<?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-86264765142819626</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:12:36.204-06:00</updated><category term='healing'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category term='Blessing'/><category term='The Shack'/><category term='insecurities'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='relentliss'/><category term='Value'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Intimacy'/><category term='Protection'/><category term='Steward'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Creative Thinking'/><category term='Heaviness'/><category term='Maturity'/><title type='text'>Relentliss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-6853678276349969295</id><published>2009-06-30T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:28:03.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy'/><title type='text'>Solo Voice</title><content type='html'>God hears my voice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the crowd, my voice stands out. His ear is tuned to my voice. The other voices become background music that only amplifies my voice. He hears me best because He's closest to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the same way, let every voice around me become background music to the only solo I need to hear. Tune my ear only to His voice. Let me hear Him best because of how close I am to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always moving closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-6853678276349969295?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6853678276349969295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=6853678276349969295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/6853678276349969295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/6853678276349969295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/solo-voice.html' title='Solo Voice'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-8764135078176938623</id><published>2009-03-15T23:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:15:16.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><title type='text'>Try Outs: Determining God's Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;You know when you are entertaining the idea of something and you know it's not God's plan but you convince yourself it could be? How &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Do I not believe the Lord is capable of speaking clearly enough for me to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Do I think God leads me to an open door blindfolded and then dips out, leaving me stranded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Why do I think that feeling unsure means I should act on my ideas to determine the answer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Where do you draw the line between acting foolishly and taking risks? What I've figured out, in my own limited realm of life, is to look at the motivation behind it. When it comes to taking risks, I usally feel fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of rejection, or loss of control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it comes to acting foolish, I tend to feel like I might be missing out on something. Or, it just looks like fun. That stems from not trusting that the Lord always knows what's best for me. I feel like God's best is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel my best is better than His best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you out-best The Best? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't have the formula for determining God's will for your life but trying something out usually doesn't work. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If God said it, you don't have to try it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you feel like trying it out to see what it's like, then the Lord hasn't spoken yet. Divine declarations kinda take the guessing out of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-8764135078176938623?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8764135078176938623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=8764135078176938623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8764135078176938623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8764135078176938623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-outs-determining-god.html' title='Try Outs: Determining God&apos;s Plan'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-3496312022066383346</id><published>2009-03-12T22:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:33:17.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><title type='text'>Shooting Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canajun.com/ottawa/tourism/pictures/intro/tulip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://www.canajun.com/ottawa/tourism/pictures/intro/tulip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;"Our days on earth are like grass; like&lt;br /&gt;wildflowers, we bloom and die. The&lt;br /&gt;wind blows, and we are gone- as though we&lt;br /&gt;had never been here. But the love of&lt;br /&gt;the Lord remains &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; with those who fear Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Psalm 103.16-17 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nothing I do will last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can leave no legacy. The only thing that lasts is God's love. No good deeds, no good reputation, no life-changing event lasts the test of time. Only the love of the Lord lasts. The only effect I can ever hope to have on eternity is to plant and water the seed of His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorkpersonalinjuryattorneyblog.com/uploaded_images/Syringe-715850.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://www.newyorkpersonalinjuryattorneyblog.com/uploaded_images/Syringe-715850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think of it like being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/syringe"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;syringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. Injecting God's love into everything I come into contact with- sometimes the injection brings healing, sometimes protection, sometimes drawing the disease itself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The syringe can affect nothing outside of itself, it can only take what it has and use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't spend all it's time trying to fill itself up.The syringe doesn't decide what or how much goes into it. It simply seeks the right place to inject and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fulfills its purpose continuously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;More importantly, it does not judge the one needing the injection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Injections are limitless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Regardless of the need, the syringe performs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not the cure- just the tool being used to bring the cure. I'm not the miracle, it's the skill of the hands who hold the syringe. It's not the syringe that lasts, but the healing that the syringe brings. &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/86264765142819626-3496312022066383346?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3496312022066383346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=3496312022066383346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3496312022066383346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3496312022066383346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/shooting-up.html' title='Shooting Up'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-5119666438302671475</id><published>2009-03-02T11:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:33:35.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaviness'/><title type='text'>Heaviness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This came to me in church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times we feel so heavy, the weight of the world literally on our shoulders. We struggle to carry it, to stand, to even kneel with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creates the opportunity for intimacy with the Lord. It can be an invitation to Him to literally come between us and the weight. His body covering mine, He shoulders the burden. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He carries the weight as He carries me.&lt;/span&gt; His shoulders bear the weight, my shoulders bear the glory of intimacy with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaviness breeds initmacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-5119666438302671475?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5119666438302671475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=5119666438302671475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/5119666438302671475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/5119666438302671475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/heaviness.html' title='Heaviness'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-7893118735381820029</id><published>2009-01-31T14:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:54:52.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steward'/><title type='text'>Bless and Possess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Acts 4:32 All the believers were united in heart and mind. And they felt that what they owned was not their own, so they shared everything they had. NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can I feel that my possessions are not my own so that the pursuit of money isn't my priority? Even the things I buy or own were bought with His money. I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;steward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of every blessing and increase He gives me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;financial or otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Am I a good steward of the people, positions, opportunities, relationships, gifts, talents, and abilities that God has blessed me with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-7893118735381820029?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7893118735381820029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=7893118735381820029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/7893118735381820029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/7893118735381820029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/bless-and-possess.html' title='Bless and Possess'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-6275121262233553322</id><published>2009-01-09T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:20:11.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><title type='text'>Calcul8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ps 139.23-24 Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I asked God to point out anything in me that offends Him. He said, "Your anxious thoughts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not everything can be calculated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You want to take my blessings and wrap them up in a neat box. There cannot be overflow without an open box. How can I open up the windows of Heaven and pour out my blessings into a closed box? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My blessings can't be managed because that inplies limitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My blessings are limitless and can only be received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Open wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-6275121262233553322?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6275121262233553322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=6275121262233553322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/6275121262233553322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/6275121262233553322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/calcul8.html' title='Calcul8'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-1983083336293015035</id><published>2009-01-01T15:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:05:49.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Thinking'/><title type='text'>Cre8ve Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Romans 12:2 Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't want to copy what's been done before. Anyone can imitate what they've seen before. It shows the mark of individuality, of talent, of being truly set apart to create what's only been seen in the mind's eye. We are achieving our goal of being Christlike when we reproduce the occupation of our own Creator. His Word is creative, the gifts He has placed in us are creative, His timing is creative. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Holy Spirit inside us is creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyone can follow a path that's already been paved. Jesus did not come so we could walk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; path to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;intimate place with the Father. He came so that we would see that that place exists, that we could learn how to create our own path, and that once He left, we would always know our way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-1983083336293015035?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1983083336293015035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=1983083336293015035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1983083336293015035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1983083336293015035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/cre8ve-thinking.html' title='Cre8ve Thinking'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-8810275813897592234</id><published>2008-12-26T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:12:46.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Value of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight, again, I was asking God, "Who is going to make a big deal about me? When will I make friends who love me back as much as I love them?" And again, God reminded me that my value is not in how people treat me or how they feel about me. My value is in the fact that He created me to have value. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He gives me value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The love I give away has value and the love I receive also has value. But it's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; value- it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; value. So I can keep giving and giving but my source hasn't changed. It never runs dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just because people don't love me the way I want them too doesn't mean it's not love. If their love doesn't look like my love, does that mean it has no value? That's prejudice. I've tried my whole life to prove that I'm not prejudiced. Why do I feel like my standards are good enough that the whole world should live by them? I never died on a cross for anyone. I do have high standards. Lord, why am I so different? Why are my standards so high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-8810275813897592234?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8810275813897592234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=8810275813897592234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8810275813897592234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8810275813897592234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-again-i-was-asking-god-who-is.html' title='The Value of Love'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-8017185064611098632</id><published>2008-10-20T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:14:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Night</title><content type='html'>“Jacob, where do you find the strength to carry on in life?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is often heavy only because we attempt to carry it,” said Jacob. “But I do find a strength in the ashes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the ashes?” asked Mr. Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Jacob, with a confirmation that seemed to have traveled a great distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see, Mr. Gold, each of us is alone.  Each of us is in the great darkness of our ignorance.  And, each of us is on a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the process of our journey, we must bend to build a fire for light, and warmth, and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But when our fingers tear at the ground, hoping to find the coals of another’s fire, what we often find is the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And, in those ashes, which will not give us light or warmth, there may be sadness, but there is also testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because these ashes tell is that somebody else has been in the night, somebody else has bent to build a fire, and somebody else has carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And that can be enough, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Noah benShea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-15.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read complete post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-8017185064611098632?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-15.html' title='In the Night'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8017185064611098632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=8017185064611098632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8017185064611098632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8017185064611098632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-night.html' title='In the Night'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-3256216295770969412</id><published>2008-09-27T18:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:10:03.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Immunity</title><content type='html'>I recently had to deal with a relationship problem. Wow, super unusual I'm sure. I was dreading the confrontation of it but I was in prayer at church on Wednesday. I felt like God gave me a little insight into relationships. First, I am female. Shocker, for anyone who knows me. I am more in tune with relationships than guys. I like relationships, I need them, I want them. So, pretty big priority in my life. So of course, also a big trap where I could potentially fall. Then God led me to David. He was known for a heart after God. After all, Papa G Himself said it. (I have it in writing.) So a lot of people want to be like David and want Papa G to say something equally as cool and memorable. Looking at the life of David, he was all about relationship. With his father. With his sheep. With Samuel. Then with Saul. Especially with Jonathan. And Michal. With his people. But first and foremost, always with God. He didn't care to get undignified before God in his worship, He refused to model himself after Saul's ways, and he was constantly pursuing the Father. So relationship was almost as important to him as to females everywhere. Almost. Now where did David fall? Oh yeah. Relationship. ADULTEROUS relationship. With a FEMALE. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So it's very likely for me to fall and for relationships to be something that divides me from others, takes me away from God, and potentially leaves me feeling isolated.&lt;/span&gt; I took this as a warning from God to be protective over my relationships. Even in dealing with the confrontation ahead of me, I knew I had to be honest and not just say everything was okay. But I also knew I had to say it in a way that would protect the other person and not come off as critical or accusing. I'm known for being that way so it would be harder than just letting word vomit come out of my mouth. But I believe God showed me that as a reminder to protect myself in relationships and to protect the relationships I truly value because they are still a potential trap for me and everyone else involved. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was made for relationship but that doesn't keep me immune from its traps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I had some quiet time at a "cabin" by the "lake" which was very peaceful and took me to a place I need to be with Papa G. Check it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852627911837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GpRaciPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AbT2ejmjWrY/s200/DSC02765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852628143309906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GpSRohFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z9gZ6qto4_g/s200/DSC02772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852632912316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GpkCpxsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nZI3KXf-Wok/s200/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852634524270418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GpqC-P1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BjvPvTIP-tw/s200/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852642082122274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GqGM56iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H2lWr7LBWQo/s200/DSC02778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-3256216295770969412?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3256216295770969412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=3256216295770969412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3256216295770969412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3256216295770969412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/09/immunity.html' title='Immunity'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SN7GpRaciPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AbT2ejmjWrY/s72-c/DSC02765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-1285065962874092286</id><published>2008-09-15T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:23:18.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shack'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you want to know more about God, read The Shack. If you want to understand Jesus better, read The Shack. If you aren't sure if the Holy Spirit is real, read The Shack. If you just love to read, read The Shack. If you hate to read, read The Shack. If you do nothing else this year in your life, read The Shack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This book has given me a whole new perspective on life and my relationship with God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. This book has meat for all ages, plenty of things to chew on. It hits on many major questions the world has for God as well as realistic situations that we all go through. This book is fiction but I believe it contains revelation of who God is and how our relationship with Him can really be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to just share some of my favorite quotes from the book and hope that it will inspire you to read it for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Once the Creation was broken, true fathering would be much more lacking than mothering...an emphasis on fathering is necessary because of the enormity of its absence." pg 94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Humans are not defined by their limitations, but by the limitations that I have for them; not by what they seem to be, but by everything it means to be created in my image." pg 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"We work within your systems even while we seek to free you from them." pg 123&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Rights are where survivors go, so that they won't have to work out relationships." pg 137&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Genuine relationships are marked by submission even when your choices are not helpful or healthy." pg 145&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS Go ahead and buy it. You will be doing a ton of highlighting, page folding, and rereading. It's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-1285065962874092286?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://theshackbook.com/' title='The Shack'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1285065962874092286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=1285065962874092286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1285065962874092286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1285065962874092286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/09/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-3131914544714638168</id><published>2008-09-06T17:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:23:46.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SMMG2Af40lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5xD2v9j8JNQ/s1600-h/TheShack-Animated.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243041916105839186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SMMG2Af40lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5xD2v9j8JNQ/s200/TheShack-Animated.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SMMGkh2uBYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9StqcSB6mDc/s1600-h/TheShack-Animated.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I figure since most of our hurts come from relationships, so will our healing. - Willie P. Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote has stuck with me all day and my mind has went crazy analyzing the different meanings contained in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel rejected by God or disappointed by Him, confused, betrayed, and so on and what's the first thing we do? Run to other people. We look for other people and relationships to love us the way we want God to love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or vice versa. Other people have hurt me so I run to God to avenge me but mostly, I'm looking for revenge. I run to God to snitch on my friends and expect Him to change them, but He always ends up changing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the most common. We are in a relationship with someone, they cut us, we replace them with a new relationship. I need to prove to myself that I am worth it, that I am good enough. So I will find someone else to fulfill the relationship I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if our healing comes from the very same relationship that hurt us? What if when God does something I don't undestand, I look for healing and a deeper relationship with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying new relationships can't heal old hurts. I'm saying, do we go into new relationships looking for healing? Or do we play them the same way and hope they turn out differently? I'm guilty. I go about things the same way and rationalize with myself that I already know I can handle the hurt if it happens again. Been there, done that. I go into it knowing I can survive. I don't go into it thinking I can be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is often some compensation in every trial, if one looked hard enough. - Willie P. Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What are you looking for? If you look hard enough, you'll find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-3131914544714638168?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3131914544714638168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=3131914544714638168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3131914544714638168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/3131914544714638168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/09/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SMMG2Af40lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5xD2v9j8JNQ/s72-c/TheShack-Animated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-2036619468984419681</id><published>2008-09-02T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:24:35.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maturity'/><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>People have hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've learned. I feel anger toward them and I want to make them feel the same pain (or worse) than what they made me feel. But after I've dealt with the anger- really dealt with it- I end up knowing God in a new way. I wouldn't trade that for anything. I know God in a way you couldn't possibly understand. I can rely on Him to bring me through the next hurt because I've already been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people I have hurt, I hope that they realized this lesson even sooner than I did. I don't set out intending to hurt others. But then again, I don't set out to protect them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt is a part of life. Maturity isn't until you choose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge isn't given, it's sought. I &lt;em&gt;seek &lt;/em&gt;to know God better through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; situation. I don't always accomplish that goal but I'm pursuing it. I've been hurt and I'll hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I walked away better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-2036619468984419681?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2036619468984419681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=2036619468984419681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/2036619468984419681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/2036619468984419681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/09/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-1208071117351222830</id><published>2008-08-08T10:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:29:04.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>My Person(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if you are a fan of Grey's Anatomy then I hope my title made you giggle or maybe just a sentimental smile as you imagine Meredith and Cristina in an awkward embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232234481323649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJyhigjYqvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G3kUayGY5mg/s200/328212917_3b72ff9da8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night Shellie spoke about your three people. (Yay, another list!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father: The usually older, wiser, more experienced person who invests in your life, who teaches you, mentors, etc. Let's call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pauly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brother: This is the person who walks with you, goes through life with you, supports, encourages, and just stands besides you. His name is Barnabus but we'll call him &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Son: This is the person that you invest your life into. Taking the things you learned from Pauly, the things you shared with Brother B and pouring that into someone else's life. And who else is he but Timothy aka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tiny Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was thinking about these people in my life. I have three main father-figures. I feel like I have about four or so daughters. But I really only have a couple Brother B's in my life. As I was thinking about this, I decided that I'm not a very good Brother B either. It's easy for me to find older people and question them and observe them and learn from them. It's easy for me to teach younger people who haven't been through what I already have. But it's hard for me to really walk beside someone and truly believe in them. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard for me to believe in myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If it's outside of my gifts and talents, I don't really wanna try it. If I'm not good at it, why bother? I don't enjoy being sucktacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm too busy trying to look better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's easy for me to be transparent with people older who I can learn from and people younger who can learn from me. But with people that are on my level, I don't want then to think they have the edge on me. So I try to seem mysterious by not being truthful. I can take correction coming from a father but from a brother, it always feels like criticism. And even as I typed that, I was thinking that problem probably comes from the fact that I have a critical spirit toward my own sisters. And they know that.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm afraid to not be the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; And again, this stems from my own insecurities. But how can I encourage others when I'm afraid they won't like me if I'm not the best? So...encouraging others takes confidence in yourself. You have to be comfortable enough with who you are to encourage other people to be more than they are...more than you are. And I struggle with that. I struggle with seeing who people can become. I limit them with my own labels of who they should be. And then when they don't live up to my silly expectations, I get hurt? That is no sense-making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't really believe in you and number two was really long.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know that is really...mean. And shallow. But again, based on my own insecurities. I know that God can change anything, fix anyone, and do whatever He wants. He is very capable. But I don't always believe He will do it for me. And if He hasn't done it for me yet...how can I truly believe He will do it for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;For me, being Brother B is the most difficult. It takes a lot of faith. Apparently, more than I currently have. Maybe it's a struggle for you to take correction from authority or hard to be loved by a father. Maybe you have a hard time getting close to younger people and sharing your past. But all three of these are important concepts and important steps to maturity. How can I be a mother and a daughter and not know how to be a sister? I look at it like this. I learn how to be a mother by watching my mother. I learn how to be a daughter by having my own daughters. But who teaches me how to be a sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-1208071117351222830?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1208071117351222830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=1208071117351222830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1208071117351222830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/1208071117351222830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-persons.html' title='My Person(s)'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJyhigjYqvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G3kUayGY5mg/s72-c/328212917_3b72ff9da8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-8992300899672858527</id><published>2008-08-08T10:04:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:30:37.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Either/Or</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166298010460610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJxjht6vIcI/AAAAAAAAADw/HrT9Q6m461c/s200/51NEFGCM08L._SS500_" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Abraham raised his knife and blessed His God.&lt;br /&gt;Fully intending to obey his God and fully believing God would still fulfill His promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The greatest act of Abraham’s faith was leaving the fulfilling up to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Joanna Weaver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my big problems is that I can't do both. From my perspective, I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJxjMKWGtBI/AAAAAAAAADg/vKhSGxsTGN0/s1600-h/51NEFGCM08L._SS500_"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;either obey God or I get what I want, but never both. Obviously, everything is not about what I want. But let's be honest, that's the way I view life. So I have two choices. Get what I want, or don't. But this quote made me realize...there is a third choice. The third choice is having enough faith to believe I can have both. Abraham had enough faith and a big enough God that he knew God could do it even if he couldn't understand how. Abraham was willing to put a knife to his son because He knew God could raise him from the dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;By faith, Abraham, at the time of testing, offered Isaac back to God. Acting in faith, he was as ready to return the promised son, his only son, as he had been to receive him—and this after he had already been told, "Your descendants shall come from Isaac." Abraham figured that if God wanted to, he could raise the dead. Hebrews 11.17 (MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now my third choice is to believe both at the same time. Here's how I see it. (Now I will make a list because that makes me feel accomplished.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I obey and I get what I want&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I want the right things so it's easy to obey and still get what I wanted in the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I obey and God changes what I want&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes my obedience will cause God to change what I want to match what He wants. So then I still get what I want but more importantly, He gets what He wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I obey and I deal with not getting what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes the answer is just no. Sometimes I want the wrong things. Sometimes God doesn't explain. But in the end, I was obedient. And this opens up an opportunity for me to know God in a way I didn't know before. He is now my comforter, my strength, my support, my guidance, my hiding place, and the healer of my broken heart. So technically I still didn't get what I originally wanted. And not because God is mean. But because God wants the best for me more than to make me happy. And the best thing for me is to know God in a new way and find a new place with Him. And yeah, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-8992300899672858527?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8992300899672858527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=8992300899672858527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8992300899672858527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/8992300899672858527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/08/eitheror.html' title='Either/Or'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJxjht6vIcI/AAAAAAAAADw/HrT9Q6m461c/s72-c/51NEFGCM08L._SS500_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-4062634396402339542</id><published>2008-06-16T16:45:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:31:09.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><title type='text'>Beauty for Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is to connect with God. Even when I don't read my Bible once throughout my entire vacation, God still likes to drop me a line here and there. So here is what God taught me on the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJteHoHZCrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KZO6l8BfHEc/s1600-h/n48005631_32284752_8367.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231878877241477810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJteHoHZCrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KZO6l8BfHEc/s200/n48005631_32284752_8367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the sand with the waves splashing over my feet and I was grabbing handfuls of sand and letting it wash away. Then this seashell literally flew into my hand as the waves washed back. It was a normal shape and a normal color but it had one large and one small cut on it's surface and through the opening was a pinky purple color. I had been talking to God about a situation that had really hurt my heart...on vacation, it was my chance to get away from it all and I really hoped to finally be healed. I just want to be done with it and not have to think about it every day. What I felt like God spoke to me was that I should be thankful that my heart was cut. It's through the cutting that the true beauty can be revealed. Each cut I receive feels so painful but it's making me more beautiful. For the most part, I am normal on the outside- normal shape, normal color- but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are different than anyone else's- different shape, different color. The color people see in your cuts is beautiful too, but not the same as my pinky purple. We are each beautiful because we've all been cut open differently- different directions, different depths- and to reveal a different beauty. Our cuts hurts the same hurt and drip the same blood but God continually gives us beauty for ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment&lt;br /&gt;of praise for the spirit of heaviness... Isaiah 61:3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e161/fabuliss/DSC01837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then when I turned the seashell over, I noticed that the pinky purple covered the inside. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The beauty was there all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Somebody just had to cut it out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e161/fabuliss/DSC01839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it was God's will to bruise His own Son, why shouldn't He bruise me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If God can accomplish His purposes in this world through a broken heart, then why not thank Him for breaking yours? -Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So once I found this shell, of course I had to keep it- you know, for sentimental purposes. So what else to do with it so that I wouldn't lose it? I did what any other resourceful girl would do- stuck it down my bathing suit top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86264765142819626-4062634396402339542?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4062634396402339542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=4062634396402339542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/4062634396402339542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/4062634396402339542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-for-ashes.html' title='Beauty for Ashes'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJteHoHZCrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KZO6l8BfHEc/s72-c/n48005631_32284752_8367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86264765142819626.post-163766722438638500</id><published>2008-06-16T16:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:31:51.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relentliss'/><title type='text'>Relentliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJs855RRKAI/AAAAAAAAABs/evuMEq1WGzc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231842357444421634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJs855RRKAI/AAAAAAAAABs/evuMEq1WGzc/s200/untitled.bmp" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The purpose of this blog is selfish. I want to be able to look back and see the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; way that God was moving and speaking in my day-to-day life. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; want to see what He did for me, how He blessed me, where He unexpectedly showed up, when He changed me, and why I love Him. I want to watch myself grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relentless has a personal meaning for me - I want to be relentless in pursuing God. No matter what that means, no matter what my circumstances are, no matter what it costs, I hope that Jesus can describe me as relentless for Him. As a very wise Jonathan once told me, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Carrying the mantle is not cheap or easy. But it's worth it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I know that I have spelled it relent'liss' but that's because Liss is my nickname. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also this represents a song from Misty Edward's CD Relentless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Won't Relent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You won't relent until you have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll set you as a seal, upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a seal upon my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For there is love, that is as strong as death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jealousy demanding as the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And many waters, cannot quench this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come be the fire inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come be the flame upon my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come be the fire inside of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until you and I are one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Fantastic CD.&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/86264765142819626-163766722438638500?l=relentliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/feeds/163766722438638500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86264765142819626&amp;postID=163766722438638500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/163766722438638500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86264765142819626/posts/default/163766722438638500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relentliss.blogspot.com/2008/06/faceliss.html' title='Relentliss'/><author><name>Relentliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499113971646153674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SawTShIFkzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v-aVyRW_Adk/S220/DSC024655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0VpePZ6ngAE/SJs855RRKAI/AAAAAAAAABs/evuMEq1WGzc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
