<?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-6506397496073997178</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:55:16.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you will go out in joy and be led forth in peace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-4575446916312129892</id><published>2009-05-14T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:14:19.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me the grace...to open the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i need to remember some things God has done in the desert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. met me in edmond. set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. He let me rest in His perfect peace and joy immediately. no earning it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. brought people into my life in fort collins for my support and encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. answered multiple prayers very very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. gave me a clear vision of my near future. what to do where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. taught me multiple lessons on myself and how to live being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. provided financially for wrecking annas car and for my root canal and crown. He's in charge of perfect timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. let me experience restoration and redemption with my brother and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. forgive and love me even though ive already given into temptation of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. shown me growth and maturity have happened even if i sometimes feel like im living on square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. by His grace... there's still more gardening being done in this desert im in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-4575446916312129892?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4575446916312129892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-graceto-open-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4575446916312129892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4575446916312129892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-graceto-open-door.html' title='give me the grace...to open the door'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-1321277812039851785</id><published>2009-05-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:11:20.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replacement is better than removal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;people tend to call me weird. and strange. and sometimes crazy...&lt;br /&gt;my desire was to let these comments slide right off my back or even better&lt;br /&gt;to take them as compliments no matter what the original intentions were.&lt;br /&gt;i did a pretty good job of the latter for quite a bit. BUT it was still like i was trying...&lt;br /&gt;God has been so wonderfully faithful to tell me who i am. His princess...His wonderfully weird creation.&lt;br /&gt;and i believed it. but then the comments seemed to come tenfold. and the enemy used this as means&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of how i used to feel about myself. why i hated who i truly am and became a depressed&lt;br /&gt;boring "regular" person. because other people see me as weird.&lt;br /&gt;the other night...after having a long stressful week i collapsed under the weight.&lt;br /&gt;God's faithfulness remained though.&lt;br /&gt;i called my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i broke down and told him how i felt. how people's words still hurt and how i knew the devil was trying to&lt;br /&gt;get me to believe the old stupid lies. and i couldnt stand much longer.&lt;br /&gt;he said let's pray char.&lt;br /&gt;He prayed a very simple powerful prayer.&lt;br /&gt;He asked God to replace my feelings in response to people calling me weird.&lt;br /&gt;He told the old attachments that came with the word weird to go and replaced them with the JOY of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;because i am weird. and God LOVES that.&lt;br /&gt;After this he said amen...and then..."char you are WEIRD!"&lt;br /&gt;i laughed the most ridiculous laugh and couldnt stop for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;isn't God beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;replacement of my emotion is way better than removal of words!&lt;br /&gt;not only am i a princess...i get to be a weird thing of God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength."&lt;br /&gt;            1. Corinthians 1:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6506397496073997178-1321277812039851785?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1321277812039851785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/replacement-is-better-than-removal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/1321277812039851785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/1321277812039851785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/replacement-is-better-than-removal.html' title='replacement is better than removal'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-4601952163501289800</id><published>2009-04-29T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:46:51.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i didn't think i liked cats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so curiosity killed the cat&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure i agree with that&lt;br /&gt;i think this is a saying gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;i think we should be curious for however long&lt;br /&gt;it takes to plunge head first&lt;br /&gt;into the unknown water that quenches thirst&lt;br /&gt;i am curious to know what it could be&lt;br /&gt;if i truly found the end of me&lt;br /&gt;what would it look like...where would i end?&lt;br /&gt;but i am not yet curious enough to bend&lt;br /&gt;they make it a warning, those silly "they"&lt;br /&gt;if that cat only stuck to the normal way&lt;br /&gt;it would be so safe it would be so sound&lt;br /&gt;it would not be buried underground&lt;br /&gt;ah but the sad little kittens who follow the norm&lt;br /&gt;they have no curiosity, will they ever transform?&lt;br /&gt;i never am quite satisfied my oh so curious soul&lt;br /&gt;i am quite grateful for this pushes me to the goal&lt;br /&gt;i am curious to know how deep i can live&lt;br /&gt;how much He would show me, how much He would give&lt;br /&gt;He promises an outpouring, He promises even more than that&lt;br /&gt;oh how i forever wish to be curious as a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6506397496073997178-4601952163501289800?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4601952163501289800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-didnt-think-i-liked-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4601952163501289800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4601952163501289800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-didnt-think-i-liked-cats.html' title='and i didn&apos;t think i liked cats...'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-6923867512019352774</id><published>2009-04-21T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:34:17.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of good words start with R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i must speak of a certain favorite holiday of mine..&lt;br /&gt;this holiday is national marijuana day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;april 20th.&lt;br /&gt;it has a new name. and it is very wordy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;revelation-restoration-rehabilitation-revolution day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(the letter R just isn't given enough credit in the alphabet...)&lt;br /&gt; really thats the year's name. 2009 is the year of the 4 R's.&lt;br /&gt;but 4/20 was a beautiful reminder of this.&lt;br /&gt;Joy and unearthly energy were abundant in my soul all day long!&lt;br /&gt;mmmm...my God is abundant.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lesson when asked to smoke a bowl about temptation and leaving your past behind. saying no is a rather difficult thing when a feeling of missing the past hits because of the pretty disguised box it comes in.&lt;br /&gt;mmm...my God never gives me more than i can handle and the devil really does flee when you resist him.&lt;br /&gt;i watched the sun set (complete with gorgeous colors) while God restored my sister and i's relationship over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...RESTORATION of a relationship set up by God that satan had crippled by lies for too many years. man. i could talk about this all night. im just soooo stoked! amy leigh. man. my heart could burst from God's love that restored our relationship to something so beautiful. im honored. should i use the word restored again? God restored my relationship with my sister!!!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;in closing...4/20 was a day of many things but its effects recharged my soul!&lt;br /&gt;another R.&lt;br /&gt;to continue the revolution thats already begun!&lt;br /&gt;and today was refreshing by the way...&lt;br /&gt;revelation&lt;br /&gt;rehabilitation&lt;br /&gt;restoration&lt;br /&gt;revolution&lt;br /&gt;recharging&lt;br /&gt;refreshment&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to experience the letter R. that's a fact : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&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/6506397496073997178-6923867512019352774?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6923867512019352774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-of-good-words-start-with-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6923867512019352774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6923867512019352774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-of-good-words-start-with-r.html' title='Lots of good words start with R'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-6308977922036526701</id><published>2009-04-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:50:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; font-family: arial;"&gt;i have had this pair of moccasins since junior year in high school. ive worn them at least 6 days a week every week since then. no joke. i know they're just shoes but they have been a trusty companion for 6 years on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;they started unraveling today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;they're comfy. lasted for quite a while. been a friend of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;im kinda emotional about it almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;hard to let go of something you rely on even if it's shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;this is interesting timing for a few reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i feel like my jump on what could look like the big curly slide at big splash started my junior year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;its been a crazy twisted downward spiral since then. but then i reached the end and landed in a wonderfully welcoming deep pool of refreshing water this past fall. its been 6 months of being in this body of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and now shoes ive worn 6 days a week, for 6 years...started unraveling 6 months after God dunked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i think im gunna get baptized again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and i think it's time for new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;maybe water proof ones.&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/6506397496073997178-6308977922036526701?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6308977922036526701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6308977922036526701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6308977922036526701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-shoes.html' title='my shoes'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-891041482660088729</id><published>2009-04-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:47:23.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-size: small; font-family: arial;"&gt;i have nothing left to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He has captured my heart completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He holds it in His hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i am not my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He bought me with a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;His life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but the day we choose to remember Him completing His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in a couple days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i feel Him calling me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;come die once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;those last dependencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the last comfortable dwellings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the last of pointless clinging to things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;pick up your cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;come follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i have nothing left to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"if anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6506397496073997178-891041482660088729?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/891041482660088729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-not-my-own.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/891041482660088729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/891041482660088729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-not-my-own.html' title='i am not my own'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-154139049142263101</id><published>2009-03-25T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:33:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;loved fiercely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;l&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/6506397496073997178-154139049142263101?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/154139049142263101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/154139049142263101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/154139049142263101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-moment.html' title='this moment'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-5206471507052369879</id><published>2009-03-24T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:43:04.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no power means only His power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the power is completely out in my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;tried jumping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;this is how ive felt the last two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the only things ive had the energy to do is weakly cry out to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and even then a bit desperately. almost in fear i was left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the car thing is painful especially since i just dealt with a car issue (that God totally and completely provided for).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;BUT. this very trial is the realization of my internal issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;when the power goes out i need to tap into the source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the only thing that is my strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;life i funny. my life is funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my faith is going to be tested over and over, but this is what develops perseverance and perseverance must finish its course so i wont lack anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;mmmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;weird that im grateful my car is powerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-5206471507052369879?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5206471507052369879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-power-means-only-his-power.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/5206471507052369879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/5206471507052369879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-power-means-only-his-power.html' title='no power means only His power!'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-2690065625528937461</id><published>2009-03-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:52:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who im meant to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;im a typically nice person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i noticed today that when i start to get confident in me at all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i lose who i was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my patience with people tends to be really low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but im still nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i feel this rushed feeling of getting through conversations and interactions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;only to rush through the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yet im still nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dont really want to be nice anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to be the charlsey God created me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;where ive been nailed to the cross with Jesus and am a living, breathing vessel of LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;love isnt just nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt; it's patient. kind. it doesn't envy. it doesn't boast. it isn't rude, proud, easily angered. it's not self seeking nor does it keep any record of wrongs. it rejoices with the truth and always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;man a whole lot more than nice. and what i desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i can't do these things: be these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i can only be nice and smile on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats too skin deep now. i want to be soul deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;how did i even let two days go by without being with the One that will fill me up with these things? that will abundantly pour His love into me that can only overflow into others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dont know. but i will  remember this moment. where the disgust i feel for myself morphs into a passionate craving for the Love of my life to be all that i cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dont understant it all. but how lucky i am that all i need to do is die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and once again be who i am meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-2690065625528937461?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2690065625528937461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-im-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/2690065625528937461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/2690065625528937461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-im-meant-to-be.html' title='who im meant to be...'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-3704030261224959902</id><published>2009-02-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:11:56.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit risky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;"If we want the true revelation of the testimony of Jesus to manifest in our ministry, then we must be willing to live in HIS truth in our own hearts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;No desire to be “right” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;No fear of man - being motivated by people pleasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;No personal agendas of spiritual success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;No offense at humiliation - We’ve died to our own life, remember?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;my mom sent me this. it originally came from my friend chris who has made a huge impact in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;this is a bit risky i decided. if im 100% sure that i want to rid myself and let Jesus reign in me...these things are key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;no desire to be right: im a bit scared to not hear what God wants me to say. im nervous that when im wrong that could mean ive lost my connection to Him. that im once again operating out of charlsey and not out of my sweet lover's heart. Pride is also a demon on my back because if i lose my right to be right that could mean i would have to humble myself to not care. to not hold on to this fleshly desire to be just as a smart if not smarter than people. to hold my ground and defend myself because i dont want to be counted as worthless in what i have to say. but Jesus operated out of love and love gives up its rights anyway...so if im dead to myself my rights of wanting to be right hold no ground. thats gone with the rest of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;no fear of man: geez...now this is probably the scariest of all. i have always cared what people think of me. am i good enough? am i the charlsey that they want me to be? i like peace so sometimes going as far as to change who i am to keep everything the way it "should be". pretty much im not one to rock the boat. while Jesus loved peace to...he never acted out of a fear of what man had to say in response to Truth. His perfect Truth. sharing God's Truth might mean i end up being the weird one. it might mean i speak God's love and someone's reaction isnt what sits well with me. It could mean I have to experience a losing of myself in every moment otherwise typical charlsey would be torn to shreds because of that fear of what others think. dying seems the best choice because i want to be a vessel. God will take care of my heart anyway for it's His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;no personal agendas of spritual success: this is a tricky one... my first reaction is no big deal there! i'm pretty much a baby. drinking the spiritual milk that God gives me daily. i have no clue as to what i'm doing and just expect God to use me when He wants because i'm in agreement with Him. but i already know comparing yourself with others sneaks in pretty quickly. If you see one person hearing from God all the time and you arent experiencing Him in the same way or the same amount you can begin to doubt yourself or worse God's intentions. My aunt said this to me a while ago and i read it in my journal a couple days ago: "the world need who God is- in and through you uniquely. God has different ways of sharing Himself to others. each person is unique and necessary for the kingdom of heaven to be brought here. He's given us all different gifts. He loves each of us so personally and intensely. The spritual ladder of success dies when we once again die.  We should never compare ourselves to others. We should encourage and work together using our different talents and giftings from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;no offenses at humiliation: this one goes along with the fear of man one...because humiliation comes from others typically. theyre reactions create in us some sort of feeling. which could be humiliation. Jesus' life was filled with humiliation from others. His death was humiliation itself. Remember we have died on the cross with Him. that humiliation is already ours. no offense at it though for as Paul said "consider it PURE JOY whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking ANYTHING." James 1:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;So to realize its a joy to die to yourself and let Him shine through you is enough. more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Im beginning to embrace that my reward really isn't here. my eternal reward is what keeps me running this race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;So forgive me for my rambling for as I wrote this it was being anchored in my own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;His way was never said to be easy...just wonderful, good, rewarding, freeing, peaceful, joyful, and full of LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt; Peace to the heart of anyone who reads this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-3704030261224959902?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3704030261224959902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-risky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/3704030261224959902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/3704030261224959902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-risky.html' title='a bit risky'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-4651856697112435128</id><published>2009-02-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:58:42.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"i see it now. you think times have lengths. a night is always a night whatever you do in it, as from this tree to that is always so many paces wether you take them quickly or slowly. i suppose that is true in a way. But the waves do not always come at equal distances. i see that you come from a wise world...if this is wise. i have never done it before-stepping out of life into the Alongside and looking at oneself living as if one were not alive. do they all do that in your world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mmm  reading this made me realize how true it is that we humans tend to live alongside life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we must live within time but it should never control us. the present is all we have. taking it as one takes a wave...trusting the whole time that God is leading and loving us. this moment is God's moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i dont want to live alongside my life anymore. it's time for us to ride the waves with our Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's waiting for us to accept the adventure at hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6506397496073997178-4651856697112435128?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4651856697112435128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-it-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4651856697112435128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4651856697112435128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-it-now.html' title=''/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-7084119583754562350</id><published>2009-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:24:06.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>manna cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;so im definitely in a new phase of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;one that most definitely tests my trust that God will provide my daily bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;because i seem to see a cake a little distance off but He wants me to hunger for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;manna being sent from Him right now. Cake might seem a lot better to me but manna will truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;be the one thing that satisfies me currently. Heavenly bread that ive been hungering for my whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;life. and now im receiving mass quantities of it. so why do i want the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;the cake im seeing is manna cake with pretty frosting.  its just not time for my stomach to digest the frosting yet : ) He's got it perfectly planned to where as i eat His manna it prepares me for manna cake. so currently i will dip His tasty manna into the delicious honey that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;did i not mention the honey? He's an abundant lover. He knows what the manna should taste like for me in every phase...every situation... Sometimes the manna comes with ranch too. Thats a completely different wonderful. He knows i love ranch. He's also excited with me for the moment i will enjoy the manna cake. that might have ranch on it too... im not sure.&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/6506397496073997178-7084119583754562350?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7084119583754562350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/manna-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/7084119583754562350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/7084119583754562350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/manna-cake.html' title='manna cake'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-1536483913918690662</id><published>2009-02-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:00:27.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the little things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;okay i have a cool little story followed by a sales pitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; there is this sweet lady i work with named angie. she came up to me at work the other day and said she had just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;read this book called The Shack and asked if id like to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i was skeptical but when i read the back i thought well this could be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;well i read it and wow. i haven't had God speak to me through a "fiction" book like that since i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;12 years old through a book called Blessed Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Seriously impacted my world. i came out from it more in wonder of my lover and savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i came out with a deeper feeling of loyalty and allegiance to Him. i came out altered once again. it was like God used the book to push me in deeper. and once again im so honored. i can only repsond this way because He moves me. He loves me. truly amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;back at work after i finished the book i went up to angie and said ummm thank you soo much. this book was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;perfect timing. she kinda laughed and shook her head and said "oh good. yea...i didnt know why but i just felt like i should give it to you after i read it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and this my friends...this nudging from the Lord to angie to give me the book...is just another little thing that makes my world. He's always in the little things. but they're bigger than little id say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so sales pitch: if you like to read story-like books. read The Shack and find out why i put fiction in quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;another book recommendation: Blessed Child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6506397496073997178-1536483913918690662?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1536483913918690662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-little-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/1536483913918690662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/1536483913918690662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-little-things.html' title='in the little things...'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-6674367533573385847</id><published>2009-02-02T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:27:30.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a renewed definition of comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;people have always been the most important thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dont get me wrong, they are still very important to me...but ive come to a new place of understanding on what that means. a new awareness of being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i now realize that they are a gift from my God who knew it wasnt good for us to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you see when you take a compassion and love for people that God gives you and use it for your own comfort and survival things get bad. really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they become idols. food. air. comfort to an extreme. and no one can live up to the standard of being air for someone. except all the while i was believing i could do it so why cant they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;interesting that i thought i could do God's job better when i had no food keeping me alive myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the declaration that "He is my portion" has become tattooed on my heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the sun sets over the mountains, i always feel a tad bit of sadness to see the light go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;at this time i am most vulnerable to a lost feeling of comfort and the heaviness of loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;all i want is a physical being to be my savior and pull me up back into the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But now i see that His light has overcome the darkness. He comes closer in my moment of loneliness than any human ever could. He comforts me like i never imagined possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As i have begun to rely on only drinking from the "spring of living water", i am overwhelmed at the abundant blessing of truly loving people God has provided. Sometimes i forget He knows me better than i know myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He is my portion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   "so, also through Christ our comfort overflows." 2 corinthians 1:5b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-6674367533573385847?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6674367533573385847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/renewed-definition-of-comfort.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6674367533573385847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/6674367533573385847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/renewed-definition-of-comfort.html' title='a renewed definition of comfort'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6506397496073997178.post-4860813668296401688</id><published>2009-02-01T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:14:16.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alteration.modification.transformation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;truly the main thing that doesnt seem to flow naturally with my state of being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to say i am uncomfortable with it is an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ironic that i owe my life to God for doing this very thing in me. the thing i despise the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;radically transforming my thoughts on who He is and how He feels towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now...i crave for the love of my life to never stop changing and molding me to look a bit more like Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;really it just makes me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His timing. His consuming love that has caused my life to never look the same again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I am excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6506397496073997178-4860813668296401688?l=charlseybrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4860813668296401688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/alterationmodificationtransformation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4860813668296401688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6506397496073997178/posts/default/4860813668296401688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlseybrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/alterationmodificationtransformation.html' title='alteration.modification.transformation.'/><author><name>charlsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065690014887123432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdt9DvpR6ts/SfdfIFy0h9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fjDGc5LBp-I/S220/DSCN5743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
