<?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-384280752742708572</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:24:37.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-8509138421029397357</id><published>2009-11-22T12:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:37:36.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW WEBSITE!</title><content type='html'>The new website for "Confession: I'm with the Big Guy" is finally up and running!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will also see that I have created a second blog titled "Letters of Poppy and Sissy."  This blog will be filled with prayers to and from God in the form of letters.   I have had written and received all of these letters at the most random times and in the most random places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage you to check out both of these blogs!  The links are listed below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession: I'm with the Big Guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://withthebigguy.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://withthebigguy.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letters of Poppy and Sissy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydaygod.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://everydaygod.wordpress.com/&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/384280752742708572-8509138421029397357?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8509138421029397357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-website.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/8509138421029397357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/8509138421029397357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-website.html' title='NEW WEBSITE!'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-5313396857396935068</id><published>2009-11-22T11:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:21:19.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"For everything there is a season"</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you ever read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This passage always brings me comfort, especially when I am not appreciating the hard times of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the case that you have not read it, I would like to share it with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a time for war, and a time for peace.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason why I love this passage so much is that it reminds me again that God is in complete control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The verse says that all of those happen UNDER Heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that we always want to have fun or to be happy or to be the best.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s face it, though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, we have to be sad, we have to cry, and we have to feel lost or lonely.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we never experienced these, how could we ever appreciate the good times of happiness, friendship, and ease?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we never had hard times, times when we couldn’t rely on our own knowledge and strength, how would we ever learn to rely on God completely?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I challenge you with one thought that God has placed in my heart:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is only ugly when we refuse to accept that it is beautiful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-5313396857396935068?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5313396857396935068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-everything-there-is-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5313396857396935068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5313396857396935068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-everything-there-is-season.html' title='&quot;For everything there is a season&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-5020975220214707746</id><published>2009-11-19T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:20:57.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling asleep in the arms of my Comforter</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Has there ever been a time when you have been scared for your life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a few hours ago, a man broke into my house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of my roommates was out and the other had been downstairs when he entered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without a cell phone nearby, she ran out through the front door and drove to her sorority house on campus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the while, I was upstairs in my room falling asleep to sounds of what I thought was my roommate downstairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I got the call from my roommate saying that a man was inside the house and that I needed to lock my door, time froze.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I sat on my bed, the definition of fear was personified by the refusal of my heart to beat, the shallowness of my breath, and the inability to move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I locked my door—my lacrosse stick in hand—I sat at the base of my bedroom door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While listening to the comforting words of my angel and best friend over the phone, I was overwhelmed with certain words of Truth. The words of Truth that came to mind were Isaiah 43:5--“Fear not for I am with you” and Matthew 10:28--“Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even with an intruder in one of the rooms next to me, I knew God had surrounded me with Guardian angels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His love and the prayers of many rested upon me, and I remained in the assurance that whatever happened next would be His will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though my breath is still shallow and my heart is pacing rapidly, I know that God, my refuge and my strength, is wrapping His loving arms around me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Snuggled deep within those strong and loving arms tonight, I will find rest.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength” (Isaiah 30:15).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-5020975220214707746?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5020975220214707746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-asleep-in-arms-of-my-comforter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5020975220214707746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5020975220214707746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-asleep-in-arms-of-my-comforter.html' title='Falling asleep in the arms of my Comforter'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-7678881110170842370</id><published>2009-11-17T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:26:36.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be someone's angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever met an angel? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every Tuesday and Thursday morning walking to my Psychology class, I always see one of the shuttle drivers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stop and exchange the routine, “Good morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sure is beautiful this morning!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a great day!” conversation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I never knew his name, I always considered him to be my newfound friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, however, I finally had the pleasure of meeting him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the shuttle ride, we talked about the weather; we talked about the morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me that he didn’t understand how someone could be a “morning person.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me that he was “an all-day person.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Every day is a gift,” he told.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“After seventy-five years of gifts, you realize that every day should be filled with smiles.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so touched by his optimism, a rare jewel it seems, that I introduced myself before I got off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Charles, but he told me to call him “LaLa.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I shook his hand and received the blessing of his smile and his wishes for a good day, I realized that I had met an angel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, go out into the world and find your angels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a “Tuesday with _” you fill in the blank.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Find and appreciate those that God has placed in your life to encourage you in your walk with God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, we have hard times, but God is calling us to live like my friend LaLa—abandoned to the ways of this world and trusting that God is in control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full” (John 15:11). Only once we “let go and let God,” we are finally able to spread the joy of Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are finally able to be someone’s angel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-7678881110170842370?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7678881110170842370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-someones-angel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/7678881110170842370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/7678881110170842370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-someones-angel.html' title='Be someone&apos;s angel'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-1544345837984754783</id><published>2009-11-10T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:19:10.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever been hit by a realization at a random moment?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, I was in the… &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;ahemmm… ladies room&lt;/i&gt; when the following question struck me: “Why are the handicapped stalls always the farthest from the door?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was in that precious moment in the stall that I realized something profound. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, life doesn’t make sense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all know this to be true, don’t we?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all of our technology, almost everything seems to have been diluted to a science.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it be losing weight or becoming a millionaire, easy to follow procedures have been created that, most importantly, lead quickly to a goal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is wrong with this picture?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We expect certainty and ease in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We expect for God to simply tell us what to do, when to do it, and how to do it.  With these expectations, we forget one, simple fact: God is in control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With God in control, He has designed a plan for us that only He can reveal in His perfect timing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, life doesn’t make sense, but that is okay!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God gives us these times of uncertainty in order to learn to rely on Him and to realize that sometimes “ignorance is bliss.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As humans, the extent of our knowledge cannot even compare to the knowledge and wisdom of our amazing God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are the type of person that desires the destination but not the journey, maybe it is time to pray for God’s peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Take a moment to pray about ways in which you can learn to rely on Him in your journey, not merely the destination.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God wants to be with you every step of the way; however, you must first accept that sometimes, life doesn’t make sense TO YOU.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  The good news is, life makes sense to God; He created it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;During these times of uncertainty, "Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you" (James 4:8).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has everything under control!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rest in this fact that you don’t need to plan or know everything!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, uncertain times in our lives are often when God best reveals His beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-1544345837984754783?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1544345837984754783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/beauty-in-uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/1544345837984754783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/1544345837984754783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/beauty-in-uncertainty.html' title='Beauty in uncertainty'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-847608563898674428</id><published>2009-11-07T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:54:41.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for the cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever thought about the consequences of being a Christian?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was rereading one of my favorite books, &lt;u&gt;When God Writes Your Love Story &lt;/u&gt;by Eric and Leslie Ludy, and I was struck by a reference to a story of the disciple Andrew.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With every breath that he took, Andrew preached the message of Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Roman governor threatened Andrew saying, “If you don’t stop preaching this message of Jesus and this cross, I’m going to crucify you on one, too!” Andrew simply replied, “Sir, I would not have preached about the glory of the cross of Jesus if I was not also willing to die upon it!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I read this again, the passage had a completely new significance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart stopped; my throat swelled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked myself a question that was stealing my every breath, “Am I willing and would I be &lt;i&gt;overjoyed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; to die upon the cross of Jesus?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that every time I write a blog post, every time I hand my bible to someone, even every day when I wear my cross necklace, I must also be willing to be nailed to a cross and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ask yourself this, “Am I willing to die upon the cross that I wear?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I willing to be nailed to a cross every time I tell someone that I am a Christian?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I not only willing, but am I also excited to do all these things?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I truly willing to live for Christ?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My prayer this morning for you and for me is this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Lord, thank you so much for the blessing of this day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surrounded by everything of this world, may I learn what it means to live with abandon: to truly give up my life, take up my cross, and die each morning in order that I may &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; follow You.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Form me, shape me, mold me, and break me until I am nothing more than the wooden cross that I carry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all of my heart, I love you, Lord.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am Yours.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-847608563898674428?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/847608563898674428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-for-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/847608563898674428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/847608563898674428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-for-cross.html' title='Living for the cross'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-4485404328572937404</id><published>2009-10-28T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:40:28.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom from a man named Og</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I even try to create a convincing excuse, let me apologize.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been WAY too long since I last wrote.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For this, I am SO sorry!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With four tests are ahead of me, time management is still a skill that I am trying to learn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I have given the excuse, here’s what you are really here to read…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day, I came across this amazing quote by a man named Og Mandino.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those that love quotes, search for him on a website such as &lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com"&gt;www.quoteland.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, my new and favorite quote by Og Mandino is below:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Count your blessings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you realize how valuable you are and how much you have going for you, the smiles will return, the sun will break out, the music will play, and you will finally be able to move forward in the life that God intended for you with grace, strength, courage, and confidence.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I once was made fun of for being the incredible optimist that I am; however, who wouldn’t LOVE to live with this quote as their motto?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who wouldn’t love to know that they are valuable?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whenever it is dreary outside, don’t we always begin to wish for the sun to shine again?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most importantly, don’t we all dream, hope, and pray to live with grace, strength, courage, and confidence?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If Og Mandino is correct, the first step we must do is to realize that we are valuable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he says that we are valuable, Mr. Mandino is saying that we are valuable to God!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Count your blessings!” he says.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also says to realize that we have so much going for us in life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is so true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God promises that he has a plan for us in Jeremiah 29:11: “For I know the plans that I have for you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plans for a future and a hope and not for evil.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you feel as though you have been wandering around listlessly these days, listen to Og.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He may have a funny name, but for this, you must give him credit: he has an amazing way of encouraging all of us with words of wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-4485404328572937404?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4485404328572937404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-of-wisdom-from-man-named-og.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/4485404328572937404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/4485404328572937404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-of-wisdom-from-man-named-og.html' title='Words of wisdom from a man named Og'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-7401385323446582689</id><published>2009-10-22T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:32:56.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time for you, too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my favorite movies of all time is &lt;u&gt;Elf&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Shortly a&lt;/span&gt;fter Buddy the Elf, Will Ferrell, arrives at Gimbles’s “North Pole,” Buddy hears news that, quite literally, has him jumping for joy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Santa,” he is told, “is coming to town.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A childlike smile overtakes his entire face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Santa,” Buddy exclaims, “I know him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I KNOW him!!!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the bells on his over-sized, elf shoes join him in this joyous chorus: “Santa is coming to town.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all of his heart, Buddy loves Santa, and he is extremely proud to tell anyone and everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My whole life, I have been involved in church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have claimed to love Jesus with everything that I am.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never before, though, have I ever jumped up and down shouting, “Jesus, I know Him!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I KNOW Him!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The old has passed away; behold, the new has come!” -2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;I realized today that I should &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;o longer  be ridden with the expectations of this society.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These old ways of mine—being worried about whether I have a great body, whether I am beautiful, or whether I have value—all these have passed away, and the new has come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s time for me to become consumed with God—His love, His grace, and His mercy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s time for me to let go of my worries about what others think.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, “God does not see the same way people see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People look at the outside of a person, but God looks at the heart” (1 Samuel 16:7).  It's time for me to love God more than I love my own self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like Buddy the Elf, I can exclaim, "Jesus! I know Him!  I KNOW Him!" because no longer do I rely on others for my value.  I rely on God.  I find my beauty in God.  I find my acceptance in God.  I find that I am made perfect in God (2 Corinthians 12:9-10).  I also know that I have value from God because He sacrificed His very own son in order that I could "become the righteousness of God" (2 Corinthians 5:21).  What a great reason to be overflowing with joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time for me to show that I am proud of my faith.  It is finally time for me to shout from anywhere and everywhere, to anyone and everyone, at any time and every time, proclaiming the good news.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is time for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it time for you, too?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-7401385323446582689?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7401385323446582689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-time-for-you-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/7401385323446582689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/7401385323446582689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-time-for-you-too.html' title='Is it time for you, too?'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-6456226392233225455</id><published>2009-10-20T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:02:44.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"In quietness and in trust shall be your strength."</title><content type='html'>Does it ever seem as though this world is constantly changing? As we are getting older, we are getting closer and closer to the reality of our lives: time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of our various changes--changing majors, changing friends, changing worldviews, even changing bodies--there is one things that stays the same: God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and exhale deeply! Relax and have faith! Everything is under God's control. He has the plans for your life in the same hands that created it. God assures us in Hebrews 13:8 that "Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever." From this verse and the verses below, we can trust in Him even when everything seems uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope...You will call upon me and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart" (Jeremiah 29:11-13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, we do not lose heart. We fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal" (2 Corinthians 4:16, 18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength" (Isaiah 30:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the world seems too hard to handle, take a moment to pray. Daily, I wear the charm of my favorite prayer, and it reminds me to rest in God's presence and to trust in Him alone. The prayer that I adore so much is the Prayer of Serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for just a minute, clear your mind and your heart of all their burdens and pray this prayer. Return to God and rest in His presence. In this quietness and in this trust, you will find the strength to withstand even the toughest storms of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-6456226392233225455?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6456226392233225455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-it-ever-seem-as-though-this-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/6456226392233225455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/6456226392233225455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-it-ever-seem-as-though-this-world.html' title='&quot;In quietness and in trust shall be your strength.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-3434953885312276047</id><published>2009-10-19T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:32:03.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the garden among the thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past weekend, I made a quick trip home to Nashville.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I was there, I searched deeply within the passage regarding Adam and Eve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came across an idea so profound, and it relates directly with the series on Satan and sin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After their creation, Adam and Eve lived in Eden with God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees, they were not even bothered when God instructed them to enjoy every tree except for one, the tree of knowledge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, God was sufficient for them and there was so much other beauty to enjoy!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was one tree in the midst of a forest?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other thing about Adam and Eve was that they were naked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naked!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we think about what this symbolizes, we realize that Adam and Eve lived in complete freedom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were free from shame, free from judgment, free from the worries of the world!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, they were living in the Heaven on Earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, we know what happened next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satan came.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can find the story in Genesis 3; however, I will paraphrase it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satan told Eve that if she ate the apple from the tree of knowledge that her eyes would be opened, having the same knowledge as God, knowing good and evil.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After she ate the apple, she gave it to Adam; he ate some, as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as Satan had said, their eyes were opened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Ironically, t&lt;/span&gt;hey realized that they were naked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, they hid from God in the garden.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once God finds them, Adam exclaims that they were naked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is where God’s question is very interesting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks them, “Who told you that you were naked?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The definition of their being naked is defined by their new knowledge of good and evil.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something else to think about… Anyways, after Adam and Eve confessed to eating it, God gives them their punishments.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was gracious by clothing them and then said, “Man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever." &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of us have always thought that God was sending them away simply because he was proud and angry—stealing their candy, if you will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember, though, that Lucifer was sent to Hell for valuing his knowledge and worth before God’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He became the devil for that!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, Satan was luring Adam and Eve to join him as rulers of hell and to live forever in evil by acquiring complete knowledge of good and evil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, however, steped in to protect us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saved us from Satan by sending Adam and Eve out of the Garden. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God didn’t want for us to follow in Satan’s footsteps and to share the same fate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The only way to protect us from Satan was to send us from Eden.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:84.8pt"&gt;Every day, we experience many desires.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We long for what we can’t have and for what is deemed sinful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are tempted daily and often fail to resist.  &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;I will write on this tomorrow.&lt;span&gt;  For now, remember that our Father in Heaven loves us SO much, more than I can even express in this blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; P&lt;/span&gt;ray about how this post relates to you while trying to live in the Garden among the thorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:84.8pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-3434953885312276047?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3434953885312276047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-garden-among-thorns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3434953885312276047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3434953885312276047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-garden-among-thorns.html' title='Living in the garden among the thorns'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-2417411399639250713</id><published>2009-10-14T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:33:44.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan: PB&amp;J, a bonafide meltdown, and how this relates to the war of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;Imagine being a gourmet chef.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Known for your grand reputation, you are asked to cook in a competition sponsored by the Food Network channel.  The chef that you will be "cooking" against is revealed and, to your chagrin, he is a 7 year old!  The competition: to make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the world!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;You’re feeling pretty smug as you straighten the tall, silly white hat on your head.  As sure as your ego, you know you’ve got this competition in the “lunch”-bag.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  First, y&lt;/span&gt;ou spread peanut butter on toasted French bread and add a few dashes of cinnamon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of the classic grape jelly, you drizzle honey and add a layer of quince jelly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grape, after all, is too cliché and below a chef with skills like your own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;On the other hand, the little boy’s sandwich is simple with one twist: peanut butter and grape jelly on white bread.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boy’s secret ingredient is two handfuls of Goldfish between the slices of bread.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To finish the sandwich, the boy smashes it until the Goldfish break and the jelly oozes over the crust-less bread.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He serves it with a glass of cold milk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is time for judging. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The judges reveal their scores…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boy wins the competition!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The judges laugh at you and say you need to learn from this kid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While kicking and screaming, having a bonafide meltdown, you hear the producer yelling for a commercial break.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you are carried away by security, you remember that the show is being aired live on national TV.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lucifer experienced embarrassment and shame on a much bigger scale than this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Rather than losing some silly PB&amp;amp;J making contest, Lucifer is seen as lowly and as dirty as the ground to which he is thrown.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He had been known for his perfection.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a captain of an army of guardian angels, yet God threw him to the ground for he had become proud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I cast you to the ground; I exposed you before kings, to feast their eyes on you…All are appalled at you; you have come to a dreadful end and shall be no more forever” (Ezek. 28: 17&amp;amp;19).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God had cursed this ground as a result of the deception of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  God cast Lucifer to Hell, but God also sent him to dwell within his own, original curse forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While sitting in his new kingdom, Satan developed a hatred for God we cannot fathom.  His mission became this: to avenge the embarrassment from his fall by destroying God's creation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To this day, Satan resides in Hell with wounds of his broken pride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With evil and sin, Satan lures us for he knows we are the crown of God's creation.  Satan lures us for he also knows that we are weak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For this, we should despise him, run from him, and avoid sin at all costs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Satan has waged a&lt;/span&gt; battle to destroy God’s beauty, power, and truth; the battle is here on Earth.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who is Satan now?  Satan is this: an evil villain that attacks God by attacking us.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-2417411399639250713?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2417411399639250713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/satan-pb-bonafide-meltdown-and-how-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/2417411399639250713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/2417411399639250713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/satan-pb-bonafide-meltdown-and-how-this.html' title='Satan: PB&amp;J, a bonafide meltdown, and how this relates to the war of the world.'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-4750930800459609013</id><published>2009-10-13T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:26:45.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan: A Victim to a Hardcore Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Up until this past summer, whenever I thought of the devil, I pictured a little, red man with a pointy black mustache and eyebrows.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His pitchfork was almost as sharp as the horns on his head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His tail was so scary it must have been ten feet long and prickled with spikes drenched in poison.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His smell?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A person’s nose would tingle from the sulfur and smoke in the air once the devil was 2 miles away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, Satan was merely an evil Disney character.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until we understand who Satan truly is, we will not be able to recognize evil and sin in all its forms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, this week we will be discussing Satan and move towards the nature of sin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For today, let’s get the background on Satan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stasi Elderidge revolutionized the way that I see Satan in her book &lt;u&gt;Captivating&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You may know that Satan was first named Lucifer, or Son of the Morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It infers a flory, a brightness or radiance unique to him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the days of his former glory…many believe he was the captain of the angel armies of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satan fell &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; of his beauty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now his heart for revenge is to assault beauty.” This excerpt is based off Ezekiel 28: “You were the model of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You were on the holy mount of God; you walked among the fiery stones…Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor” (Ezek. 28:12,14,17).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woah!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this is your first time to hear some of this, it may be information OVERLOAD.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It definitely was for me, so let’s break this down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First of all, Satan’s name is Lucifer, and he “was the model of perfection.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Said simply, Lucifer got cocky and believed that he was at the same level of holiness and power as God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucifer’s love for himself made him lose sight of God. What did God do with Satan next?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I [God] threw you to the ground…By sin after sin, by your corrupt ways of doing business, you defiled your holy places of worship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I set a fire around and within you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It burned you up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I reduced you to ashes” (Ezek. 28: 18).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the background on Satan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have even just a minute, read Ezekiel 28:11-19.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing to actually see Satan, the devil, for who he actually is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If nothing else, you should read this passage because it proves our Father to be one hardcore superhero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-4750930800459609013?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4750930800459609013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/satan-victim-to-hardcore-superhero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/4750930800459609013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/4750930800459609013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/satan-victim-to-hardcore-superhero.html' title='Satan: A Victim to a Hardcore Superhero'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-5107574760052770208</id><published>2009-10-11T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:44:36.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a blessed night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was running this morning, I realized just how selfish I was last night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong, in many ways I needed to feel all of those emotions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Identifying what is filling you with fear, doubt, or sadness is a crucial step in moving forward.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, in all of my thinking last night, I was only concerned of myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I talked about this in a previous post, but here is another example of how easy it is to think only about our own selves!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There it was, Saturday night, and I was grieving over this past relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning before church, though, I realized that I should have been celebrating!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has brilliantly designed each and every relationship in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each one has a purpose.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From these relationships, we have the opportunity to learn many lessons about life, about love, and about God himself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This past relationship of mine taught me so many great things in all of these areas!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a better person today for having had it, and I am nothing but grateful now for having been given that friendship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I also realized this morning was that it was time for me to let go of my biggest fear—the fear of being alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Perfect love drives out fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A fearful life is one not yet fully formed in love” (1 John 4: 18).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said this last night, but it brings true hope and encouragement to me now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was not living fully in Christ’s love last night, but I as a type these words right now, I vow to live my life in Christ’s love with every breath that He gives me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To all of my friends that have helped me make this transition to State, I am so blessed to have you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so sorry that I have dwelled in the past at times rather than move forward.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see now that it is my time to let go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have great times before us, and I see now that it is our time to celebrate!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In some ways, last night was a rough night, but in many ways, it was a blessed night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-5107574760052770208?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5107574760052770208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-i-was-running-this-morning-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5107574760052770208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5107574760052770208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-i-was-running-this-morning-i.html' title='It was a blessed night.'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-5432773415079632221</id><published>2009-10-10T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:15:37.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Greater than Our Worried Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight is Saturday night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is 7:30pm, and I am curled up on my bed, listening to music, and writing this post.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is wrong with this picture?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am crying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I crave depth. Whether it be in a favorite quote, a song’s lyrics, or a conversation, I crave the feeling of my soul being stirred.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I am talking with a person, I desire to reach that person on a level beyond superficial conversations and fake words. Maybe this is why I am terrible about texting and answering the phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what does all of this have to do with me being alone and crying on Saturday night?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I have friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could pick up my phone right now and call about 15 different people and make plans to hang out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, though, I feel more called to turn off my phone and avoid their texts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last year, I made the best friend that I have ever had in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was the relationship perfect?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it was far from that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We challenged each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had fun, we fought, we made mistakes, and we learned.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we just sat in silence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the first person that I ever sang and played my guitar for, and he was the first person to ever make me feel beautiful within my own skin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many times, we wiped tears from each other’s eyes when life seemed too hard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew me better than anyone else ever has.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the only person that ever took the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did we go wrong?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sin crept into our relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sin destroyed this beautiful gift that God had given to us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As much as I used to hate him for how he has hurt me, I know that I also have hurt him. I find myself wishing to talk to him, but I am afraid by the very thought of hearing his voice again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, I find myself grieving over the loss of this friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But tonight, I also find myself in the arms of my Savior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His face, I cannot see it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His arms, I cannot touch it, yet I know they are wrapped around me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, I find myself comforted by the only guaranteed force: the love that our Father has for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post is much different than all my other ones.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not filled with funny quotes or jokes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rather, it is filled with my true heart’s conviction:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“God is love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and matures in us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no room in love for fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well-formed love banishes fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We, though, are going to love—love and be loved.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First we were loved, now we love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He loved us first” (1 John 4:17-19 The Message).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter where you are tonight, I pray that God’s love will work within you as it is working within me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, rest with me in the promise that, “God is greater than our worried hearts” (1 John 3:20 Message).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-5432773415079632221?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5432773415079632221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-is-greater-than-our-worried-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5432773415079632221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/5432773415079632221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-is-greater-than-our-worried-hearts.html' title='God Is Greater than Our Worried Hearts'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-6997513718344052911</id><published>2009-10-08T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:35:36.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pray It Forward to Pay It Forward"</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the movie &lt;u&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;/u&gt;, the main character, Trevor, is assigned an extra credit assignment: to “think of an idea to change our world and put it into action.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the class complains to the teacher saying the project is too hard, crazy, and a “bummer idea”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor, however, creates a revolutionary plan: to “pay it forward.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The basis for this idea is simple: to help three persons in a way that they cannot help themselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each person should then do something for three other people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like a line of tumbling dominos, kindness spreads to many by one gentle tap: one person’s acts of kindness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trevor’s idea is great, and if actually put to practice, would have a huge ripple effect on our campus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With a little variation to this idea, we can “pay it forward” to more than three people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;PRAY&lt;/i&gt; it forward to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAY&lt;/span&gt; it forward.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why “pray it forward?"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer is the most precious gift that we can give someone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To pray for someone means giving that person—with their worries, their struggles, even their sources of joy—over to God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can pray for someone else when they don’t even realize they need it or when they are convinced God isn’t even real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now, imagine the struggles that you are going through—whether they be related to school, money, family, friends, health, God, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, consider that every single person around you has just as many, if not more, trials in their own life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine praying for all these people that you don’t even know.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine praying that no matter what their struggles may be, that God will work through them and be glorified in the end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prayer heals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer enlightens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer inspires.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer moves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer penetrates.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer gives the blessed assurance that God is always at work within us and through us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prayer allows us to step outside of our own problems and see that our lives have nothing to do with us but everything to do with God. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Prayer, my friends, is powerful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ghandi once said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has given us a similar purpose: to be the change &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; wishes to see in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Together, let’s &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;pray it forward to pay it forward&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s be the change.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s pray.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Video Clips from &lt;u&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGcwG-2owow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvbgetKzrmA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-6997513718344052911?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6997513718344052911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/pray-it-forward-to-pay-it-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/6997513718344052911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/6997513718344052911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/pray-it-forward-to-pay-it-forward.html' title='&quot;Pray It Forward to Pay It Forward&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-3363373810034339718</id><published>2009-10-07T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:09:29.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you ain't first..." well that's just fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Over this past weekend, I had an epiphany.  I’ve been living like Ricky Bobby! While I have absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; intention of praying to “Sweet, baby Jesus” or naming my children Walker and Texas Ranger, we’ve both been living with the same mentality: “If you ain’t first, you’re last.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haven’t we all found ourselves living by this quote?  Whether it be in an intramural kickball tournament, our academics, or by getting asked out, we are either a winner or a loser, on or not on the Dean’s list, noticed or not noticed by a special someone.  We find our self worth in all of these different things and become dismayed or burned out when they don’t satisfy us.  Even if they do build our ego, we soon are in search of more ways to satisfy our desires and sense of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Personally, I have struggled with this quite a bit!  Last year, I had my first boyfriend.  We spent too much time together, though, and my academics and other friendships suffered.  This is just one example; however, it shows how focusing on our own desires leads to a dead end.  Where I went wrong was that I was focusing on my own self.  I wasn’t focusing on God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C.S. Lewis once said, “If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for a different world.”  This is so true.  We have all been made for a different world.  We have been made for heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So how do we proceed? “We fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal” (1 Corinthians 4:18 NIV).  In other words, we need to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Let go and let God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“If you ain’t first…”  Well, I’d like to say that is just fine.  God is first anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-3363373810034339718?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3363373810034339718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-aint-first-well-thats-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3363373810034339718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3363373810034339718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-aint-first-well-thats-just-fine.html' title='&quot;If you ain&apos;t first...&quot; well that&apos;s just fine.'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-3110859990935493457</id><published>2009-10-04T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:09:04.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let It Fade"</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was in my car, and I felt the need to just "go."  Down the roads of Starkville, I went driving.  With the volume on 18, I blared music and got lost in the openness of the road, the glow of headlights on the pavement before me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song came on, one of my favorite Jeremy Camp songs, "Let It Fade."  The volume went up to 22.  The words go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;"Have you been walking on a surface that's uncertain?&lt;br /&gt;Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?&lt;br /&gt;You can't live this way too long.&lt;br /&gt;There's more than this, more than this.&lt;br /&gt;Have you been standing on your own feet too long?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been looking for a place where you belong?&lt;br /&gt;You can rest, you will find rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Let this old life crumble, let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;Let this new life offer be your saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?&lt;br /&gt;It will be gone, forever gone.&lt;br /&gt;It will be gone, it will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this old life crumble, let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;Let this new life offer be your saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Are you carrying the weight too much and running from the call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Let it fade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song reaches a deep place within me every time that I hear it.  To "Let it fade"--isn't this something we all wish that we could do?  He says it so simply, yet he says it so perfectly: "Let this old life crumble, let it fade.  Let this new life offer be your saving grace.  Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take just a minute to think about how this song relates to you.  "Are you carrying the weight too much and running from the call?"  That call is His plea.  Let Christ reach you where you are.  "Let His new life offer be your saving grace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let this old life crumble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it fade." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-3110859990935493457?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3110859990935493457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-day-i-was-in-my-car-and-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3110859990935493457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/3110859990935493457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-day-i-was-in-my-car-and-i-felt.html' title='&quot;Let It Fade&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384280752742708572.post-15006187880049811</id><published>2009-09-30T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:34:36.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In college, we live by demands.  Our alarm clock demands that we wake up.  Our professors demand that we attend class.  Our idea of popularity demands that we live in the social scene.  Our future demands that we build a resume and make good grades.  Our lives are shaped by demands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Crying out from this chaos, however, is a plea.  Some hear it, but some don't.  Some even mistake it as another demand.  This plea is to live for Christ.  All of a sudden, hairs on the back of your neck may have stood up.  Let me tell you again for the plea remains the same.  We are to live for Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Leading up to these days in college, we have always been told one thing: “Your college years are the time of most freedom and least responsibility.  Enjoy them while they last!”  For some, this statement is pure exhilaration, a reason to wake up only to decide to skip class.  The demands, for these people, simply advertise more opportunities to take advantage of their freedom.  For others, the response is fear, and the demands are their safety net.  After all, this statement heralds freedom with no responsibility.  This statement brings the reality that Mom and Dad really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;won’t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; be there to watch our every move.  We realize we are finally “free.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;For many of us, we experience a combination of these reactions.  We have a desire to “go out and live life to fullest,” but our feet never quite seem to leave the ground.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;No matter where you are in your college life--whether you have a major or don’t have a major, like to party or study, believe in God or don’t believe in God—we are all in this together.  The truth is, we are all just trying to discover why we are here and for what in the world we are living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Join me on this journey, a path through our demanding life in college.  Our destination?  I have no idea.  What I do know is that God knows.  Together, let’s figure out what it means to be a Christian in this time of our lives—a time of searching for our identity in many different places with many different faces.  Together, let's listen to the plea.  I don’t know about you, but I have a confession. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Sarah’s Cofession: I’m with the Big Guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384280752742708572-15006187880049811?l=sarahhollinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/feeds/15006187880049811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-to-plea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/15006187880049811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384280752742708572/posts/default/15006187880049811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhollinger.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-to-plea.html' title='Listen to the Plea'/><author><name>Sarah Hollinger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571161979283711189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAm8OeGgvm0/SsK4kMCk_mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XpKpVSm6pDM/S220/IMG_0202_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
