<?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-4608003775623638739</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:27:38.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can pour us out, we won't mind.</title><subtitle type='html'>A scratch around the mouth of the glass. My life is no longer mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-608756036235739050</id><published>2009-07-15T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:38:15.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for a &lt;a href="http://juliannaaaa.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-608756036235739050?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/608756036235739050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=608756036235739050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/608756036235739050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/608756036235739050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-5313376499569124504</id><published>2009-05-31T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:06:42.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="DISPLAY: block" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:73489" width="360" height="301" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="autoPlay=false" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 18px" valign="center"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; 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Plans are quickly changing and my heart rate is a little higher these days. Instead of doors opening and closing, it seems like everything is waiting on the other side of one of those fancy rotating doors that lead into a classy building.You gotta catch it at the right time, or else you'll have a broken nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I serve a God that is bigger. It's a process in holding to that truth whole-heartedly but I'm pass the intial start. He smashes and enhances agendas, including my own so that they line up with his glory and his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So Here's to the next most logical step in faith. May I seek his glory in it before my own relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SiGDJc7xF6I/AAAAAAAAATM/30urguCrm1g/s1600-h/city.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341694831447054242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SiGDJc7xF6I/AAAAAAAAATM/30urguCrm1g/s320/city.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-5338076209424116873?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/5338076209424116873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=5338076209424116873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5338076209424116873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5338076209424116873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-thus-far-has-been-unsettling.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SiGDJc7xF6I/AAAAAAAAATM/30urguCrm1g/s72-c/city.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-7449970920474864533</id><published>2009-05-13T14:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:20:41.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"My master told a parable once that we should always pray and not lose heart. When you face the Corruption of life, he says "Come boldly and trust Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grant me justice against my adversary, that thieving traitor I despise. Every word you speak is a prophecy that I feel true, over me you speak. I believe countering his deceit, your will be released within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m not here alone. I rise and smash agendas back. And one day soon I'll see it, my prayers, your prayers, they will be answered. All my life I wished for a fight that actually meant something more than all this earthly waste. I hope to bring people face to face with you lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll get no sleep from my eyes till she comes home.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll get no sleep from me. Ill sit here and pray alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lost will see the high cost as you paid. I plead War. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All My Watchmen, Wake Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SgsNhlUTbrI/AAAAAAAAARc/EOjjTUDdGVA/s1600-h/l_37c5ee3f6be7c9ee80d0ceadabd6e0a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335373054154600114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SgsNhlUTbrI/AAAAAAAAARc/EOjjTUDdGVA/s320/l_37c5ee3f6be7c9ee80d0ceadabd6e0a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sleep from my Eyes- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/sleepingxgiant"&gt;Sleeping Giant&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/4608003775623638739-7449970920474864533?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/7449970920474864533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=7449970920474864533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7449970920474864533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7449970920474864533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-master-told-parable-once-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SgsNhlUTbrI/AAAAAAAAARc/EOjjTUDdGVA/s72-c/l_37c5ee3f6be7c9ee80d0ceadabd6e0a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-3794989992663152072</id><published>2009-05-11T12:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:45:25.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDq1gETo18w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDq1gETo18w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its safe to say that a movie score is my favorite thing about what goes into a film and what makes it great. I think that John Williams just may have the best job in the world and I teared up watching this. He is one on my list of the hands that I would like to shake someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-3794989992663152072?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/3794989992663152072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=3794989992663152072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3794989992663152072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3794989992663152072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/05/john-williams-just-may-have-best-job-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-4802341933922959349</id><published>2009-05-01T16:35:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:35:03.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sftd3fudeVI/AAAAAAAAARE/p9PuaWSH_WE/s1600-h/HPIM2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330957791913670994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sftd3fudeVI/AAAAAAAAARE/p9PuaWSH_WE/s320/HPIM2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken flying over the Netherlands early one morning after take off in route back home form Uganda. I've always loved this picture. I drive by the airport almost everyday and lately I get a little pit in my stomach at the though of not being in one of those planes overhead. Perhaps the oppertunity will come soon enough...But I can plan anyway, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I introduced my mom to Dead and Gone by TI featuring Justin Timberlake. By the end we were singing it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far my summer list consist of: books, piano, internship, backpacking, Nashville with Meg, Hillsong in Hotlanta with Rachel, writing more, Bluegrass night at El Barrito, perhaps a summer class or two, making and saving a little green, nursing home, helping out at the news here and there, Lake Murray, various trips to Charleston and Greenville, gardening, painting, educating myself on movies and being barefoot as much as possible...More to come, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://www.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott and Seth, perhaps one day I will shake yall's hand and be able to thank you in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Souls like the wings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spreading out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Away from bad memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make us capable of taking off and landing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alive with understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me go, let me go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-4802341933922959349?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/4802341933922959349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=4802341933922959349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4802341933922959349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4802341933922959349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-taken-flying-over-netherlands.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sftd3fudeVI/AAAAAAAAARE/p9PuaWSH_WE/s72-c/HPIM2126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-9182898347688404242</id><published>2009-04-18T01:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:31:39.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sel0HQmMs0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_mNHlhWQCg/s1600-h/n507106434_1081820_4469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325915702405411650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sel0HQmMs0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_mNHlhWQCg/s400/n507106434_1081820_4469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't already tell from every single one their faces, I wish I could somehow convey to you just how much joy these little boys had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-9182898347688404242?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/9182898347688404242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=9182898347688404242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/9182898347688404242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/9182898347688404242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sel0HQmMs0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_mNHlhWQCg/s72-c/n507106434_1081820_4469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-7545430416498521897</id><published>2009-04-10T20:49:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:11:26.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recommend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; setting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zOrV-5vh1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zOrV-5vh1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-7545430416498521897?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/7545430416498521897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=7545430416498521897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7545430416498521897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7545430416498521897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-friend-reminded-me-that-jesus-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-1303812451304608439</id><published>2009-04-05T09:55:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:17:34.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still know my hands</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for dark crowded corners filled with good music and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/austincrane"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Austin Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thedirtandtheflood"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Dirt and the Flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early yesterday and went to the oh so familar Wired Bean to study. Dearest Megan was working and we enjoyed each other's company over coffee and Mewithoutyou. She's good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to wake up early for no reason, then college happened. But I'm beginning to welcome the early hours again with open arms...Nothing is tampered yet and the lighting is perfect. It's humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is this cat's birthday. Happy Birthday Mandrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SdjFlLVO1HI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VQ1OKkBS-tU/s1600-h/n12633953_39126145_4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321220202225914994" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SdjFlLVO1HI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VQ1OKkBS-tU/s320/n12633953_39126145_4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-1303812451304608439?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/1303812451304608439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=1303812451304608439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/1303812451304608439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/1303812451304608439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-still-know-my-hands.html' title='I still know my hands'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SdjFlLVO1HI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VQ1OKkBS-tU/s72-c/n12633953_39126145_4163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-2989040308843189130</id><published>2009-03-28T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:56:04.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irckWc-Pm3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irckWc-Pm3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; I have a crush on the 1989 version on John Cusack...or maybe it's just Lloyd Dobler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-2989040308843189130?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/2989040308843189130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=2989040308843189130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/2989040308843189130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/2989040308843189130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-crush-on-1989-version-on-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-102892222334197338</id><published>2009-03-25T22:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:20:23.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stompin' Grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being the 20 year old young lady that I am, I found myself in the creek today. It was rainy, I had muddy elbows, I caught 2 lizards, and I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other news, I'm starting ProjectPostal '09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get Ready...if you want. I'm not forcing you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-102892222334197338?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/102892222334197338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=102892222334197338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/102892222334197338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/102892222334197338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/03/stompin-grounds.html' title='Stompin&apos; Grounds'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-8038320980011604261</id><published>2009-03-21T22:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:49:08.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I want to know Christ and the power of his ressurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow to attain to the resurrection from the dead."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/ScWkozIAZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mLIzo3kPcm4/s1600-h/n110501958_30817193_6143219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835956006250210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/ScWkozIAZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mLIzo3kPcm4/s400/n110501958_30817193_6143219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-8038320980011604261?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/8038320980011604261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=8038320980011604261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/8038320980011604261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/8038320980011604261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-know-christ-and-power-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/ScWkozIAZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mLIzo3kPcm4/s72-c/n110501958_30817193_6143219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-5407435348549416293</id><published>2009-03-14T14:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:19:22.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isaiah 41:10, Matthew 28:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd only make the softest sound, like sugar pouring into tea. Darling let your self pour down and dissolve into the Love who revealed himself there quietly to me." -Mewithoutyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies will soon enough become nothing more than an objective of destruction in battle. I will scream back louder in the Love and in affirmation that is undeniable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-5407435348549416293?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/5407435348549416293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=5407435348549416293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5407435348549416293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5407435348549416293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-we-are-made-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-5236551473569486297</id><published>2009-03-03T23:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:59:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greenville happened this past weekend. So many good things happened: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying a rainy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old Jokes. New Jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My people. My loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOUNTAINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilies and Sparrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyndal Turner, My Barnabas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bed talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure talent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JuJu Bees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonic times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Towmey is the happiest man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Petty residence and their quesidillas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bethany's Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite piano in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IMh2BgvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMDxcN2OeEs/s1600-h/n110501853_30808479_956067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309190022052807410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IMh2BgvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMDxcN2OeEs/s320/n110501853_30808479_956067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IRBQ8GmI/AAAAAAAAANY/jT4XvuejsMQ/s1600-h/n110501853_30808480_6573418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309190099206675042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IRBQ8GmI/AAAAAAAAANY/jT4XvuejsMQ/s320/n110501853_30808480_6573418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IEz92SwI/AAAAAAAAANI/rC2OcNsirKU/s1600-h/n110501853_30808473_8359645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309189889478511362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IEz92SwI/AAAAAAAAANI/rC2OcNsirKU/s320/n110501853_30808473_8359645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave for D.C. on Saturday with Midtown, not really having a clue whats going on and not really knowing many people. I like it better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play piano a lot more these days. I don't have a clue what I'm playing but it feels right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss walking through Hoima, holding Collins' hand and drinking Stoney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-5236551473569486297?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/5236551473569486297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=5236551473569486297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5236551473569486297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/5236551473569486297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/03/greenville-happened-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sa4IMh2BgvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMDxcN2OeEs/s72-c/n110501853_30808479_956067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-6488153443845996668</id><published>2009-02-14T00:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:46:27.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I'm having a bad day, or a good day...or just an okay day, I watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNI9z6PCqQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNI9z6PCqQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-6488153443845996668?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/6488153443845996668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=6488153443845996668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6488153443845996668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6488153443845996668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-when-im-having-bad-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-6208182060011961709</id><published>2009-02-09T18:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:19:34.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been blessed with some fun times recently. Adventures, new friends, old friends, good conversation, hidden treasures, front porch sits, good music and good food. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick got hitched to one heck of lady on Saturday. I've learned a lot from this man over recent years, and I don't use the word "man" loosely. He's been such a brother and an encouragement and I miss him very much...Lindsay is beautiful and her spirit is so evident and I'm blessed to have been apart of their day. Tears were shed, Beyonce was played, and the ride back was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;-D.C. is probably going to happen over spring break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Beyonce. Cancer Bats. Kings of Leon. Anathallo. Call to Preserve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Casablanca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Nathan Willis Suprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Phil Miller knows more about cars than you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Parking Meters can suck it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Megan Venters was a small rodent in a previous life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I WILL question Trevor Alvin Miller's leadership." - Rachel Olshine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-6208182060011961709?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/6208182060011961709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=6208182060011961709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6208182060011961709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6208182060011961709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-blessed-with-some-fun-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-2097914576428069445</id><published>2009-01-31T00:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:54:42.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this about a year ago. I came across it today finding that it means more to me now than it did then. Such irony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"I think it's beautiful that the Truth is consistent not matter the culture or generation...Assurance. I want honesty to resonate in such of a way that it rings clear and leaves no other option but to love God, love people. I believe it's already happening. We still have a long way to go, but we're past the start and that's beautiful too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Him, you also, after listening to the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation-having also believed, you were sealed in Him with the Holy Spirit of promise, who is given as a pledge of our inheritance, with a view to the redemption of God's own possession, to the praise of His glory. " Ephesians 1:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm becoming exhausted from solely seeking out goals. What happened to just seeking Christ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May we be found where Truth is told always."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I saw the pain in your eyes when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave up all that was yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And When Your face hit the pavement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just walked on by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't deserve it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, look me in the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hear me say these words to you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you have come too far to try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your whole worthiness has been given to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't deserve it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you've strayed so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do you know what our Father's done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ring is on your fingertips;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the celebration , here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The angels sing as if they were one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you could throw it all away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what's out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So live away, you are free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't have to be afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to come home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome Home by The Dirt and The Flood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-2097914576428069445?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/2097914576428069445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=2097914576428069445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/2097914576428069445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/2097914576428069445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-pain-in-your-eyes-when-you-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-4542313431806153837</id><published>2009-01-30T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:13:42.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is this facebook fad at the current moment to post 25 random things about yourself. I decided to partially conform and do it in blog form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never been to a college football game.&lt;br /&gt;2. I always wear earrings.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will loose my mind if I don't know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have crushes on unlikely movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;5. The beach is great, but I'll take mountains any day.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want my children to have tree houses and forts and Isimply can't wait to see them having adventures.&lt;br /&gt;7. I would like to think I'm really good at doing accents.&lt;br /&gt;8. I always count the number of steps when i go up and down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;9. I look just like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have a heart for large cities. I'm aware I have a place there but I don't know how or when.&lt;br /&gt;12. I've only thrown up once and it happend 15 years ago. I've never had the flu and never had a stomach virus.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm deathly afraid of realistic dolls, particually ventriloquist due to cruel jokes and mishaps as a child. I'm known cry over such things...recently.&lt;br /&gt;14. When I get nervous, scared or very angry, I'm unable to move and my biceps burn.&lt;br /&gt;15. I still keep somewhat track of marching bands.&lt;br /&gt;16. I want to be in a musical at least once.&lt;br /&gt;18. I have many nicknames but I've been called Ju my whole life and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have to make my bed before I get in it.&lt;br /&gt;20. I go to the Southern 500 race at Darlington each year.&lt;br /&gt;21. For me, I'm not the same person after Hoima, Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;22. I grew up around firefighters and I now that I'm old enough to appreciate it, I love the sound of a firetruck.&lt;br /&gt;23. Pelion is one of, if not the most, redneck area in South Carolina and I held the title of Little Miss Pelion in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;24. Sometimes I get sincerely sad at the thought of not being able to go to Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm convinced that Love wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-4542313431806153837?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/4542313431806153837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=4542313431806153837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4542313431806153837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4542313431806153837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-this-facebook-fad-at-current.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-7231256348677697361</id><published>2009-01-20T18:03:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:17:55.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysoulstillponder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; and I made our way to the big MB this weekend to hang out with my family. Myrtle Beach is notorious for being a redneck travler's dream but after going hundreds of times, we were fortunate enough to see a beautiful side of it that we didn't know existsed. My family took our camper to the state park where there are the most beautiful oak trees and sand dunes. The quiet and cold air was needed a little more that I realized. It was rather low key and brief, but great: sat on the pier, pissed off a seagull or two...or three, family time, a "nice sea food dinner," listened to a lot of Ryan Adams and Eastmountainsouth, a few measly attempts at climbing trees, made friends with sweet old man named Bobby who worked at Krispy Kreame, and of course an open road and good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293530999272933218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXZmZcMuh2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TusJ_Ns358w/s320/0117091404a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293539683774731778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXZuS8fTlgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/F1agK85T7LY/s320/0117091613%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a white yard this morning and although it was short lived I enjoyed the change in scenery. I laugh at the chaos that our area goes into as if we're preparing for a blizzard. However, that same chaos got me another 30min of sleep before going to class and I got to watch my excited 7 year old step brother almost burst at the fact of having a day off for a snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293539937465398786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXZuhtj39gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UlbOTs7dhQI/s320/0120091040%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293540284866770482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXZu17u0NjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kKpv8GmxQT4/s320/0120091041a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;(Thanks camera phone.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chicago or Nashville.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Canoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;House Church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stationary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Color Pencils.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aslan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Medical Terminology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lemon Pound Cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Justice at itʼs best is love correcting everything&lt;br /&gt;that stands against love.” -Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-7231256348677697361?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/7231256348677697361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=7231256348677697361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7231256348677697361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7231256348677697361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/01/megan-and-i-made-our-way-to-big-mb-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXZmZcMuh2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TusJ_Ns358w/s72-c/0117091404a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-3093558219304415044</id><published>2009-01-16T22:01:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:35:10.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXFXm68cbBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EmLZ3gwN_8A/s1600-h/_slide_by_dippedFEATHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292107363306466322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXFXm68cbBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EmLZ3gwN_8A/s320/_slide_by_dippedFEATHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as faith is nothing without action, I would like to think that the same goes for hope. Perhaps they are one in the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blues and Let Your Love be Strong, both by Switchfoot, have been in such a heavy but beautiful rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those big moments were you expect to lose you breath but instead, you discover it's easier to breathe than ever? When you think you're walking on ice but come to find, it seems to be the most solid stone you've ever stepped on? It's been a while since I've had one of those, maybe even years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter beach weather happens tomorrow with the family and the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;An open road and good conversation is needed and welcomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Rock.&lt;br /&gt;And Roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ezc4rcPOqWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ezc4rcPOqWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-3093558219304415044?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/3093558219304415044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=3093558219304415044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3093558219304415044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3093558219304415044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-as-faith-is-nothing-without-action.html' title='Currents'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SXFXm68cbBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EmLZ3gwN_8A/s72-c/_slide_by_dippedFEATHER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-6094462373570152175</id><published>2009-01-06T16:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:00:47.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Petty wedding was one for the books. Simple. Beautiful. I love them both....It was good to get a glimpse of those mountains one last time for a little while and not too mention the wonderful people who live in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess that cat's out of the bagel...I saw that on Rugrats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start Monday. I have, no clue what to expect. I'm starting to think that diving in may be the only way to adjust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked the dam today, 3 miles total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone time was needed and I see it happening more.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289087029974609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SWacoYfDMCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/T-UwJrUnUcs/s320/0108091315%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those 5 towers on one side, and the Columbia skyline on the other reminded me that I'm home. Reality of circumstances along with their intimidation crept in and there is more to come, no doubt. But at the end of the day, I have truth. I know where I stand just as much as I know where I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“I love songs about horses, railroads, land, Judgment Day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family, hard times, whiskey, courtship, marriage, adultery, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;separation, murder, war, prison, rambling, damnation, home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salvation, death, pride, humor, piety, rebellion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patriotism, larceny, determination, tragedy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rowdiness, heartbreak and love. And Mother. And God.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Johnny Cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-6094462373570152175?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/6094462373570152175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=6094462373570152175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6094462373570152175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/6094462373570152175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2009/01/petty-wedding-was-one-for-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SWacoYfDMCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/T-UwJrUnUcs/s72-c/0108091315%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-61594074517623025</id><published>2008-12-27T00:45:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:23:53.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight:&lt;br /&gt;They forgot the pineapple on the pizza so Josh and I handled it.&lt;br /&gt;Had an awful batch of Sour Patch Kids...didn't know that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew joined us. We shot guns.&lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel. I'm not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;Making fun of each other in old yearbooks.&lt;br /&gt;A.W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;Solid conversation with one of my favorite married couples.&lt;br /&gt;Megan is good bistra in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me in person about Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana Theory's Emotionalism album never gets old...10th grade anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas festivities had their moments but was still low key and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Day after = chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Columbia skyline from on top of a hill last night. Silent affirmation is so strong these days and I didn't know my heart for this place could be restored not only this much, but in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post culture shock is setting in and I welcome it. I prefer to stay on my toes because right now that's the safest yet boldest place to be. Being bold isn't such a distant subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...because apart from You, I am nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tractors. Firetrucks. Rainbow Bright. Reba McEntire. Sound of a steel guitar. Open Fields. Plum Trees. So much childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPqpcfTNmbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPqpcfTNmbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-61594074517623025?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/61594074517623025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=61594074517623025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/61594074517623025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/61594074517623025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-they-forgot-pineapple-on-pizza.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-7287667318376644310</id><published>2008-12-25T12:31:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:44:37.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPEhET3mKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BqaCnnv2-tk/s1600-h/Africa+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283782860207528098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPEhET3mKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BqaCnnv2-tk/s320/Africa+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283782489320468770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPELepgMSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QoF_e5GZGLo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283786653886340514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPH943YXaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dxefm77JJA4/s320/Africa+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPD-e0aM4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/0_n1uP01pxE/s1600-h/n110501968_30755135_6238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283782266027914114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPD-e0aM4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/0_n1uP01pxE/s320/n110501968_30755135_6238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284341392638301522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVXAf7wZVVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/COPKOl6FsBE/s320/Africa+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283787089735555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPIXQh7mkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oyNkVmhX_cg/s320/Africa+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Gospel is such a sweet sound to me again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas.&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/4608003775623638739-7287667318376644310?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/7287667318376644310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=7287667318376644310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7287667318376644310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/7287667318376644310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/SVPEhET3mKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BqaCnnv2-tk/s72-c/Africa+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-4276282335598451768</id><published>2008-12-09T20:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:42:43.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams are over. I'm home and settled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sbc.melb.catholic.edu.au/project_africa/images/uganda-map.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://www.sbc.melb.catholic.edu.au/project_africa/images/uganda-map.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sbc.melb.catholic.edu.au/project_africa/images/uganda-map.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kendra and I were talking today and we have no idea what to expect and we both agreed that this is a good thing. Whether they are good or not, I do not want to be set back by any false expectations and only pray that his preparation would be made right in us and each person we come in contact with...I've been a vulnerable person all semester for many reason and I hold every confidence that the same vulnerability that was such good soil for fear, will be the same vulnerability that the Lord uses to manifest himself, in not just me but the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or team is beautiful, passionate and love themselves some Jesus, some of which are my best friends. Their hearts are so encouraging and I want to learn to love them and the rest of our team better on this trip and become the church with them. I can't imagine a better way to leave NGU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"One generation will commend your works to another. They will tell of your mighty acts. "Psalm 145:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-4276282335598451768?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/4276282335598451768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=4276282335598451768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4276282335598451768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/4276282335598451768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-old-friend.html' title='Hello Old Friend'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-3678052950145374732</id><published>2008-12-06T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:09:07.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I've got your back" has a refreshed meaning to me after this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are God fearing, beautiful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-3678052950145374732?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/3678052950145374732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=3678052950145374732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3678052950145374732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3678052950145374732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-your-back-has-refreshed-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-3823858792040233419</id><published>2008-11-29T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:13:36.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are stronger than you think and I'm going to fight with you, speaking power in the name of Christ with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong arms.&lt;br /&gt;A swift but steady and beautiful hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear minds.&lt;br /&gt;Resilient hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-3823858792040233419?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/3823858792040233419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=3823858792040233419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3823858792040233419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3823858792040233419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-stronger-than-you-think-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-876504228085334549</id><published>2008-11-19T01:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:03:06.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I pray I take these days for what they are meant to be taken for.  Today, cold air filled my lungs and I felt a lot of life for the first time in months, and dare I say even a year or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My flesh and my heart my fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh Jesus, you are strong and swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Show me the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So much life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-876504228085334549?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/876504228085334549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=876504228085334549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/876504228085334549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/876504228085334549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pray-i-take-these-days-for-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-1795918195557958897</id><published>2008-11-14T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:31:21.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdowns</title><content type='html'>3 weeks left at North Greenville.&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks until Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks till I get back to where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new King of Leons album is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home, a little sick, it's raining, and I found a stack of National Geographic magazines from 1984. It is going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not just a God of hope, but also a God of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed your drama to the serpents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-1795918195557958897?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/1795918195557958897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=1795918195557958897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/1795918195557958897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/1795918195557958897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdowns.html' title='Countdowns'/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4608003775623638739.post-3969054555186654467</id><published>2008-10-20T22:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:27:54.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Julianna Alexis Hendrix.&lt;div&gt;By the grace of God, I am 20 years and am what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sinner who is hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but there is a song. Sometimes it's loud and war-like with pulsing drums. And at others, it is slow and soft like a cello... But nevertheless it is strong and victorious. It moves from note to note in truth and in promise. Each melody holds that strong, steadiness of affirmation. Its tone rings of nothing but freedom, justice and honesty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow, it all echos back in prefect and simple humility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the discouraging screams of Satan, I sing back louder to You in praise the precious song You sang to me. It will never be as sweet as your sound Jesus, but you are making my arms strong for the task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4608003775623638739-3969054555186654467?l=oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/feeds/3969054555186654467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4608003775623638739&amp;postID=3969054555186654467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3969054555186654467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4608003775623638739/posts/default/3969054555186654467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneheartsprogression.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-julianna-alexis-hendrix.html' title=''/><author><name>Julianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02445629678812660747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG_wxMD8hIs/Sc0bOB4uHdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FOKIDtPrlpA/S220/n1493160031_30125347_8980.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
