<?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-4367703786267066457</id><updated>2011-08-09T09:39:27.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner workings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-2263433565592178347</id><published>2010-11-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:44:59.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God has done so much</title><content type='html'>Wow! August 2008! I'm so sorry! God has done so much in my life since that last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I went to Wyoming and came back a different person! He taught me how to know who to trust and that some times I just act dumb! Paul in the bible talks about walking in the flesh and that is what I did that summer! I did not care what my loved ones told me I just did what I thought was right! It took me coming back to all the people I hurt and seeing the hurt to realize what a jerk I was! God patched up all the friendships that I allowed to be torn! I praise God for all the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;After getting back I began to work in the inner city of North St. Louis with a ministry my Father started called Sun ministries.We were donated a building in the neighborhood of Hyde Park. we started to clean the building out and get it up to code. we started making product and selling it. God has blessed this ministry so much!&lt;br /&gt;During this whole adventure God gave me a friend named Jason Calahan. He became my bestfriend and God eventually brought us together and on September 26 2010 we decided to pursue a relationship. God is building us together and growing us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah God has so much in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AEG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-2263433565592178347?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2263433565592178347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=2263433565592178347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2263433565592178347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2263433565592178347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-has-done-so-much.html' title='God has done so much'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-3389529621600131168</id><published>2008-08-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:18:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovering You.</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this summer I asked God to show me Him! I went through a time of Him teaching me to be on my own. I went through really hard time were even my Timber Lakes family couldn't help me! It was vary hard to be away from home and going through a storm of life! I told my mom this morning that this summer was God taking twigs by twigs out of the nest so that one day I will be able to go away to collage or be on my own and not miss home so much...  I was in the mountains of Colorado and doing my quiet time and the song "Beautiful Sound" by the Newsboys came on my MP3 player. and it hit me like a ton of bricks! God brought me to Timber Lakes and Colorado to rediscover who He is! I grew up in the church I knew all the right things to say and when to say them! but it wasn't until I was 9 till I "got saved". then past that I didn't start living( I mean really live...lay my life down live for the lord) till the last year or so! I didn't know the real God! I didn't know my maker! a week ago tonight I wrote a journal entire about this summer and some things that went on and the last half of it went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know who You really are&lt;br /&gt;You laughed with me&lt;br /&gt;You cried with me&lt;br /&gt;You held me&lt;br /&gt;You protected me&lt;br /&gt;You guided me&lt;br /&gt;You showed me You!&lt;br /&gt;"Rediscovering You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I asked You Dad to show me You at the beginning of this summer. And You have! BLESSED BE YOUR NAME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how God answers prayers! no... not funny.... AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with my favorite line of "Beautiful Sound".....or maybe the whole thing! hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turn the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't turn the light out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every word, every line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carries to my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dark letters on a page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Singing so loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to hear You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eighteen years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess it was all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I let You do the thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd just bide my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Father to sonSunday hand-me-down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to hear Your song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a beautiful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving through the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voices lifted up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On high for You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a beautiful song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've only just begun to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rediscovering You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To have found You, and still be looking for You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's "the soul's paradox of love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You fill my cup, I lift it up for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I won't stop now that I'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be chasing You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like You chase me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a beautiful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving through the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voices lifted up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On high for You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a beautiful song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've only just begun to understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rediscovering You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-3389529621600131168?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3389529621600131168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=3389529621600131168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3389529621600131168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3389529621600131168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2008/08/rediscovering-you.html' title='Rediscovering You.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-51856997036055554</id><published>2008-05-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:45:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what God has called me to do with my summer!</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm going to start this story off in 2005. I went to a camp in Kansas to work as what they call a "teen staff" I worked in the kitchen and on the grounds crew. This was WAY before my parents even thought about the disciple driven church! I loved it! I loved it so much I was thinking of how to put my life into something like that! The next year I was planing on going back! BUT God told me to sign up for this leaders in training at Calvary church and they sent me to Mexico for a week so we could build a house! I loved it so much I was trying to think of how to put the camp lifestyle into Mexico and whatnot! I went through a year of being discontent and wanting to go back to ether Mexico or Kansas! I finally gave it to God and I finally loved being home in my Missouri. Then my dad leaves my church and shakes up my world and God uses my dad's passion for what he is doing to change my heart! This brings us to 2008, this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start off the year on a Florida beach giving the year to God! then I gave my summer to Him. A month or 2 goes by and I get set free from lots of stuff! One night I have this dream. and in it I get something from the camp I worked at in 05 and its an application and then I pick up a plain piece of paper but I know its another application and the dream ends. My church G.C. was going thought this time of trying to find a place to serve, and we had been having a prayer meeting every week to pray about different things and this one week we were praying about this. A couple weeks before I was having trouble with my spiritual gifts (pastor mercy hospitality and serving) they just didn't feel right! In this week God spoke to me and said "your true heart is in serving people." and my heart agreed! I had always been happy when serving others! This was after I went thought the 7 steps to freedom. I took the spiritual gifts test again at a training that was held in Kansas, and it turns out that I am a serving, hospitality,helps, mercy. The day of this test we were having lunch in the cafeteria and I felt the Holy Spirit tugging at me and I said here I am he said "you are going to work here this summer now go ask!" so I went and asked and so I'm going to work at a camp in Kansas this summer! God confirmed it with bringing that dream back up and told me through my dad that the application I couldn't see was the application to the camp I'm working for this summer! So this is what happens when you give God your summer! Try it some time, your like it!&lt;br /&gt;So hear I am 3 days before I leave wanting to go but SO not wanting to leave my friends and family! Pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AEG&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-51856997036055554?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/51856997036055554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=51856997036055554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/51856997036055554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/51856997036055554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-god-has-called-me-to-do-with-my.html' title='what God has called me to do with my summer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-8925348593032705007</id><published>2008-04-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:30:29.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/R_Wu2Aiz5YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vIs2sF-2Hwo/s1600-h/Indianasky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242788869170562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/R_Wu2Aiz5YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vIs2sF-2Hwo/s400/Indianasky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/R_Ws5wiz5XI/AAAAAAAAABw/PofEDdPy_lM/s1600-h/Indianasky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote this poem on the way back from meeting with Richard Green, in Indiana. I often get inspired by Gods creation and this time it was the clouds, and words to a GREAT song(nothing but the blood!). this is a picture that i took of the Indiana sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every bump of 69 gets to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with every hit you get to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every lyric of this song gets to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with every note you get to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every verse of the bible gets to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with every line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you get to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with every thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you get to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Bob there you go! hope you like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-8925348593032705007?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8925348593032705007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=8925348593032705007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8925348593032705007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8925348593032705007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2008/04/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/R_Wu2Aiz5YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vIs2sF-2Hwo/s72-c/Indianasky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-3160529232247128884</id><published>2008-01-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:06:55.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to love missouri weather!</title><content type='html'>So I loved today! really I did! summer 74 and sunny, spring 60 and sunny, fall 50 and rainy, and last but not least winter 12 and snowy! isn't it great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I just wanted to post before the end of the month! This year so far has been AMAZING!!Spending new year on the beach was great. God has been confronting me with A LOT of stuff every little thing I hand over to him he gives me something right back! Obedience=blessing! And that is what is going on with me! happy/clear minded/fearless Amy is what you get from now on! you better watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AEG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got my hair cut! I will try to get pictures up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-3160529232247128884?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3160529232247128884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=3160529232247128884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3160529232247128884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3160529232247128884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-to-love-missouri-weather.html' title='Got to love missouri weather!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-1571100169616908388</id><published>2008-01-04T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:34:25.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year....New book!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all I'm back from Florida! and i just wanted to tell you about my new cook book! it's called The Man's Cookbook! and you can go here and look at it and maybe if you like it you can buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1692412"&gt;http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1692412&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AEG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-1571100169616908388?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1571100169616908388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=1571100169616908388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/1571100169616908388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/1571100169616908388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-yearnew-book.html' title='New year....New book!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-7646929970234149545</id><published>2007-12-20T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:41:58.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This christmas.</title><content type='html'>This Christmas will be different then the rest. I'm a girl of traditions...this year well that's out the window...hahahah....we the Goodwin family(or gang,clan...or whatever you want to call us) are doing Christmas differently this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas-eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we will get up go to church(okay so that's normal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;come home probably play board games with those of us who are home...(also normal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;probably watch a movie.(normal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat till we cant move!(normal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is were it gets not normal...in parts....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to bed (without opening 1 present...my favorite tradition)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up and make coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open secret Santa(or not so secret to some of us)presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat bagels and cream cheese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack the van with our 7 peoples worth of bags (thank God for luggage racks).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then load 7 grown people and a 100 pound dog into a 7 passenger van.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave for a 15 hour drive to Florida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow this Christmas will be great! hehehehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. you know what really makes me mad is that it is no longer Christmas morning to the "Gap" it's holiday morning what next???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-7646929970234149545?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7646929970234149545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=7646929970234149545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/7646929970234149545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/7646929970234149545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-christmas.html' title='This christmas.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-8058062851817594496</id><published>2007-12-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:14:01.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson from my past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/R2TE8Xz4F8I/AAAAAAAAABc/X4iVUq2_D0Y/s1600-h/My+sunrise%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago at my Wednesday night church we had a big breakthrough for this generation and generations to come. It was great for me because I was able to admit that i once had an eating disorder, depression, anxiety, and that I really never liked my-self till this past year when God healed me from it. That night I got home and I wondered to my self... If God healed me from everything that ailed me.... why then do I not read my bible or pray to him? If I cant serve the God who made me then what am i doing calling my-self a christian? this i assure you was not an attack from the devil.... It was a conviction! I went a few days reading my bible and had a few prayers.... I can't help but think of my Dads sugar packet illustration. there is a flesh side and a spirit side.... I have herd this illustration many a times but it never hit me like today..... I have been feeding my flesh side all my life... and barely feeding my spirit side.... I know how to feed my spirit side.... I just don't....why? I don't know....but that has to change! It will change! My sunrise has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-8058062851817594496?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8058062851817594496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=8058062851817594496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8058062851817594496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8058062851817594496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/12/lesson-from-my-past.html' title='A lesson from my past.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-3292648947300740237</id><published>2007-11-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:13:08.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rzno4LJE1SI/AAAAAAAAABM/IyASVAPmuZ0/s1600-h/Frankie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132389302126564642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rzno4LJE1SI/AAAAAAAAABM/IyASVAPmuZ0/s400/Frankie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drew this awhile ago but JUST found out how to scan things heheheh&lt;br /&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/4367703786267066457-3292648947300740237?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3292648947300740237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=3292648947300740237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3292648947300740237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3292648947300740237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/11/drawing.html' title='drawing!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rzno4LJE1SI/AAAAAAAAABM/IyASVAPmuZ0/s72-c/Frankie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-2191893933670934059</id><published>2007-10-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:39:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All from a quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. - Babe Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw this quote in a movie awhile ago and it never hit me till now but this has to do with the christian walk...think about it... all to many times I'm am afraid to go to talk to someone because I am afraid of them thinking I'm a crazy person... or to talk to a friend about this disipleship movement cause I'm afraid they wont be my friend any more... fear grips us all at one time or another... we must replace that fear with the word of God that will help us go talk to that person about Jesus or that person about the discipleship movement... you must surround yourself with people who are doing so... remodels if you will (in the discipleship movement we call the disciplers) they not only teach you how not to be afraid but they teach you how to walk in the Spirit... and to make sure you are knowing and doing your Spirital disciplines... being in a displeship relationship is VERY improtant.I would never go back to not having one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-2191893933670934059?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2191893933670934059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=2191893933670934059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2191893933670934059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2191893933670934059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-from-quote.html' title='All from a quote.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-2188472169299213127</id><published>2007-10-25T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:18:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computer art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/RyDr__MIRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JdpsJzN0fqU/s1600-h/silhouette-face-moon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125355860474217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/RyDr__MIRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JdpsJzN0fqU/s400/silhouette-face-moon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/RyDrwPMIRCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V39F2PGXqwo/s1600-h/silhouette-face-moon.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a shimmer of light&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of darkness&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a child's laugh&lt;br /&gt;in a field of screams&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a song a trust&lt;br /&gt;in a world of doubt&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a man of faith&lt;br /&gt;in a place of death&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;an act of love&lt;br /&gt;for a world of hate&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/RyDplvMIRBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dWUNUFuEqGY/s1600-h/silhouette-face-moon.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-2188472169299213127?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2188472169299213127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=2188472169299213127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2188472169299213127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2188472169299213127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/10/computer-art.html' title='computer art'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/RyDr__MIRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JdpsJzN0fqU/s72-c/silhouette-face-moon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-8221245212452955490</id><published>2007-10-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:18:18.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on my back deck star gazing when I felt someone sit next to me. now there was no one there...well no one you could see. You know those thoughts you get that you know aren't yours but God talking to you..yeah i had one right then the conversation went kinda like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"thought"-"aren't they Beautiful? I made them"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "yeah there amazing... why did you make them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"thought"- "I made them for you Amy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- tears&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I sat there with this presence I had this poem come to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a shimmer of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a sea of darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a child's laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a field of screams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a song a trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a world of doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a man of faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a place of death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an act of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a world of hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/4367703786267066457-8221245212452955490?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8221245212452955490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=8221245212452955490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8221245212452955490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/8221245212452955490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-beautiful.html' title='How Beautiful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-1233109130552540705</id><published>2007-09-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T06:35:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in a new world.</title><content type='html'>somewhere between the 4th and 8th episode of lost and the 8 pieces of pizza I realized I have an extended family!&lt;br /&gt;with cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas! I have gone 7 years without them and now i have them in the body of Christ...the thing is with the body of Christ we are more connected and more deep then my blood extend family EVER was. and it feels good!&lt;br /&gt;Life in the body of Christ, makes me want to be more then just okay!&lt;br /&gt;I love my church and everyone in it! and i feel this is where God truly wants me to be!&lt;br /&gt;as i turn 17 I look back on the last few years I have had my heart broken by a boy...I have had about 6 or 7 "true" friendships fall apart... and i left the church I had gone to since i was 4! alot has happened yet i was NEVER truly deep down to the soul happy. but i would LOVE to tell you I am now! God has given me the best family a girl could ask for and great church family too... I am SO lucky you guys should just start calling me lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AEG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-1233109130552540705?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1233109130552540705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=1233109130552540705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/1233109130552540705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/1233109130552540705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-in-new-world.html' title='life in a new world.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-3183569392230579338</id><published>2007-09-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:01:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden realization</title><content type='html'>last night was the best church meeting in a long time!it showed me what i needed to work on and what i needed to get over!&lt;br /&gt;well not really get over... a friend hurt me and well we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; friends anymore and i have always wondered "what did I do?" the answer is nothing! besides stand up for my self... anyway God took her out of my life cause i didn't need her...&lt;br /&gt;a couple months prior to us ending our friendship I asked God to show me what was keeping me from him..or to just take it away! and well after taking it away and a couple months later I found out she was the last bit i was holding onto..we were such good friends that i didn't want to give her up... so as God has done in the past he took it by force... she was the last straw of the package that was my old church and He knew the straw was my favorite straw and as my parent He took it from me before i went and played...I guess what I'm trying to say is even though you may think someone is good for you they may not be....and you need family and friends to tell you so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-3183569392230579338?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3183569392230579338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=3183569392230579338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3183569392230579338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3183569392230579338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/09/sudden-realization.html' title='sudden realization'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-2761180257935719504</id><published>2007-08-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:58:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO'S WON</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now that it's on, we're out in the front of this marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I never really thought we were in such a big fight, until the other night . You see me and my sister share a room and have all but 4 years of my life! And Saturday she had a friend over and so I was in my room alone! I was getting ready for bed and I turned the light off and all of the sudden I felt this feeling that I was not alone in the room like some one was watching me. This wasn’t the first time that it has happened to me before but normally I let it be and try to go to sleep. but this time it was so strong I couldn’t do that! So I thought this is not of God so I said with as much confidence as I could muster IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST GET OUT! And it left. I was fine! War can be ugly. And this one is going to be big! &lt;strong&gt;Cause We're on the enemy's hit list. So step back I'm on a one way track, devil To take back all the things that you've stolen. &lt;/strong&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;with the power of God I'm gonna persevere. 'Cause with my sword drawn you're gonna feel defeat. In this battle only strong survive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna keep fighting till God prevails Cause the alarm has been rung Praise to God has been sung The victory dance has been done The battle's over and GUESS WHO'S WON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is the Original Superman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m his side are you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bold=lyrics taken from 3 different pillar songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;One God&lt;br /&gt;Only one way&lt;br /&gt;Amy E. Goodwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-2761180257935719504?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2761180257935719504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=2761180257935719504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2761180257935719504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2761180257935719504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-whos-won.html' title='GUESS WHO&apos;S WON'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-4940369737990102272</id><published>2007-08-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:40:57.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouts from the phone.</title><content type='html'>this poem was sorta a journal entry, but i was reading it and it sounded more like a poem! To give you a background I had a best friend of 3 years. and it had always been a her dumping her problems on me and never caring about my problems. well after a couple of events that I couldn't stay quiet anymore about I confronted her about it and all I got was her telling me I'm to emotional and that I needed to get over it! so i wrote this poem/entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouts from the phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;screams of who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and who I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mean nothing to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I raise my voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and louder still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your words cut me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the knife you put in my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tell me what you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only one way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amy E. Goodwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-4940369737990102272?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4940369737990102272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=4940369737990102272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/4940369737990102272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/4940369737990102272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/08/shouts-from-phone.html' title='Shouts from the phone.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-5002416645718537247</id><published>2007-07-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:02:27.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote the poem when I was in my Gossip infested small group at my old church... I didn't like all the drama that went on there... and when I tryed to keep some friends from that group gossip and drama just crept right back into my friendship with them... the only way to get rid of drama and gossip is to surround your-self with Godly friends and not to partake in it... it was hard for me to do this and i still catch my-self doing my share of the gossiping! so read share what you think and yeah so talk to you all later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It spreads like water&lt;br /&gt;It burns like an unstoppable fire&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like a knife wound&lt;br /&gt;It spreads like a weed&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It messes with your emotions&lt;br /&gt;It tears relationships apart&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It you can never trust&lt;br /&gt;It plays with your mind&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It causes problems&lt;br /&gt;It you can never stop&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It divides groups&lt;br /&gt;It is wicked&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;It is all these things&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only one way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amy E. Goodwin&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/4367703786267066457-5002416645718537247?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5002416645718537247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=5002416645718537247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/5002416645718537247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/5002416645718537247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/07/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-2498456835073816232</id><published>2007-07-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:42:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of july!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rou96aFr-pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVDcMyiND4I/s1600-h/Flag3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083365415550974610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rou96aFr-pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVDcMyiND4I/s320/Flag3rd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Star Spangled Banner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;By Francis Scott Key 1814&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And where is that band who so vauntingly swore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A home and a country should leave us no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No refuge could save the hireling and slave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between their loved home and the war's desolation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a great 4th everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-2498456835073816232?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2498456835073816232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=2498456835073816232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2498456835073816232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/2498456835073816232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of july!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/Rou96aFr-pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qVDcMyiND4I/s72-c/Flag3rd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-4644676859316798332</id><published>2007-06-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:38:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like this poem Alot so i hope you do to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sea so vast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sands are so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sky so big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like your power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plam trees shade me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like your wings over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The diffrent colors of the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are Like the prayers you answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The waves rush over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like your blood washing me clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this you made for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote theis after the first time my family went to florida(also my first time seeing the ocean) I was amazed at how beautiful it all was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~AEG~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-4644676859316798332?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4644676859316798332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=4644676859316798332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/4644676859316798332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/4644676859316798332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/06/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367703786267066457.post-3226176057240274928</id><published>2007-06-23T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T03:07:27.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New at this!</title><content type='html'>So i have been thinking about getting me one of these....and look I did hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll Just use it to show off my poetry and such, maybe even my long rants I go on so often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I'm listening to "You raise me up" and just listening to the words makes me want to cry! ha I know I'm a very emotional person but oh my goodness it speaks to me like God himself is speaking to me! If you guys don't mind I'm gonna "pick it apart" in my own way...I'm gonna tell you what it means to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this first part is kinda self explanatory.but just to think when things are at their vary worst we just sit and wait for God him self to come and comfort us! it blows me away the he creator of the universe will just come and sit with ME of all people! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but i know the feeling of being on top of the world- I was a kid not to long ago -it is the BEST feeling in the world to fear nothing and know nothing can harm you. but some times we need to have our heavenly father to lift us up there and remind us how it feels to be that fearless little kid on top of the monkey bars!&lt;br /&gt;to walk on water is something for peter and Jesus hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my father would put me on his shoulders i felt his strength and i knew he was protecting me every minute I was up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the writer is talking about there is no life that one doesn't feel hungry for the word of God!&lt;br /&gt;I feel some times I can almost hear heaven because I want Jesus to come back for his children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what i feel every time I hear this song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367703786267066457-3226176057240274928?l=my-inner-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3226176057240274928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367703786267066457&amp;postID=3226176057240274928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3226176057240274928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367703786267066457/posts/default/3226176057240274928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-inner-working.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-at-this.html' title='New at this!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04366161742045933535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCHPYTDKrfQ/SiGNuTmiCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qvAHf__Mlxg/S220/000_0062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
