spread out your open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;And he will raise you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Confessing all that’s broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Look at the healing come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Spread out your open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Admit you’ve held them shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Be swept away by this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;I see you moving and they're getting scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Their eyes are focusing on something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;You're staring at me and I stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;I rage against everything that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Get this hell out out of my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;There’s nothing more that you can say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Get this hell out get this hell out out out of my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;So get this hell out get this hell out out out of my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;We spread our open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;And He is rising up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Repairing all that broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Look at the healing come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;We spread our open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Forgiveness holds them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;We’re swept away by this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Out out out out out out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Now now now now now now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"swept away" by flyleaf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3625408174128515618?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3625408174128515618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=3625408174128515618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3625408174128515618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3625408174128515618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2011/01/swept-away.html' title='swept away.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-410042507845427722</id><published>2011-01-05T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:48:25.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear 2011...</title><content type='html'>so far, you suck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so very tired of missing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people i didn't think i would ever have to miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who definitely do not miss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so very tired of going to work and feeling inferior and invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i try my best and work really hard to think of new ideas and things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm always shot down, nothing is ever good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm always second choice, never first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just never good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011, you were supposed to be better, but you SUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sincerely broken and confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-410042507845427722?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/410042507845427722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=410042507845427722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>2010 was actually a pretty intense year for me... a LOT of things happened, pretty great things, some awfully horrid things, but mostly a LOT of good things, a lot of happy things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i managed to complete 5 items from my bucket list,, which i just realized today so hey there's an accomplishment!!  so let's see if i can do this in a way that won't utterly bore you all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;top 10 memories of 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/5eefa953.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/e6f47061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/b0fb80ae.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/cbdb4cb7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/fc09f9da.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/3e250d35.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/488d7279.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/56252ad0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/a83c063c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/248b4c42.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/2010%20blog/cde33ec3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 10 Songs of 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The Stand -Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Break Free -Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Vanilla Twilight -Owl City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Take A Chance -Landon Pigg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Missing -Flyleaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Courage -Orianthi featuring Lacey from Flyleaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Fury -Disciple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Broken Heart -Falling Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stars -Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Eternity -Disciple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 New Things I Did in 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. took out a loan for my very own car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. got a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. started playing bass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. cut my hair the shortest it has ever been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. applied to a school &amp;amp; ended up not going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. took a couple road trips alone to experience life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. met new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. started wearing more than just band t's and jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. got a second job, and even though i usually hate it, i am still working there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. told someone impactful in my life how much they meant to me, and then did whatever i could to meet them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's a short blog but 2010 pretty much in quick review here for anyone who actually reads my blog. i've also created a list of 11 resolutions for 2011 and actually intend to work hard and keep them this year. let's do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye disappointing 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello new everything 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-517734781929706124?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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been experimenting with that as well! woo!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay tuned!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-7476058887358148638?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/7476058887358148638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=7476058887358148638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7476058887358148638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/7476058887358148638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/12/changes-and-business-and-getting-really.html' title='changes and business and getting really excited for february!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-7839583870988387998</id><published>2010-12-22T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:55:48.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>66 things I have done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Smoked A Cigarette&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Kissed a member of the same sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Drank Alcohol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Are / Been In Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Dumped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[ ] Shoplifted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Fired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been In A Fist Fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Skipped School&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Slept With A Co-worker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; Level 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been To Paris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been To England&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been On A Plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; Level 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Snowboarding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook/ Myspace/MXit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; Level 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Taken Pain Killers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Loved/Liked Someone Who You Can’t Have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Made A Snow Angel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; Level 7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had A Tea Party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Flown A Kite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Built A Sand Castle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Gone Mudding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Played Dress Up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Gone Sledding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Lonely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; Level 9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Watched The Sun Set&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Felt An Earthquake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Held A Snake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Tickled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Cheated On&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Misunderstood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Won A Contest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Suspended From School&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Had Detention&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been In A Car / Motorcycle crash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Had / Have Braces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Eaten A Whole Pint Of Ice Cream In One Night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[WANT TO!!] Danced In The Moonlight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Hated The Way You Look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Witnessed A Crime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Pole Danced&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Questioned Your Heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Obsessed With Post It Notes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Swam In The Ocean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Played Cops And Robbers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Sang Karaoke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn’t&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Kissed In The Rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Watched The Sun Set and/or Sun Rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Blown Bubbles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Made A Bonfire On The Beach or Anywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 40&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 18&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Crashed A Party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had A Wish Come True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 43&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Worn Pearls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Swam With Dolphins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 44&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 20&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/Ice Cube&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Kissed A Fish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Worn The Opposite Sex’s Clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Sat On A Roof Top&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 47&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Talked On The Phone For More Than 4 Hours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Recently Stayed Up For A While Talking To Someone You Care About&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 22&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Climbed A Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 47&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 23&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Believe In Ghosts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[ ] Streaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Visited a Jail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 48&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 24&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[ ] Played Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Told You’re Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[ ] Broken A Bone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Easily Amused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 25&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Made A Porn Movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Caught A Butterfly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Cheated On A Test&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Forgotten Someone’s Name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] French Braided Someones Hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Had A Cavity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Black-Mailed Someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Black Mailed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 28&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Been Used&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Licked by A Cat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Bit Someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Licked Someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SO FAR: 64&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Level 29&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Been Shot At/Or At Gunpoint&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Had Sex In The Rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[] Flattened Someones Tires&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Driven Your Car Until The Fuel Light Came On&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[x] Got $20 Or Less Worth Of Fuel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Total: 66&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-7839583870988387998?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/7839583870988387998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=7839583870988387998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;note: i borrowed this blog post from my friend Cara because i read it &amp;amp; it spoke to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;so i really believe everyone can benefit from reading this, i know i did. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;He commands us to be courageous more than anything else in Scripture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Who dares, wins."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Our Heavenly Father is committed to us overcoming fear in our life. Fear is one of the greatest works of the enemy in the life of the believer. Fear is absolutely debilitating. Fear is crippling. Fear is devastating. And the enemy works with fears in our lives on a continual basis. Fear is like faith in reverse gear - the exact opposite of faith. Fear provides for you evidence of that which is not actually there, but it will come across in such a way that all of your thinking &amp;amp; actions can be controlled by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I don't believe that there is a single believer that does not have to deal with fear, one way or another, in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe that God is committed to dealing with fear in our lives, &amp;amp; at times, like a good Father, He will actually orchestrate circumstances to enable us to face up to issues of fear in.&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes, we run away from those situations instead of realizing, "No this is GOD designing a circumstance of fear in my life that I can overcome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Fear begins with something small &amp;amp; it escalates &amp;amp; grows &amp;amp; it actually becomes something really crippling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;It's interesting, isn't it, that our walk with God begins with faith. We're saved by grace through FAITH. Faith is what activates salvation! Your walk with God began with faith - should we really be surprised that it continues as a walk of faith? Faith by faith we grow &amp;amp; we develop, &amp;amp; of course the enemy is always looking for opportunities to sew seeds like fear in us. I believe that we need to wage war on fear.&lt;b&gt; We need to take fear seriously, &amp;amp; wage war on it.&lt;/b&gt; We can tend to categorize sin so that in our minds, some sin is "insignificant." We categorize it as such a low level of importance. Fear is one of those that has been categorized as some sort of petty misdemeanor. &lt;b&gt;But God is FAR more committed to the eradication of fear in your life than you are.&lt;/b&gt; He understands that it is far more dangerous than you think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I think one of the strategies of the enemy is to trick us into thinking that fear is not a big deal. But the fact that we all struggle with it does not mean that it's insignificant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;We need to wage war on fear &amp;amp; BELIEVE that it is going to be destroyed in our life. &lt;b&gt;I will not be a person who is captured by fear.&lt;/b&gt; That's not going to be the way that I'm going to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I believe that God takes anxiety, worry, concern, fear, as seriously as He takes lust, pornography, adultery. If you had an issue with pornography, or stealing, or lying, you wouldn't just "learn to live with it!" You wouldn't accept it as a characteristic of who you are! You would say, "This has got to go! I know it offends Him &amp;amp; that He hates it!" He hates fear too. But He loves YOU. But He hates these things that bind us &amp;amp; often cause us to be fruitless. Nothing contributes to lack of fruitfulness like fear. Fear &amp;amp; courage tend to be the issues on which fruitfulness pivots in your life. &lt;b&gt;You won't bear fruit if you don't find courage, &amp;amp; if the stranglehold of fear is not taken off of your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Fear has been minimized to something that's sort of not good to have, rather than something that actually takes lives...something that can rob us of freedom. We need to understand what we're really dealing with. It isn't just fear we do this with - we have these weird standards with things like vulgarity &amp;amp; things like that. Why do we take it lightly? All of these things matter to God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;God wants to meet us in fear. He might give us grace there &amp;amp; then, or He might give us strength to overcome it. But He WILL meet us in it. &lt;b&gt;When your worst fears are realized, you will find grace in God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you confront fear with TRUTH, the enemy's lie is disbanded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you are set free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-6213064227712688482?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/6213064227712688482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-5521913967690462703</id><published>2010-12-10T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:14:36.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember those times when things were rushing past you and it seemed like life wouldn't stop for anything and you would laugh and cry, usually in the same day, thinking nothing could happen, nothing could change this, loving it and hating it at the same time and then one day...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it just &lt;b&gt;STOPPED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn't bad. it isn't bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;stillness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are&lt;i&gt; expectant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are &lt;i&gt;searching.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you turn &lt;b&gt;off&lt;/b&gt; the tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and set the ipod aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your ravenous heart &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;searches&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,, it's longing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then just when you're almost at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of your rope because what you have been seeking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seems to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;evading you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;top of the mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are on your face before What you have been seeking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whom you have been seeking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5521913967690462703?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/5521913967690462703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=5521913967690462703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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two thousand and ten.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fifth disciple concert...and so many other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only word to even begin to describe the whole day is beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so many things and ALL of those things were beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day began with sleeping in for me...and for anyone who doesn't know, i am NOT a morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person but almost always work opening shifts at work (sometimes open then switch jobs and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close...which leads to very long days for me sometimes). well, i slept til 11 am and was TOTALLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raring to go when i woke up... i grabbed my ipod, cranked up Disciple and started getting ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a rock show! i knew i wouldn't be able to pick my sister up from school until 2pm so i had some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time, but there was still so much to do!! i had to get my car ready (we were packing 5 people into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my little corsica! haha) and i had to get kevin's gift ready, james's gift ready and also pack my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;concert bag that i always use (yay for sling bags!) once i had my stuff ready, i did my makeup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;straightened my hair (gotta have headbanging hair!) and walked into the living room just in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to see Jared open the door and Jen walking through it saying something along the lines of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"brr its cold today!" but i didn't really hear her because i had tackled her with squeals of "it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today it's today!!" she laughed and said "come on let's get going!" so we piled into my car and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headed to the bank because both jen and i had been saving our change for quite awhile in order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to give james some gas money since he'd come so far...i know my change jar had been growing for about 5 months :) those things are always fun! after we were done there, we picked up my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sister and her friend from school early (yeah yeah i know, not exactly legal lol!) and set off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for OCONOMOWOC!!!!!!!!! (with a side stop at dunkin doughnuts on the way haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the road trip was filled with music and words and OF COURSE laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that many people in my care, it was a major surprise to me that i didn't freak out or get really nervous driving...that usually happens to me when i'm driving to an unknown place or with that many people in my car. thank you disciple for calming my driving nerves though :) we played all the way from old school to kittens on a cloud...my sister's friend Autumn had NO IDEA what kittens on a cloud was when jen and i referenced it and neither did my sister surprisingly :P they needed to be educated ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the miles grew shorter, and the chatter quieted down, we let the music consume us...at least i know i did. that is definitely one thing i love about driving long distances, it's easy to let the music take you away and then it doesn't seem so long of a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright so finally we're in Oconomowoc and i'm starting to freak out... oh my gosh we're seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disciple...oh my gosh what if something goes wrong...what if we're late...what if james and heidi are already here and annoyed we aren't? what if the guys remember me from last time and act differently around me because of the blog i had written? ..my fears were trying to take over the beauty of the day, but just like clockwork, God intervened with "dear x" on my ipod... and i was at peace...well, until we realized we were lost and had no idea where we were going... ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stopped at a kwik trip and had a potty break while jared asked for directions (i'm thankful he's so practical :P ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not too long thereafter, we arrived at the church where the concert was being held. i turned my car off, opened the door and closed it again, it was absolutely FRIGID!! however, i never wear a sweatshirt into concerts so being stubborn and resolute i climbed out of the car in my tshirt as the snowflakes swirled around me and ventured to the door of the venue where i saw heidi and james waiting and i no longer worried or cared about anything. seeing heidi was a reminder that i was among people who cared about me, loved me even, and i had nothing to worry about, no reason to fear :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's awesome at doing things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the doors didn't open for another hour and a half so we just kind of stood around shivering waiting and waiting. dear james, it was not my fault you took your sweatshirt off!! haha!! even though jen glared at me like a bajillion times, i still laugh looking back on that moment lol. "i can't be outdone by a girl!" ohh james :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after about 20-30 minutes my sister, her friend and jared said " that's it we're out of here" and took my car keys to go sit in my car and be warm...jen, james, heidi and i all waited in the cold instead...and finally! we were able to go inside :) basically, we made a beeline for the merch table because well a) i REALLY wanted to see amanda again, she's one of the sweetest &amp;amp; kindest people i have ever met in my life and  i greatly enjoy being around her :) and b) we were hoping at least one of the guys would be around so we could give them their stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, amanda was there alright but none of the guys were in sight until i noticed kevin talking with someone by the compassion table...and i saw my opportunity to say hi. i could tell he was in a hurry but i just wanted to say hi, so as he was walking past (definitely preoccupied) i lightly touched his shoulder and said hey. he replied with a distracted "hi." then looked up, saw me and did a doubletake, and in that instant my heart ached because i knew he remembered me and it was one of the greatest feelings ever. what happened next i did not expect...i could tell he was in a hurry but he reached and grabbed me into a VERY tight gripping hug that brought tears to my eyes. "i gotta run to a prayer meeting" he said, "but i am SO glad you're here!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he smiled again, and took off, leaving me speechless and unsure of how i was feeling. jen just looked at me and smiled and i had to brush away a tear that had rolled down my cheek... who was this girl? i thought to myself. i NEVER cry in public and here i am, in front of one of my HEROES just crying! but i pushed the thought out of my mind, turned around and gave amanda a giant hug because i was really truly glad to see her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hung around the table for what seemed like ages just talking to her and checking the new stuff out, admiring the 'dear x' shirt that they'd just recently created and their new photo which included trent yaaay! :P next thing i knew, i looked up and there was andrew, approaching the table, so i smiled and said "hey!" and he shook hands with someone, and next thing i know we're all hugging...gosh i love those people!! and then, not only did he chat for a bit, he hung around with us for like half an hour just chatting and being social... it was definitely a blessing that he did not have to choose to give us :) but then head started playing, he had to run and he agreed to take the energy drinks etc with him... and so we headed into the concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/acdeacd3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian Head Welch was first up and his music style has never been something i've been into but i had heard his story and knew what happened in his life and i DEFINITELY wanted to see him, so jen, james and i (who had lost track of jared, my sister and her friend) pushed to the front and took a few photos.  unfortunately, i didn't really know his music but it was still an enjoyable set. he is very animated and seeing him raise his hands in worship definitely had me praising God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next up was silverline which i took like no pics of, mostly because i had never heard of them and wasn't too interested.. i was there for disciple and i definitely had my mind set on it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...in between sets...we took pictures! haha poor people around us! my flash is mildy blinding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/569c4d1e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/abe22296.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/7ba71c89.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, one of my very favorite scenes appeared and i knew it was time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready to rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready for God to reach into my soul with the words and the melodies and the people playing &amp;amp; speaking them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was vulnerable and okay with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/0e5b3fb8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as they prayed for who knows what (probably the show, for people to be lifted to God) i prayed for them, for the lives God wanted to touch through them, and then they broke apart and began to bring the rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologies here to whoever wants the setlist from the show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've gotten it to this but this may not be correct...i swear it's close though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;321&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worth the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear x (you don't own me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ballad of st augustine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scars remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i at least know they played all those songs :P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rocked SO hard during that set... my body was thrown every which way and i think i headbanged more than i EVER have.... the gym floor was SLIPPERY so jumping was tough but i definitely did my best :P it's a good thing i was right against the bar because i got dizzy more than once... i didn't care though, i was exactly where i love being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/c98f4000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as kevin spoke before after the world, the tears just welled up inside of me because i knew what he was speaking was SO TRUE and it reminded me of the previous time i'd seen them and he had spoken such similar things to me, it was different yet i know it was God speaking to me, reminding me of who i was because of who He had made me... and i was so overwhelmed so as the opening chords of 'after the world' began, i was just basically a mess. as the tears fell down, i just shut my eyes tight and listened to the words i knew by heart, but it was different this time... this time it was God singing to me, and He gave me visual images of things from my life, examples of when He was there when i didn't think He was... proof of how much He really loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(random girly side note, at this point of the show i KNEW buying waterproof eyeliner had been a wise decision!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, being a total, beautiful mess as they finished that song, i opened my eyes grinning just KNOWING the victory God had won in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sang along with 'dear x' at the top of my lungs, just screaming for the things that didn't own me anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after Disciple finished, jen and i noticed james had vanished (he'd drifted away from us in the pit) and so we went to go find him (plus i totally needed water and air haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we chilled some more, listened to speakers and the compassion talk and then red performed and we had moved toward the back of the gym at this point, by the doors of the gym and at one point jen goes whats that? and we looked up and trent was shining a flashlight at us and he waved, we waved back and kept rocking out to red. ps, heidi is the cutest headbanger i know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/8e152c65.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few more concert shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/6c9c9a5e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/4ef8979e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/0e4d6bfb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once the show was finished, we hung out in the hallway and the guys came out to sign and so we waited for people to go through the line then we walked up and got smiles and hugs all around... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took a few pics that make me laugh now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/6a787c6d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i handed james my camera and forgot i did it... this is how it went down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;james: im a lil narcassistic...give me a camera and thats what happens" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;kevin: with a beard like that i dont blame ya...id do the same!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then jen and i made sure we got a pic with trent ONLY and he got a kick out of that, made sure to call special attention to it and everything :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/53a7c43c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i turned and kevin was holding the pictured i'd purchased to get signed and waving it around asking whose it was and i was like "that's mine sorry" and took it and he smiled and gave me yet another amazing hug. "how ARE you??" he wanted to know, and i just said "amazing. i have never been more amazing in my life." (later on i got an opportunity to thank him for praying over me the last time and the healing that occurred but that wasn't of major importance so this is as much as i'll include it here).  well anyways, he smiled, and i was nervous, but took a deep breath and told him about the monsters we brought, the bag full of goodies and his box that andrew had taken back. he hadn't seen it yet and therefore did not know what was inside or anything so, even though i had nerves going and my stomach was all in knots, i launched into my explanation of what was inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, i had purchased a gift card for Build-a-Bear Workshop for him, with enough on it that he could take his wife and daughter and let them pick anything they wanted, any animal, and make it for their very own. not only that, but i made sure to tell him about the recordable sounds that they have... i told him that he can record his voice so that when he is gone on tour, Avery and Julie will still be able to hear him... at this point, i had been looking downish because making eye contact was too hard, i was getting teary just talking about it...and i looked up at him and his eyes were filled with tears and i could tell he was trying very hard not to cry and i knew i could NOT have him doing that or i'd be a basket case...so i said "don't you cry! if you start i won't be able to stop!" so instead, he grabbed me into yet another hug and the tears i had been holding back just fell and i didn't even care... and as he let go, i was basically at a whisper saying, "giving you a chance at a beautiful memory seemed like the least i could do, the only way i could think of to even begin saying thank you to you." and he said "well thank you. i am going to take Avery for Christmas, i'd like to do the voice thing very much" and i grinned and just kind of stood there as everyone else finished talking to people and such. after a little bit, we got set up for a couple photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/dc8694a7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this photo is where the title from my blog comes, it's a quote from heidi when talking to her about the show, a couple days later.  she made it her profile picture on facebook and when i asked her why out of all of them she chose that one and she said "i love that photo because it's like we're a family" and truly, that is what it is, it's how it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just for andrew, the awkward video that derrick made thinking he was taking a picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently andrew really likes watching these haha. he said he'd get mad at jen if she DIDN'T post it on youtube :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yc7kUnPsL8g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yc7kUnPsL8g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the band members all had to go tear down and get packed up and ready to fly to germany the next day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what did we do? we headed over to the merch table to help amanda tear down and pack up :) with willing hearts we did whatever needed to be done...folding cloths, carrying bags, serving was a beautiful thing and there was a smile plastered to my face the whole time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/3087fc83.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/d27bf59f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(okay i lied i'm writing more about talking to kevin again haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after getting those things loaded up and ready to go out on the dolly, i turned around to find heidi and see what she was up to and i saw kevin working on stuff at the compassion table so i went over and with a pounding heart i began to speak about what had happened last time and how God used him, how He healed me from Kevin's prayer. i explained how i had cried the whole 4 hour drive home from Rhinelander last time but it was different than any tears before, i thanked him many times over for praying over me and the kindnesses they always show.  i could see the exhaustion in his eyes and on his face but as i asked for one last hug before we left, he dropped what he was doing and said "absolutely" and then i asked him if he minded one more picture and as he hugged me, he just smiled and said, "let's do it" so i went to take a self-portrait style picture but jen rushed over and knowing me too well i guess said "i got it, here give me your camera" and so she took one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/3d3c8d78.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like an idiot, i was too concentrated on everything that wasn't the picture, and i forgot to smile so she looked at me, "LIZ SMILE ALREADY!" which made kevin and i laugh so the second attempt was much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/fa2daf13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, i may point out that even though i look like a doof in this photo, it's my favorite because kevin is truly smiling, not just posing, and that is how he smiles when he sees me and whenever the lies try to creep in that i am no one special, that i don't matter and that i'm not important to anyone, i see this image in my mind, i see every single time i've talked to anyone from the band, and i refute those lies because these people have shown me the love of Jesus every single time i've seen them, because whenever i'm around them, i don't feel insignificant, because it's like a family... and i am PROUD to call these people my brothers and sisters in Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the end of my blog and i know it's not a typical concert blog for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing way out of the ordinary happened because i have come to expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the extraordinary. after all, in the words of John Bevere, for followers of Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;extraordinary shouldn't be unexpected :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-kqoTakmuU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-kqoTakmuU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5632308086511009347?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/it%20feels%20like%20we%20are%20a%20family/th_acdeacd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2777885542742670958</id><published>2010-11-29T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:36:48.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got bored of writing letters. did a few more and now i'm done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear sir or madam.. did you know that there is this AMAZING God who loves you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;He's CRAZY about you!!!!!!! not only THAT but He wants to BE with YOU!! i know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;this might be weird coming from a perfect stranger like me but let me tell you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i know how your life goes. maybe it's okay maybe it's horrid but it's all the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;same, at the end of the day when you lay your head down on that pillow or in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;those quiet moments where it's just you, you KNOW something is missing. now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;maybe you're trying to fill that void with successes or achievements, friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or relationships, but let me tell you that He created that void just for Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to fill!! He wants to be in a love relationship with you SO BADLY that He has&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;done EVERYTHING necessary to make it possible!! if you would like to hear more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;just let me know, i'm always here :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have any letters to write here lol. sorry all :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;we never talk anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;when we do i feel like i don't know you at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i have come to believe i'm a really bad friend because of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;it hurts because i miss you &amp;amp; you are quite happy without me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear friend of mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;you know who you are &amp;amp; how much i wish i could hug you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;we've talked, laughed, cried and stalked together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;our love for Jesus and music, not to mention our life stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have made us more alike than anyone i've ever met in this life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;yet... our words are miles apart no matter what we do to try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and make the distance seem smaller. i've stopped dreaming of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;being able to visit you &amp;amp; have set my hopes on seeing you on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;the other side instead....hence why i've chosen you for this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;letter. i'd love meet a million other people but you are number&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;one. love you always ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;we used to be close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;we talked a LOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;now we don't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;it feels as though you avoid me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like i'm your last-resort of a friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i hate thinking that might be true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear grandpa weidman...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i've always wanted to know you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;from what i hear, i was your favorite grandchild and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even though your mind was going, you loved holding me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and that one time you almost dropped me? it's okay :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i know you would't let go on purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear katie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i do not hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;however i am still REALLY angry towards you...and i wish i wasn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;you were the BEST friend i could ask for for SO many years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;what happened to change that?! i just don't understand how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;getting a horse changed you into somebody that even your&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;family hates being around. all those years we spent by each&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;other's sides... it's such a sad thing to realize i will &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never speak to you again, that we will never laugh again at&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;those jokes like we used to...but alas i have moved on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have a great life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;you won't and i can't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could name a few dozen people here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;m, j, h, c, m, n, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i've already mentioned that person in more than&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;one letter.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;mandy &amp;amp; dee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i want to go to australia soooooooo bad ladies!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never forget that i ♥ you bunches!!&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i give up on the rest of these. boringggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2777885542742670958?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2777885542742670958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2777885542742670958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2777885542742670958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2777885542742670958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-got-bored-of-writing-letters-did-few.html' title='i got bored of writing letters. did a few more and now i&apos;m done.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8829285124623047580</id><published>2010-11-29T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:39:22.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear sir or madam.. did you know that there is this AMAZING God who loves you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;He's CRAZY about you!!!!!!! not only THAT but He wants to BE with YOU!! i know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;this might be weird coming from a perfect stranger like me but let me tell you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i know how your life goes. maybe it's okay maybe it's horrid but it's all the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;same, at the end of the day when you lay your head down on that pillow or in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;those quiet moments where it's just you, you KNOW something is missing. now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;maybe you're trying to fill that void with successes or achievements, friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or relationships, but let me tell you that He created that void just for Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to fill!! He wants to be in a love relationship with you SO BADLY that He has&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;done EVERYTHING necessary to make it possible!! if you would like to hear more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;just let me know, i'm always here :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have any letters to write here lol. sorry all :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;we never talk anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;when we do i feel like i don't know you at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i have come to believe i'm a really bad friend because of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;it hurts because i miss you &amp;amp; you are quite happy without me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear friend of mine...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know who you are &amp;amp; how much i wish i could hug you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;we've talked, laughed, cried and stalked together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;our love for Jesus and music, not to mention our life stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;have made us more alike than anyone i've ever met in this life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet... our words are miles apart no matter what we do to try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;and make the distance seem smaller. i've stopped dreaming of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;being able to visit you &amp;amp; have set my hopes on seeing you on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;the other side instead....hence why i've chosen you for this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;letter. i'd love meet a million other people but you are number &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;one. love you always ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8829285124623047580?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8829285124623047580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8829285124623047580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8829285124623047580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8829285124623047580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-9.html' title='letters. day 9.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-171021751850569828</id><published>2010-11-28T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:07:06.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear sir or madam.. did you know that there is this AMAZING God who loves you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;He's CRAZY about you!!!!!!! not only THAT but He wants to BE with YOU!! i know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;this might be weird coming from a perfect stranger like me but let me tell you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i know how your life goes. maybe it's okay maybe it's horrid but it's all the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;same, at the end of the day when you lay your head down on that pillow or in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;those quiet moments where it's just you, you KNOW something is missing. now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;maybe you're trying to fill that void with successes or achievements, friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or relationships, but let me tell you that He created that void just for Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to fill!! He wants to be in a love relationship with you SO BADLY that He has&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;done EVERYTHING necessary to make it possible!! if you would like to hear more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;just let me know, i'm always here :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have any letters to write here lol. sorry all :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;we never talk anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;when we do i feel like i don't know you at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have come to believe i'm a really bad friend because of this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;it hurts because i miss you &amp;amp; you are quite happy without me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-171021751850569828?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/171021751850569828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=171021751850569828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/171021751850569828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/171021751850569828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-8.html' title='letters. day 8.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-5156655358748882838</id><published>2010-11-27T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:34:36.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear sir or madam.. did you know that there is this AMAZING God who loves you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;He's CRAZY about you!!!!!!! not only THAT but He wants to BE with YOU!! i know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;this might be weird coming from a perfect stranger like me but let me tell you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i know how your life goes. maybe it's okay maybe it's horrid but it's all the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;same, at the end of the day when you lay your head down on that pillow or in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;those quiet moments where it's just you, you KNOW something is missing. now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;maybe you're trying to fill that void with successes or achievements, friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or relationships, but let me tell you that He created that void just for Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to fill!! He wants to be in a love relationship with you SO BADLY that He has&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;done EVERYTHING necessary to make it possible!! if you would like to hear more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;just let me know, i'm always here :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have any letters to write here lol. sorry all :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5156655358748882838?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/5156655358748882838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=5156655358748882838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5156655358748882838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5156655358748882838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-6_27.html' title='letters. day 6.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8373954332046675586</id><published>2010-11-24T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:26:13.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes my thoughts just don't make sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;sometimes i close my eyes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes i let my hunger rise,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and think of all You are,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are the love of my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_falling up "falling in love''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you love Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something i've been pondering through the past few days is how the Lord will speak to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in just a subtle, soft way to whisper "I love you!" now, nearly every single time this happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me i'm at work or with people and am so overwhelmed, my heart feels to bursting and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever i am thinking or doing at that moment in time, i mentally and spiritually pause and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just LOVE Him back! (most people call this intimate moment worship) i guess this is a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revolutionary thing for me, to worship without melodies or words even being sung. no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is lifting their hands, there is no underlying rhythm of the moment, it is simple the Creator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and His creation, as one, in union, in a moment that is so beautiful it's past mere comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i've worked retail more and more and learned new things, been exposed to different stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than years past, i had started to despise this time of year so many dub "the holidays". for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone who works retail, "the holidays" means higher traffic in your store, typically crabbier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;customers, really cheesy and almost too cheery tunes that should make you smile but instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make you want to grumble when you first hear them. the store fronts are decorated with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"best sale of the season!" and "great black friday specials!!" "holiday fashions now in!" and my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;favorite "warm up with great savings!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only do all of these things push and push and push the time of the year on us, but we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bombarded by images of the "perfect" family holiday -- movies, photos, commercials, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our expectations of each other rise.  this only breeds disappointment and typically (in my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;experience at least) arguments and fights that have no place at this time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problem is very clear to me, yet it amazes me at how many don't see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a society, we are using "the holidays" to try and create warm, fuzzy feelings within ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're attempting to manifest joy and 'peace on earth' in a 'cup of good cheer' when really all we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need is Jesus!  if we would just give our days and ourselves over to Him in all of their fullness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of these distractions would deter us from remembering the REAL reason for WHY we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have Thanksgiving, for WHY we have Christmas!! our AMAZING God came down in PHYSICAL form to this LOWLY earthly place, to be born in a body as we are, so that He could testify to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every good truth of God and to give us LIFE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, sure, those of us who are Christians do the "manger scenes" and "tell the Christmas story"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but our hearts aren't really in awe of Him and the actuality that the One who made EVERY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SINGLE THING in this life and the next left His PERFECT place to come among US filthy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinful and BROKEN... and He came in love. and He showed us what love IS. He taught us that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every good and perfect thing comes from Him, not our emotions, not our desires, not even our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good intentions to give during this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i pondered all of these things at work today i began to be filled more and more with a passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a hope to LIVE more FULLY this year and this season than ever i have before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in years past, Thanksgiving and Christmas to me would always be about the family time spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together baking, and shopping and watching specials on tv.  the bonding that occurred when we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would gift shop for each other was something that you couldn't just re-create....but still, on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving night, and Christmas night, i would go to bed and i couldn't help feeling that i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missed out on something huge.  ...maybe i hadn't sat close enough to my sisters, or maybe i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hadn't sung enough carols...but then again i knew that wasn't really it either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it all comes down to it, we are not loving Him as He deserves this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we aren't even seeing and knowing Him as He wants us to! we're letting the depiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of Him that the world has offered us year after year, cloud our minds with images of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him that may not even be true!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;example: our american depiction of the manger scene is 3 wise men bringing gifts to Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as an infant when in actuality, we do not know how many wise men there were! indeed yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they brought Him gifts of incense, gold and myrrh but no where in the Word does it say 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all of my blog readers, i challenge you to re-discover the Jesus you think you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is He who the world is painting a picture of or who He said He is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8373954332046675586?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8373954332046675586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8373954332046675586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8373954332046675586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8373954332046675586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-my-thoughts-just-dont-make.html' title='sometimes my thoughts just don&apos;t make sense.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-5402321163535201596</id><published>2010-11-24T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:47:23.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear sir or madam.. did you know that there is this AMAZING God who loves you??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's CRAZY about you!!!!!!! not only THAT but He wants to BE with YOU!! i know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;this might be weird coming from a perfect stranger like me but let me tell you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know how your life goes. maybe it's okay maybe it's horrid but it's all the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;same, at the end of the day when you lay your head down on that pillow or in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;those quiet moments where it's just you, you KNOW something is missing. now,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe you're trying to fill that void with successes or achievements, friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;or relationships, but let me tell you that He created that void just for Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;to fill!! He wants to be in a love relationship with you SO BADLY that He has&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;done EVERYTHING necessary to make it possible!!  if you would like to hear more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;just let me know, i'm always here&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5402321163535201596?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/5402321163535201596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=5402321163535201596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5402321163535201596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5402321163535201596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-6.html' title='letters. day 6.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-445114291007694915</id><published>2010-11-23T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:52:20.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear dreams... will you PLEASE align yourself to God?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and don't stop happening!! just because i'm content with whatever He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;gives me at a particular time doesn't mean i shouldn't keep dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so don't go away!! i remember when i thought you didn't exist anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;and you couldn't ever come back... i'm glad things have changed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;keep soaring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-445114291007694915?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/445114291007694915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=445114291007694915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/445114291007694915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/445114291007694915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-5.html' title='letters. day 5.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-1071405433919531222</id><published>2010-11-22T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:58:06.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear all 7 of my siblings (even you adam michael! can't wait to meet you someday!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;life has been CRAZY with all of you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldn't trade a single one of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;for anything in the world!!! i DO wish that you would all come to know the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus i do in the way i do, or even more! He loves you SO much more than you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;could ever imagine and it makes me really sad whenever i think that once we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;die i won't get to see you all again... if you turn to Him we can! we'll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;never be apart then! i will pray for you forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;love, your sis♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-1071405433919531222?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/1071405433919531222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=1071405433919531222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1071405433919531222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/1071405433919531222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-4.html' title='letters. day 4.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-338767401344006183</id><published>2010-11-20T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:59:40.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear mom &amp;amp; dad...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's so much i could say here, how many times we've fought, how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;much i still disagree with you on many things... we could reminisce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;about all of the fun times from growing up, the amazing times we still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;have, especially when its us 3 girls and you two in the van headed to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;somewhere yet nowhere at the same time. i could write about the millions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;of times i've helped you weed our garden, the countless tractor rides,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;even the day we got our cats! there are many stories i could dictate here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;like riding a ferry to madeline island then rock island and getting eaten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;alive by biting flies and mosquitoes just so we could see a lighthouse :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i could bring up mom's mountain dew addiction and dad's weird obsession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;with making us all laugh so hard we can't breathe *cough*anita*cough*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;...but instead of all of that... instead i choose to write the few&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;words that i know can sum it all up without saying too little or too much:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-338767401344006183?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/338767401344006183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=338767401344006183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/338767401344006183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/338767401344006183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-3.html' title='letters. day 3.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-4531570357435282586</id><published>2010-11-19T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:58:19.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; color: rgb(90, 90, 90); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear Jesus :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i don't have a crush but um... dear future potential husband...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm waiting for you mister! get a move on! haha kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but really, the thing i hope most for you is that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pursuing the Lord 100%. Not only do i want you to love Him more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;than me, but i also will need you to help lead me because that's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;how He designed us. i really hope also that you have a love and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;passion for music, and not just listening to it but singing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;or playing/performing it as well!! let me tell you, i'm excited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;to meet you like you probably don't even know =) i've never dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ANYONE so i hope that means something to you ♥ be blessed until we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-4531570357435282586?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/4531570357435282586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=4531570357435282586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4531570357435282586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/4531570357435282586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-2.html' title='letters. day 2.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-8296257991135628512</id><published>2010-11-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:43:51.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters. day 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;30 Daily Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You write a letter each day to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear Jesus :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love You with all that i know how.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;without You i know i'd be dead in an eternal torment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't deserve You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never walk away from You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ forever Yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-8296257991135628512?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/8296257991135628512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=8296257991135628512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8296257991135628512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/8296257991135628512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-day-1.html' title='letters. day 1.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3004550594104432995</id><published>2010-11-17T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:13:33.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brandon.</title><content type='html'>last friday, november 12, i did a photoshoot for my friend brandon&lt;div&gt;and had an overall enjoyable experience doing the shoot. it was SO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLD. but brandon was a really good sport and is quite photogenic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we may have almost died from frostbite &amp;amp; um the cold water...but we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got some great results!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/626d65f2.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/709e462c.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/b6574636.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/73680721.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/e2aa71b2.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/d0bbd9ab.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/975ba4e6.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3004550594104432995?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3004550594104432995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=3004550594104432995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3004550594104432995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3004550594104432995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/brandon.html' title='brandon.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-2881917029594076749</id><published>2010-11-17T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:39:41.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"dear everyone. God healed me of a whole bunch of stuff. He is awesome. the end."  ...aka, why i love Jesus and my friends :)</title><content type='html'>i just realized i need to post 9 more blogs before the end of the year &amp;amp; i'll have made it to 200 blogs! woo!! that's pretty exciting i suppose :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm i guess this blog is just an informative kind of thing for the people i don't get to talk to as often as i'd like. since life goes a million miles an hour (as i'm sure we're all aware) i find i often forget to tell certain people important things and likewise i'm sure i miss hearing important things from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay well, my weekend recap... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did a photoshoot for a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's fun to photograph &amp;amp; definitely something different than i'm used to so overall it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great experience...PLUS! i got some GREAT shots!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog with pics from his shoot are HERE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/brandon.html"&gt;http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/brandon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, i had to drive (fast!) to get my oil changed and as SOON as my oil was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed, i had to zoom off to baraboo (from lavalle mind you!) to get my tattoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jen and i both were getting them, hers more complex and artsy than mine...however...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she made me go first :P haha. here are some pics from our adventures there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/a111d3d0.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/2d76c4a9.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/96813da8.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/34b7f958.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/c047a067.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photobucket.com'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd211/bandmonkey08/tattoo/fc53cfb8.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Photobucket'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we stopped by Jen's friend Diana's hair shop, located not even a block away and then went to the mall, did some shopping, then back to my house for a chillaxing evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday i was SUPPOSED to shoot my friend Katie buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut the weather was NOT cooperating and was downright cold, nasty, gray and YUCK the WHOLE day... so it became a SUPER lazy day where i quite honestly slept, ate, watched tv and that's all haha. i've not had one of those in AGES so it was kind of nice.... since i had to go to bed early to get up early the next day, it was alright with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jen and i woke up at 4 a.m. to leave by 5 a.m. to go to KENOSHA!!!!!!!!!  i love it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the drive was long but with friends, road trips never really are long at all. add some disciple and a couple epic playlists, and you've got a great 3 hour time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once we got to keno, we met up with heidi and got starbucks!! yeah! i drank COFFEE! and i surprisingly LOVED it! mark it on your calendars!! haha!! but for real, it was an amazing morning time catching up with heidi then we headed over to the joint meeting and yay i got to see my cara duck! :) basically, i love meetings in keno... because it just feels RIGHT. the way they speak the Word, the way they wait on God and don't just perform a setlist... the way the words brought by the elders &amp;amp; leaders etc are truly what God wants... the way worship is just RIGHT... it's the BEST!! and ps, the people there are amazing too! everytime i visit i meet more and more people who are just SO WONDERFUL!! this time, i met someone whose name i do not remember (i almost never do lol sorry!) but talking to him was just GREAT! umm then cara introduced me to lori and they chatted for a few, i got to see kimmy and um..there was someone else... uhh i forget now... anyways then we went to Common Ground for lunch! i LOVE that place!!! umm then heidi went to a play, and cara and jen and i went to the mall in racine to kill some time and shop and just hang out yeah! umm 50% off clearance at hot topic, that's all i'm sayin!!!!!!!!! :) then we went to get heidi and to cara's house, then this AMAZING pizza place down by the lake that i forget the name of (see? i suck haha) where they had DOUBLE DECKER pizzas!! wow was that good stuff!!  after dinner we headed over to the building where the spark played &amp;amp; they set in some new elders! yeah!! it was sooo great to be there! those guys are definitely meant to be fulfilling those roles.  after that, i got to talk to some people i hadn't seen in MONTHS like bethany, tom, john... it was just WONDERFUL! but then we had to go and cara took jen &amp;amp; i back to my car and instead of leaving right away.. haha... we talked for like 2 and a half almost 3 hours xD but it was okay!  i wouldn't trade that time for anything in the world ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hours later and we were home =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after this weekend i'm absolutely certain about some things that God's BEEN speaking to me for awhile and i was hesitant about, and i am also certain about some new things He's told me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only all of that but i am just SO EXCITED about what He is doing and going to do!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ♥ Him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-2881917029594076749?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/2881917029594076749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=2881917029594076749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2881917029594076749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/2881917029594076749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-everyone-god-healed-me-of-whole.html' title='&quot;dear everyone. God healed me of a whole bunch of stuff. He is awesome. the end.&quot;  ...aka, why i love Jesus and my friends :)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-5331187730643969544</id><published>2010-11-17T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:01:07.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 things to do before you're 21 as prompted by 17 magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(done)1. Take a road trip.&lt;/strong&gt;Mapping the route, singing at the top of your lungs, and discovering new towns with friends is the &lt;em&gt;ultimate&lt;/em&gt; bonding experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;2. Learn to play a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;I can play only a few chords, but I love the expressive power of music — and the possibility that one day you can learn to create something beautiful through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;i&gt;__&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;3. Go skinny-dipping!&lt;/strong&gt;It's the most liberating thing ever. You have to let go of your insecurities when you take off your clothes. But you're hidden by the water — so it's like bending the rules. Who decided we have to wear clothes, anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(_)&lt;/strong&gt;4. Save $1,000.&lt;/strong&gt;Just seeing that big number in your bank account is rewarding — knowing you did it alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(kind of did this one...they're gone so it's hard to talk to them)&lt;/strong&gt;5. Know your grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;Ask them (or your parents) about their lives at your age. You might be shocked by how much insight they have — and the crazy things they did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(_)&lt;/strong&gt;6. Buy a lottery ticket.&lt;/strong&gt;But just one. Everyone should take one million-to-one shot in their lives — it's fun to dream such a big and outrageous dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;7. Win an award.&lt;/strong&gt;It doesn't matter if it's a contest for role models or pie-eating — you can be the best at something. And there's no fulfillment quite like everyone else knowing it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;8. Say "I love you."&lt;/strong&gt;It takes courage to be vulnerable. But it's the only way to create the possibility that someone will love you back the way you deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;_&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;9. Learn to drive a stick shift.&lt;/strong&gt;You never know when you'll get into a situation where you may need to know how. Plus, in terms of gas, these cars are better on your wallet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;10. Milk a cow.&lt;/strong&gt;I was terrified to do it, but conquering this small thing helped me do even bigger scary stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;11. Forgive someone.&lt;/strong&gt;A girl wrote "b****" on my locker when I was 16, and it always ate away at me inside. But when I made amends with her, the bad feelings evaporated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(i won't do this one because God is in control)&lt;/strong&gt;12. Have your fortune told.&lt;/strong&gt;Sure, it's kind of silly. But doing it is really a reminder that in the end, only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hold the power to chart your own destiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(_)&lt;/strong&gt;13. Go to a drive-in.&lt;/strong&gt;Seriously, the best place on earth! Where else can you watch a movie, get a great burger, talk and walk around with friends, and see the stars — all at the same time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;14. Do your own laundry.&lt;/strong&gt;It's the first step on the long (but gratifying) road to independence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;15. Ride a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;Okay, it might sound cheesy, but when you connect with this animal and the wind blows through your hair, it's the closest feeling to real freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ooh i gotta do this one!)&lt;/strong&gt;16. Donate your formal dresses.&lt;/strong&gt;You'll give someone the chance to be a princess for one night. (And, yes, it's okay to feel like one!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i've seen it in boston, but i want to be thrown about by it&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;17. See the ocean.&lt;/strong&gt;I felt so small next to this huge, timeless thing — and it inspired me to make the most of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(i've waitressed but not as an official job..i think that counts :P )&lt;/strong&gt;18. Waitress at least once.&lt;/strong&gt;Serving someone is humbling, plus it teaches you how to communicate and multitask — two skills you'll use forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;19. See one thing that is "the world's largest."&lt;/strong&gt;Even if it's just a frying pan — at least it can be your temporary claim to fame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i want to do this sooo bad!!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;20. Leave the country.&lt;/strong&gt;Going to England, I realized how narrow my world really was — and that travel was the best way I could expand it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;i&gt;it's easier to do this once you realize God made you :&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;21. Learn how to love your body.&lt;/strong&gt;I'm just now starting to feel perfect as I am because I have knobby knees and moles — not in spite of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-5331187730643969544?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/5331187730643969544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=5331187730643969544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5331187730643969544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/5331187730643969544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/21-things-to-do-before-youre-21-as.html' title='21 things to do before you&apos;re 21 as prompted by 17 magazine'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3384064341102296811</id><published>2010-11-07T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:22:13.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be a person of integrity.</title><content type='html'>have you ever questioned your integrity?&lt;div&gt;do you even know what integrity means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the definition of the word as defined by webster:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;integrity:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;adherence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;ethical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;principles;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;soundness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;moral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;character;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever questioned your integrity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is something i've been called out on lately by the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've begun to realize that at work and just in my day-to-day dealing with people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not a person of sound integrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with being in the business of retail especially, i am finding it hard to maintain this sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honesty and adhering to my morals. with my one job, i work clothing &amp;amp; fashion basically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so giving compliments and flattering people (especially women) is something that will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more often than not get them to purchase your product. with our high pressure to add-on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sell, sell, sell, i've realized that i will say things to people to persuade them, lie even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not okay with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so once i realized what was happening, my task then became clear, to change my actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and words to go back to my standards of integrity, not so people can say about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wow she is a woman of good character and integrity!" no. i want to be reflective of Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my words and actions and when i am being untruthful and i am wearing clothes that are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not modest (which is easy to do when you're expected to be "fasionable" and "in season") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not reflecting Him. in the words of Disciple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"how can you be of God when you look/when you dress/when you smell just like the world?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ultimate truth is that we as Christians cannot accept mediocrity and being "okay" if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we expect to be extraordinary and to change the world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the words of my church's pastor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Many of you get up early on Sunday mornings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; which is your only day to sleep in...that's WEIRD!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that statement he was speaking to the fact that our actions and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lives are not to be the same as those who do not know Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so let's be RADICAL! let's be a people of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and integrity with words and actions infallible!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is how we will change the world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-3384064341102296811?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/3384064341102296811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=3384064341102296811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3384064341102296811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/3384064341102296811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be-person-of-integrity.html' title='to be a person of integrity.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-6311406612824104868</id><published>2010-10-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:43:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scattered thoughts.</title><content type='html'>The colors.&lt;div&gt;The smells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To feel You as though Your presence was clinging to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me like frost against a windowpane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season isn't easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes abound for me but I am not afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches for so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things past, things to come...things I once shed tears over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REJOICE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance for Your King! He is HERE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this means??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired of the people who are so empty because they don't seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fulfillment! I long to help them find It, find Him, change their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world forever but I don't know how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why doesn't anyone WORSHIP Him like we know is right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do people SIT there on a Sunday morning just going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the motions, mouthing the words, standing still as can be, maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;closing your eyes but if you really KNOW Him how can you be so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAME???!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been on my heart lately and I don't know why, why God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is impressing this upon me, but please tell me, how can you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even for a SECOND that worshipping the KING is a setlist and not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all-consuming?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What good is it to speak and sing the words but not engage your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit and your heart AND your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get your body moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance for your King!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRAISE! HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3401821430221019469-6311406612824104868?l=lizziethellama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/feeds/6311406612824104868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3401821430221019469&amp;postID=6311406612824104868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/6311406612824104868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3401821430221019469/posts/default/6311406612824104868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziethellama.blogspot.com/2010/10/scattered-thoughts.html' title='scattered thoughts.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386133638995282484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Tlc6YS1mw/TshCy9IeK0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FFnVe3wVNmc/s220/orangeparty3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401821430221019469.post-3554324861856206401</id><published>2010-10-08T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:34:26.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healing begins.</title><content type='html'>thursday, october 7, 2010, i went to Rhinelander, WI with my friend jen and jared to see thousand foot krutch, disciple, and ivoryline perform...but mostly for disciple.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fully understand this concert and the impact it had on me, you first need to understand where i'm coming from emotionally, mentally, spiritually.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last couple of months have been beyond tough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holding on is harder to do when the waiting seems to be forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things had gotten so bad i had, at one point, lost hope completely, and was on the verge of taking my own life.  this is the story of how God used people, places, and one incredible concert, to change all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, let's begin with the dark, since it's much more pleasant to speak of the light, the dark is needed for contrast and though i have much shame for how it was, that shame does not hold me, because i know there are greater things to come out of all of this and every individual thing that is happening is to bring about a better ending, there is purpose in all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setting: 1 and a half to 2 months ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lonely. Depressed. Bluntly suicidal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really caring about anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A series of events happened that threw me back into this ridiculous darkness and i got stuck in the mindset of it doesn't matter because i had set an end goal. In October, Disciple was coming to wisconsin and i was going to see them and it was going to be the very last fun thing i did before i died. Plain and simple that was what i had planned, i had everything written out in a notebook, down to the last detail. i thought i was ready. i truly believed i had nothing left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, i had an experience one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i awoke one morning to my home being silent (which is rare) and being there all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(rarer still). on that day, from the very second i woke up i was being attacked, from all sides. it was about 2 weeks away from the Disciple concert i was going to and i was literally hearing, "why wait until then? you don't have any reason to wait." "do it now."  "you're home alone, no one will know for hours" "you're not worth 2 more weeks of life" and i was just so fed up with feeling so HEAVY and finally my knees hit the floor and through my tears i could barely whisper, 'Jesus, please' and then in this most terrible, beautiful, POWERFUL voice i heard, "ENOUGH!! I've already fought this." and the heaviness was gone, and i could breathe again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later that day when i was speaking to one of my very close friends, she flat out told me "i'm not angry with you for what you've decided to do, but i want you to know that if you go to that concert in that frame of mind, with those plans in your head, everything those guys are going to say and do will be in vain, they don't want you to do this, i don't want you to do this and God certainly doesn't want you to do this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that gave me a lot to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well, i was feeling much better, things were okay for once, and so i was able to surface and take a couple deep breathes before it went under again.  this time, i wasn't decided, i was wrestling day and night with my decision and whether or not to go through with my plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i even really have to say it, but "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" really helped me through this time, especially the songs "Eternity" and "Invisible".  There were days (and plenty of nights) where I spent hours with those songs on repeat clinging to hold on and not give up, with all the strength i had within me. those songs kept me afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i finally began to resurface, i was so grateful to Disciple for those songs and for how their ministry impacted my life at that time. they had their message boards with encouraging topics about biblical things, about hard things, a place to joke around, an incredible community. ( www.disciplerocks.com ) and so i made up my mind to write Kevin Young (lead singer) an email message thanking him for everything, something he could share with the rest of the band to hopefully show, even if only in a small way, just how grateful i was for them. and so i wrote him this email:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone back and forth over the last 3 days on whether or not to send this to you or not and finally I decided you guys deserve to know that before it’s release date, HS &amp;amp; HG is already making an impact on lives all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago, I had lost hope and was planning, down to the last detail, my suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I’d lost a lot of things very important to me and was sick of myself, sick of pain, sick of living.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a cutter for 7 years and just recently relapsed into that as well.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I downloaded the album and started listening to it and I though, “hey I’ll go to the show in Rhinelander on October 7th and have one last fun night before I go.” So, the next week I figured I’d listen to the album and learn the lyrics to the songs since I figured that would be the bulk of the show and kept getting caught by 3 songs, dear x, eternity, and invisible. Eternity is the reason I didn’t just end it right there, I’m not going to pretend there was any other reason because well, I want to see Jesus and that song kept reminding me of that day so I was like, I’ll wait, I’ll wait… and then Invisible would make me tear up and cry every single time because the line “I need you to believe me, can you trust me, that what you see is not what I see, the reflection in the mirror’s telling lies, cuz nothing you have done can change how much I love you” really hit me super hard. Still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was arguing with my friend (WanderingStar here on the boards) with all the reasons I didn’t need to live anymore and she flat out told me, “If you go to that concert with the intention of killing yourself the next day then what those guys are getting up there to do, the reason they’re doing all of this, will be wasted” which was the first time I actually stopped to really think about what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I’m still here and I don’t plan on leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you lead an intensely busy life and I don’t really expect a reply to this but I just really wanted to thank you guys (all of you so feel free to share this with everyone) from the bottom of my heart &amp;amp; soul for what you do. I wouldn’t be here without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you get on that stage in Rhinelander, WI for the Creation Tour, just know that I’m in that crowd because of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Liz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an unforeseen gesture, something i had hardly believed to happen, he read it, read it to the guys and then REPLIED to me, which, at the time, floored me. i was in a place of feeling so worthless and insignificant that an email message that probably took him a minute to write and send, touched my heart in ways i don't think he will ever know. this is what he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liz,&lt;br /&gt;that was probably the best email I have ever received. I just want you to know that you made the release day of our new CD one of the best days ever with that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold back the tears as I was reading your email. I want you to know that God's love for you is the most intense reality in the universe. His plan for you is real. The destiny He has for you is real. The gifts He has given you are special. You have purpose. You have life for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people that are dealing with the same things that you have been going through. I believe God will use you very soon to help bring people out of their pain, because you will be able to say to them, "I know how you feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed and thankful that God has touched your life through our music. Your message to me means more to me than you will ever know. Never give up. It's worth the pain. There is no trial or temptation that is too big for God. You can do all things through Christ. You are a daughter of God. And you are my sister in Christ. God bless you Liz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
