<?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-4200750344543087159</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:27:47.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>//Day and Night//</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6907809717855281588</id><published>2010-08-06T14:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:16:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighters</title><content type='html'>"And have mercy on those who doubt; save others by snatching them out of the fire; to others show mercy with fear, hating even the garment stained by the flesh." -Jude 1:22-23 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And refute [so as to] convict some who dispute with you, and on some have mercy who waver and doubt. [Strive to] save others, snatching [them] out of [the] fire; on others take pity [but] with fear, loathing even the garment spotted by the flesh and polluted by their sensuality." -Jude 1:22-23 (AMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go easy on those who hesitate in the faith. Go after those who take the wrong way. Be tender with sinners, but not soft on sin. The sin itself stinks to high heaven." -Jude 1:22-23 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little kid, I've always had the utmost respect for firefighters. What a life! Every time they put on their uniform, their lives are in danger. They're modern day super heroes, to say the least. And knowing that we're called to be spiritual firefighters on campus, at work, at home, and in every day life is a powerful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading these verses, the word "snatch" popped out at me. I looked it up in the original Greek, and the word for snatch is "harpazo". It means to seize or to snatch out or away. According to Merriam Webster, snatch means "to take or grasp abruptly or hastily". Hastily means "undue (excessive) eagerness to act". As I looked even closer at these verses, God revealed to me three key points, and this is how I'll see my school rocked by Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;The Message translations says, "Go easy on those who hesitate in the faith," and the ESV says, "And have mercy on those who doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefighters are patient, but they are always ready. As soon as they get an emergency call, they're equipped and ready to go in seconds. 2 Timothy 4:2 says, "Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct,  rebuke and encourage--with great patience and careful instruction." When you tell someone about Jesus, chances are they're not always going to want to listen. But as you pray and intercede for them, the day will come when they ask you, "So who is this Jesus guy?" That is our emergency call. It says to "be prepared in and out of season"; basically, be ready when you feel like it and when you don't. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't waste time.&lt;br /&gt;The Amplified says, "[Strive to] save others, snatching [them] out of [the] fire." There's an urgency about it. How ridiculous would it be if a firefighter was standing outside of a burning home full of people and did nothing about it? We as Christians do this. I know I've been guilty. When our friends talk about feeling depressed and suicidal, how do we respond? Are we passive and say, "Hey it's going to be alright," or are we passionate and say, "Hey, God's got a plan and a purpose for your life. There's more than this; there's hope and you have a future." Too many times we just sit back and watch when we're called into that burning house. Just knowing that I can forever change someone's life by telling them about Jesus at the expense of my comfort, makes it worth it. I'm all up for it. I want an undue eagerness to act within me. Don't waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hate the sin, but love the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;The Message says, "Be tender with sinners, but not soft on sin. The sin itself stinks to high heaven." The ESV says, "...hating even the garment stained by the flesh." We can't be soft with sin, because if we are, it will eventually overcome us. But we must love the hell out of them just like Jesus did. It also says to "...show mercy with fear." This is critical. Basically, keep your guard up. Because if you're not careful, the influence will shift, and they'll be the ones influencing you. Hate the sin, but love the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a fireman steps into a burning house, before he even leaves the station, he's suited up. In the same way, we too must be protected with the armor of God, devotion time, and being filled with the Spirit. We may get burned, but we won't stay burned. There's always a risk when a firefighter attacks the flame, and it's one I'm willing to take. God spoke to me, "The hours we spend doing nothing, are the hours that the people we're supposed to lead to Jesus spend burning." I'm all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6907809717855281588?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6907809717855281588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/firefighters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6907809717855281588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6907809717855281588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/firefighters.html' title='Firefighters'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7798275315244957575</id><published>2010-07-27T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:32:24.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of My Chains...</title><content type='html'>"And because of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chains&lt;/span&gt;, most of the brothers and sisters  have become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dare all the more&lt;/span&gt; to proclaim the gospel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; fear." -Philippians 1:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chains that used to hold us back, are now the chains that push us forward. I will never forget the day that God got a hold of me, and I was forever changed. What used to be a bondage in my life, is now evidence of God's power in and through it. There was purpose in the pain. Not only did it lead me to God, but it has also led others and will continue to do so. We overcome by the word of our testimony and by the blood of the lamb. But it's not just for us; it's for others, that they may proclaim the gospel without fear. I love this. It's the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7798275315244957575?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7798275315244957575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-of-my-chains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7798275315244957575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7798275315244957575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-of-my-chains.html' title='Because of My Chains...'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-4803266403445172536</id><published>2010-06-11T15:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:34:40.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"All Things New"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All who are weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will give you rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, come and rest in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love has come to make you new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love has come to make you new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your past is forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your future is restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These chains are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your stains are no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I make all things new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stacey//&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-4803266403445172536?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4803266403445172536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-song-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4803266403445172536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4803266403445172536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-song-4.html' title='New Song #4'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-4068293073826251120</id><published>2010-05-22T15:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:09:48.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Forever I am Yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me out of darkness&lt;br /&gt;And brought me out of night&lt;br /&gt;You opened up my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;Your wonderful light&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was still hiding in sin&lt;br /&gt;You found me and took me in&lt;br /&gt;You covered me with grace&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm forever changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we walk together&lt;br /&gt;You're with me through it all&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my shelter&lt;br /&gt;From the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing&lt;br /&gt;I will dance&lt;br /&gt;I will declare         &lt;br /&gt;The greatness of my king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-4068293073826251120?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4068293073826251120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-song-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4068293073826251120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4068293073826251120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-song-3.html' title='New Song #3'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6699946273356194660</id><published>2010-01-22T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:11:43.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken."&lt;/em&gt; -CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. It’s a common theme in our generation. Within every person, there is an innate desire to love and to be loved. But this desire comes at a price, and it’s a price few are willing to pay. What is it that causes the words “I love you” to be so dangerous? What defines love, or better yet, what does love give definition to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in a state of beautiful perplexity. This extravagant affection I feel leaves me at a loss for words, but it is in my loss for words that I find peace. I find meaning. I find purpose. Love is an overflowing well, an ocean in which I drown in, the sun I bask in. Love defines me; it is my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up the task of love comes at a price. It requires sacrifice. Both, love and sacrifice, are intricate and intertwined. You cannot have one over the other, for they go hand-in-hand. Vulnerability, I have found, is key in experiencing and developing love, true love. For love, in its purest form, has no conditions, no boundaries, no limits, and no end. It is in the words “I love you” that this commitment is found, and it is this commitment that causes love to be so dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committing to the object of your affection, gives permission for that object to break your heart. By all means it is no sorrowful sever, but a beautiful mend in which change can commence. Love is give, and love is take. It draws things out of us and places new things in. This process of falling in love and giving your heart away is a difficult one, but the joyous life it brings makes it all worth it. Your heart, all you are, will be wrung. In fact, it might even break! For when we fall in love, we surrender our hearts, our entire lives! But it is in this sacrifice that love is made whole, perfect. Sacrifice defines love, and love defines us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6699946273356194660?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6699946273356194660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6699946273356194660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6699946273356194660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7501440562291687956</id><published>2010-01-09T20:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:57:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for my English class, and I thought I'd share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in divine purpose. My life is not a coincidence, but a vessel to be used for change. There is a God; he’s very much alive. If not, my life would be very much over. Life in pursuit of God is not easy, but it is worth it. This I believe.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in a constant state of amazement. Most people would scoff at this idea of awe, but how can I not be consumed with wonder? God, who formed the cosmos, formed me. In fact, he’s still forming me. I am but mere clay in his skilled hands. My life, both in the valley and on the mountain, is being shaped into a vessel for change. As I fix my eyes and set my heart on God, I will do things I never thought imaginable. Not by my strength, but by the strength I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; received through the one who made me.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truth is evident in my life. One area in particular, is in the area of athletics. Excelling in sports is second nature to me. Some say it’s because of hard work. Others say it’s because of luck, but I say it’s because of God. This talent I possess is not for my glory, but for the glory of the one who gave it to me. God has given me a platform.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of my high school career, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; achieved many accomplishments, one being the Varsity Track and Field Team. I began throwing my freshman year, and I quickly fell in love with the sport. I placed first in Districts in both shot put and discus. My sophomore year I progressed to Varsity. I placed third in Districts for my favorite event, discus. This was not easy. I was faced with the best of the best, and the odds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t in my favor. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t rely on my own strength; I trusted God. I then went on to compete in the State Championships, and placed sixteenth out of Idaho’s top throwers. I know that this upcoming season is going to be the best yet!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These achievements I possess are a product of time well spent. As I dedicate my life to follow God with all my heart, everything else will fall into place. Because of my gifting in athletics, I was given an opportunity to speak at a rally known as Fields of Faith. I spoke to over 150 students and shared the story of how God changed my life. I never would have pictured myself in such a position, but God is using me as a vessel for change. My life is not defined by coincidence, but by purpose. This I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7501440562291687956?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7501440562291687956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7501440562291687956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7501440562291687956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-i-believe.html' title='This I Believe'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6708596486970847365</id><published>2010-01-09T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:34:21.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Disher (Entry #1)</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I work at Primos as the infamous dishwasher. Most would be repulsed at the thought of washing dishes all day, but I find myself loving it. It's definitely a job not for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was asked to scrub the triple sinks, and what a joy that was. Within the third sink, there was a blanket of hardened, green grime. It took me over 15 minutes to scrub half of it off. I didn't finish cleaning it all today; I'll have to scrub the rest off tomorrow. This got me thinking. Was I so different from this sink? My life was one filled with sin, or you could say, just like the sink, I was covered in grime. But that's when God came in; he scrubbed me clean. It was a difficult process, one in which change didn't happen over night. But it did happen. This sink couldn't clean itself; I had to clean it. When we try to rid ourselves of filth simply by using our own strength, we become dirtier. The only way we'll be scrubbed clean is if we let God do the scrubbing. He's the ultimate disher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6708596486970847365?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6708596486970847365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-of-disher-entry-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6708596486970847365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6708596486970847365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-of-disher-entry-1.html' title='Thoughts of a Disher (Entry #1)'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-2240496174450414328</id><published>2009-11-23T20:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:53:30.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Symphony of Your Love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you sing over me, j&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oy composes a symphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and how sweet is this melody l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;iving within me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing to me Heaven's song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My treasure, my all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The symphony of your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resounds within my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing to me your melody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll dance to the symphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing to me, oh, love of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your song is my soul's delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-2240496174450414328?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6005100851119626221</id><published>2009-11-23T20:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:30:04.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Late December"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take it back to late December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When our love warmed the chilly weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And snow felt like a gentle kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times we shared are the times I miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you left me here all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing but a picture to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm sitting by the fire trying to keep warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just sitting by the fire all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember starring at city lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dancing till the sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When love felt like an endless dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm stuck somewhere in between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, will this last forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like snow needs winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you I can't breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you I can't breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't leave me here all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your heart and your hand to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll sit here by the fire and keep warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just sit here by the fire like we did before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6005100851119626221?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6005100851119626221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6005100851119626221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6005100851119626221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-song.html' title='New Song #1'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6995657312109960281</id><published>2009-11-12T18:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:52:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shared this at Garage Prayer this week-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what the Lord Almighty says: "These people say, 'The time has not yet come for the Lord's house to be built.' " Then the word of the Lord came through the prophet Haggai: "Is it a time for you yourselves to be living in your paneled houses, while this house remains a ruin? Now this is what the Lord Almighty says: "Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but you are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it." This is what the Lord Almighty says: "Give careful thought to your ways.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Go up into the mountains and bring down timber and build the house, so that I may take pleasure in it and be honored&lt;/strong&gt;," &lt;em&gt;says the Lord. "You expected much, but see, it turned out to be little. What you brought home, I blew away. Why?" declares the Lord Almighty. "Because of my house, which remains in ruin, while each of you is busy with his own house."&lt;/em&gt; -Haggai 1:2-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The people of Judah are too busy focusing on building up their own houses instead of building up God's house, which sits in ruins. Their main focus was around themselves; they were selfish and self-seeking, and because of it they weren't seeing a full harvest. That's why in verse 6 it reads, "You've planted much but harvested little." So God spoke through Haggai and told the people, "Go up into the mountains and bring down timber and build up the house, so that I may take pleasure in it and be honored." This is key. Going up to the mountains required effort. The supplies they needed weren't right in front of them; they had to go get them. We get the supplies we need for revival through prayer, and prayer requires effort! But as we're faithful to pray or "go up into the mountains," God will be faithful to supply us with the tools and materials we need for construction. He'll begin to use us as contractors to build up this house on our campuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But unlike the people of Judah, our focus can't be on "building up our own houses," for prayer isn't just for ourselves; it's for those around us. Our main focus should be on extending God's Kingdom. As we fix our eyes up, God will entrust to us his heart. Then we'll be able to see people the way God sees them. We look up to look out. But first, we have to go up into the mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;//stacey//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6995657312109960281?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6995657312109960281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-up-into-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6995657312109960281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6995657312109960281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-up-into-mountains.html' title='Go Up'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-2147368519333609868</id><published>2009-11-06T09:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:41:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel the Flame</title><content type='html'>"For this reason I remind you to &lt;strong&gt;fan into flame&lt;/strong&gt; the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt;, of &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and of &lt;strong&gt;self-discipline&lt;/strong&gt;." -2 Timothy 6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do so many burn out? Why is it so hard to stay passionate? Paul tells us why in this letter to Timothy. If you never truly fan into flame the gift of God which is in you, the fire will die out. Fire is to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inflamed with passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Passion is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an intense emotion that compells you to action&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But what keeps us from fueling the fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three fire-extinguishers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Spirit of Timidity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this verse it says that God has not given us a spirit of fear. Fear is something you acquire outside of God; for God is love, and perfect love casts out ALL fear. In Proverbs 28:1 it says, "But the righteous are as &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; as lions." If we struggle in the area of fear, it is evidence of spiritual weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Spirit of Unforgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mark 11:25 it says, "If you have anything against someone, &lt;strong&gt;forgive&lt;/strong&gt;- only then will your heavenly Father be inclined to also wipe your slate clean of sins." If we harbor unforgiveness within us, it will eventually consume us. Instead of having a Godly fire blazing within our souls, we will be left with a flame fueled by hatred and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Spirit of Pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habbakuk 2:4 reads, "Look at the man, bloated by self-importance--full of himself but soul-empty. But the person in right standing before God through loyal and steady believing is &lt;strong&gt;fully alive&lt;/strong&gt;, really alive." Pride keeps us from experiencing God-life. The text clearly states in James 4: 6, "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble." A high mindedness of oneself keeps God from moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there are fire extinguishers, then there are also those that fuel the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Fire Wood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Spirit of Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song entitled "The Same Power." The repeating phrase throughout the song is, "The same power that conquered the grave lives in me. Your love that rescued the earth lives in me." If that resurrection power dwells within us, nothing we struggle with will overtake us. For greater is HE that is in ME than he that is in the world. We have authority through Christ, and through him we are more than conquerors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Spirit of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is stronger than the love of God. It's the driving force that makes us zealous. In Psalm 34 it says, "Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good." Once we get a taste of God's love, we won't desire anything else. Once we make ourselves vulnerable to God to receive his love, it changes our entire being. We become a lighthouse that emanates the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Spirit of Self-Discipline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-control isn't easy. It's learning to say "no" when your flesh is begging "yes." But if we know the authority we have and if we've experienced the love of God, we won't hesitate in our decision. And it's not just for our benefit. If we go around doing worldly things, it's an automatic turn off to those searching for something real. Acquiring self-discipline is key to keeping the fire ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does Paul list the spirits God has given us, but he talks about the gifts we've received. Our spiritual gifts are ours for a reason. God's desire is to use us for his purposes. It's the only road that leads to fulfillment. We have to know what our gifts are, and we have to pursue them. But just because we desire to be good at something, doesn't necessarily mean it's a God-desire. Why waste time pursuing something you'll only be okay at, instead of focusing your time on something you'll be great at? But it goes both ways. For instance, one of my gifts is communication. I can desire to a great communicator, but desire is useless without effort. It's more than just wanting things; you have to be willing to fight for them. I'm not going to develop my gifts unless I start putting them into action. Everyone has a gift, and every one's gift requires activation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fan the fire into flame through the gifts you've received, and you keep it ablaze through using the spirit of power, love, and self-discipline. It's not easy, but it's worth it. Fuel the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-2147368519333609868?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2147368519333609868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuel-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2147368519333609868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2147368519333609868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuel-flame.html' title='Fuel the Flame'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7542372730708750084</id><published>2009-10-24T13:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:04:29.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into His Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know me inside and out, you hold me together, you never fail to stand me tall in your presence so I can look you in the eye."&lt;/em&gt; -Psalm 41:12 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what it would be like to look God in the eyes? What would you see? What would you feel? Until that glorious day arrives, when we see him face-to-face, it's something to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The verb &lt;em&gt;look &lt;/em&gt;can also be translated into the verb &lt;em&gt;gaze&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaze:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(v) to fix the eyes and look earnestly; to stare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(n) a fixed look; a look of eagerness, wonder, or admiration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Psalm 41 it says, "You never fail to stand me tall in your presence so I can look you in the eye." What does this mean? In other translations it reads, "In my integrity you uphold me and set me in your presence forever." This verse captivates me. God knows us inside and out, but yet he never fails to meet with us. In the presence of God, we look him straight in the eyes through the spiritual realm. The bible says to worship in &lt;em&gt;spirit&lt;/em&gt; and in truth. With our praise we not only magnify the name of Jesus, but in doing so, it allows us to see him for who he truly is. You know that cheesy phrase, "The eyes are the window to the soul?" In this case, your soul is who you are. The only way you'll be able to see God for who he is, is by gazing into his eyes. As you look into the eyes of your savior, you see his extravagant love. You see grace abounding, and mercy overflowing. You see compassion, joy, hope, and peace. The fullness of God and his goodness is all being seen when you look earnestly into his eyes. Earnestly looking for God means to be in ardent pursuit of him. With that being said, the only way for us to look into the eyes of our Creator is through ardent pursuit of him by the exaltation of his name through worship. Worship is more than just a song, it's a lifestyle. You live every day gazing into the eyes of Christ by living a life full of sacrifices of praise. As we lift his name higher and higher, our storms and trials become smaller and smaller. The more intently we seek him, the more rewarding it is. God said, "I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rewarder&lt;/span&gt; of those who diligently seek me." The focus of our lives should be to constantly gaze and seek his face. Look into his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;//stacey//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7542372730708750084?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7542372730708750084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-into-his-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7542372730708750084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7542372730708750084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-into-his-eyes.html' title='Look Into His Eyes'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-8079812585674400567</id><published>2009-10-22T17:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:18:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields of Faith '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/SuDqGcqopbI/AAAAAAAAADM/CZjUtdWknKQ/s1600-h/shapeimage_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395569750084986290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/SuDqGcqopbI/AAAAAAAAADM/CZjUtdWknKQ/s320/shapeimage_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get yourself ready! Stand up and say to them whatever I command you. Do not be terrified by them, or I will terrify you before them. Today I have made you a fortified city, an iron pillar and a bronze wall to stand against the whole land—against the kings of Judah, its officials, its priests and the people of the land. They will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; -Jeremiah 1:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, I was asked to speak at Fields of Faith. Fields of Faith is an annual rally hosted by the Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA); it's held at different schools every year. This year, it was at my school, RMHS. I was thrilled to speak at it. Along with two others, one from Eagle and one from Boise, I was asked to share my testimony to over 150 students and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:15 pm on Wednesday night. I was standing on the track and looking up at the stands waiting in anticipation for everyone to arrive. A Rotterdam November was setting up, and I could feel the butterflies flying around in my stomach. To calm the nerves, I started talking to some of the other speakers and student leaders. They, too, were extremely nervous. As we drew closer to start time, we all gathered on the field to pray. The stands were filling up fast. Students from all over the Boise area were there. Eagle, Rocky Mountain, Boise, and Meridian all joined together for this event. &lt;strong&gt;One day. One message. One stand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rotterdam November opened up with worship. The crowd was singing, clapping, and hands were raised. God was getting ready to move. After the band played, Jake, the MC (Boise High), spoke with complete boldness to the crowd about the story of King Josiah. Everyone seemed plugged in and listening. When he finished speaking, he announced the next speaker, who was from Boise High as well. She was the first to share her testimony, and a powerful one it was! She talked about her struggles with partying, drugs and alcohol, and looking for love in all the wrong places. Redemption is such a beautiful thing. The next speaker shared her testimony also. She was really into sports; she played them all. She talked about divorce, and the injuries she faced in athletics. Her message to the crowd was that everything happens for a reason. I was up next. As she was coming to a close, I could feel the sweat in between my palms; I was starting to get a little jumpy, so I said a prayer under my breath. There was a group of 150 waiting to here my story, and I was extremely uncomfortable. One thing I've learned is that comfort is the first step into complacency. When you're living in the will of God, you find yourself in extremely uncomfortable and awkward positions. Now it was my turn to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the mic, and introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey guys! My name is Stacey. I'm a junior at Rocky Mountain, and I throw shot put and discus..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into their eyes and seeing all their faces didn't scare me. Weird, I know. I was nervous the whole time before I spoke. But as soon as I opened my mouth, all that nervousness went away. I felt a surreal peace as I was speaking. God's a writer, and he's given me such a powerful story. It's one to be shared with the whole world! After me there were two other speakers. My friend, Jay Miller, challenged everyone to get into the Word and to read the book of John this month. Coach Darren wrapped things up at the end. He talked about this verse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." -Romans 8:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He challenged those who have been "sitting in the stands" to "get in the game." Myself and the other speakers were out on the field waiting to pray with anyone who needed it. We grouped up in huddles and prayed for our school, sports teams, and teammates. It was an awesome thing to see groups of students across the field all holding hands and interceding; it's a moment I'll never forget. I had the opportunity to talk with someone one-on-one and pray for her personally. It was an incredible time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Faith was an empowering event! I never even thought God could use me in such a way! It's crazy to think that the God of the universe desires and delights to use someone like me; he truly does work in mysterious ways. God's given me a voice to this generation. And after last night, I feel a greater confidence and boldness within my spirit knowing that it's God working in and through me to affect those that he's placed in my sphere of influence. I had so many people come up to me afterwards and thank me for sharing my testimony. But all the thanks goes to God! He's the one who gave me a story in the first place! I'm looking forward to what lies ahead. I know it's greater than what I could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-8079812585674400567?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8079812585674400567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/fields-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/8079812585674400567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/8079812585674400567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/fields-of-faith.html' title='Fields of Faith &apos;09'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/SuDqGcqopbI/AAAAAAAAADM/CZjUtdWknKQ/s72-c/shapeimage_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7988420244966458412</id><published>2009-10-17T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:44:39.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to be all grown up? We've heard this phrase millions of times, and we're in constant encouragement of it. In today's society, success is marked by independence. Once we move out of the parent's house, get a stable job, and are completely self-reliant, we are then able to call ourselves all grown up. This maturity is coming from the world's point of view. But in the Kingdom of God, this just isn't the case. In fact, it's the complete opposite! The more we rely and depend on God for everything, the more grown up we are. This is key to maturing in Christ. The world looks down upon adults who live with their parents, but God's house is the one place that I desire to reside in! He's my heavenly father, and he delights in taking care of me. The more I depend on him, the more I trust him. The more I trust him, the more I know him. The more I know him, the more I become like him. Being a Christ follower simply means to be like Christ. And the only way to achieve that, is by taking the first step: learning to depend on him. Whether it be big or small, God's in control of all situations. Once we learn to rely on God, we can then trust him in both the good times and the bad. Trusting God creates relationship. After the relationship is established, we start to know God for who he is. As we spend time with God in daily devotion, we receive his impartation which then leads us to become like him. This is the process of maturity. Ultimately, we grow up when we realize that God is all we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7988420244966458412?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7988420244966458412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7988420244966458412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7988420244966458412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7103088729952782533</id><published>2009-10-10T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:51:07.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 34 (Life Psalm)</title><content type='html'>1  I will extol the LORD at all times; &lt;br /&gt;       his praise will always be on my lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 My soul will boast in the LORD; &lt;br /&gt;      let the afflicted hear and rejoice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Glorify the LORD with me; &lt;br /&gt;      let us exalt his name together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I sought the LORD, and he answered me; &lt;br /&gt;      he delivered me from all my fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Those who look to him are radiant; &lt;br /&gt;      their faces are never covered with shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 This poor man called, and the LORD heard him; &lt;br /&gt;      he saved him out of all his troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, &lt;br /&gt;      and he delivers them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Taste and see that the LORD is good; &lt;br /&gt;      blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Fear the LORD, you his saints, &lt;br /&gt;      for those who fear him lack nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 The lions may grow weak and hungry, &lt;br /&gt;      but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Come, my children, listen to me; &lt;br /&gt;      I will teach you the fear of the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Whoever of you loves life &lt;br /&gt;      and desires to see many good days, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 keep your tongue from evil &lt;br /&gt;      and your lips from speaking lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Turn from evil and do good; &lt;br /&gt;      seek peace and pursue it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous &lt;br /&gt;      and his ears are attentive to their cry; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 the face of the LORD is against those who do evil, &lt;br /&gt;      to cut off the memory of them from the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; &lt;br /&gt;      he delivers them from all their troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted &lt;br /&gt;      and saves those who are crushed in spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 A righteous man may have many troubles, &lt;br /&gt;      but the LORD delivers him from them all; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 he protects all his bones, &lt;br /&gt;      not one of them will be broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Evil will slay the wicked; &lt;br /&gt;      the foes of the righteous will be condemned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 The LORD redeems his servants; &lt;br /&gt;      no one will be condemned who takes refuge in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7103088729952782533?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7103088729952782533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/psalm-34-life-psalm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7103088729952782533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7103088729952782533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/psalm-34-life-psalm.html' title='Psalm 34 (Life Psalm)'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-1615509547033086260</id><published>2009-10-01T12:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:44:24.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conquering Power</title><content type='html'>"The conquering power that brings the world to its knees is our faith." -1 John 5:4 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquer- to overcome; to acquire; to gain the victory&lt;br /&gt;Faith- believe; trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our faith has power, why aren't we sharing it with everyone? If what we believe and the hope we have is what's going to bring surrender and change, why are we hesitant to speak up? I ask myself these questions all the time, because I want my life to be a beacon of hope. I want people to see Jesus Christ the Hope of Glory living within me. Within two weeks time, I've seen two of my friends enter into the Kingdom of God. That's the fruit of prayer and selfless love. I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord, and that conviction is what led my friends into a life that will be lived forever with Jesus. Julius Caesar said, "Vini, vidi, vici." In english, it means "I came, I saw, I conquered." This phrase applies to us as Christ followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vini: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into the Kingdom of God. No longer am I bound by darkness, but I am a daughter of God. I've been called and brought into His marvelous light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." -Romans 10:9 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidi: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the world through God's eyes, not in judgement but in love. It's not just Jesus living in us, but it's also us living in Jesus. Because of this, God can entrust us with his heart; we can see people not based on their outward appearances, but strictly on the fact that God loves them and they have purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isaiah's question, "Is there anyone around who knows God's Spirit, anyone who knows what he is doing?" has been answered: Christ knows, and we have Christ's Spirit." -1 Corinthians 2:16 (MSG) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vici: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I conquered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the devil through the power of Jesus Christ and my faith. It's by the grace of God that I've been resurrected from death into life. This truth I know, is what's going to change lives. There's so much power in the name of Jesus Christ and my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overcame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him by the blood of the Lamb and by the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word of their testimony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." -Revelations 12:11 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conquering power is our faith. Don't be ashamed of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-1615509547033086260?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1615509547033086260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/conquering-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1615509547033086260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1615509547033086260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/conquering-power.html' title='The Conquering Power'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-2559608859073130905</id><published>2009-09-14T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:06:36.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In the Life of a Grizzly (Entry #2)</title><content type='html'>I have so many thoughts racing through my head right now, but I don't know where to start...but I think I'll begin here with this sentence: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been an eye opener in many ways. Going through high school you automatically know people drink, do drugs, party, and get into serious relationships. But something happens to you when you actually hear people talking about it, or at least for me, something happens. Walking into school and going to class isn't the same anymore. It's different. The only way I can describe it to you, is that my heart feels heavy. Not in a bad way, but God's given me a glimpse of his heart for my school. The other day after church, I drove to my school to go pray. Talk about violent prayer. I was yelling at the top of my lungs and crying my eyes out. The realization of how many people there are just existing and not living hit me like a hurricane. There's so many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls that people build up around themselves are heart breaking. I was talking to one of my friends today, and she's so full of anger, bitterness, hurt, and resentment. It reminded me of how I used to be. I almost started crying right there. But I did get to talk to her about forgiveness, and how sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. People need people. People need people who are full of the love of God. People need people that aren't going to judge, but that are going to engage them with love. Ultimately, that's what changes people. It's the love of Christ...and it's going to change Rocky Mountain. It may seem impossible to some, and maybe even a waste of time to others, but I believe Jesus Christ is Lord. Nothing is impossible through him. And that, my friends, is fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-2559608859073130905?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2559608859073130905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-life-of-grizzly-entry-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2559608859073130905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2559608859073130905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-life-of-grizzly-entry-2.html' title='A Day In the Life of a Grizzly (Entry #2)'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-6217092715138982255</id><published>2009-09-12T20:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:07:35.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anguish</title><content type='html'>"Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent..." -Jeremiah 4:19 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anguish- passion, extreme pain, distress, sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how much pain God feels? Have you ever experienced it? All those people, all his children...oh, how his heart breaks. He's given me a glimpse. Words are useless in trying to describe the heaviness of my heart and the pain I feel. There's so many people that don't know the love we do, and what are we doing about it? Nothing. We spend hours upon hours in front of the T.V. and computer when there's people dying right before our eyes. We're bystanders. Instead of being on Facebook, Twitter, and Myspace all day, why don't we pray? Do you realize that there's a generation going to hell unless we do something about it? It doesn't matter how you feel; it's time to engage. It's time for anguish. It's time to intercede and pray...long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-6217092715138982255?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6217092715138982255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/anguish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6217092715138982255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/6217092715138982255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/anguish.html' title='Anguish'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7141466371572865375</id><published>2009-09-12T15:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:25:25.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGAGE</title><content type='html'>This year I'm leading See You at the Pole with my good friend, Patrick West. The main organization comes up with a new theme for it every year. These are my notes that I'm going to share at See You at the Pole. The theme for this year is &lt;em&gt;engage&lt;/em&gt;, and it's coming out of 2 Kings 22:13 (MSG):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and pray&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for me and for this people- for all Judah! Find out what we must do in response to what is written in this book that has just been found! God's anger must be burning furiously against us- our ancestors haven't obeyed anything written in this book, followed none of the instructions directed to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage:&lt;br /&gt;-To bind (as oneself) to do something:&lt;br /&gt;-We need to commit to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;-To hold the attention of:&lt;br /&gt;-When we pray, we get God's attention.&lt;br /&gt;-To enter into battle with:&lt;br /&gt;-Prayer is power, and a weapon we use to fight against the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;-Ephesians 6:17-18 (MSG): God's word is an indispensable weapon. In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long.&lt;br /&gt;-To take part.&lt;br /&gt;-To come together:&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 18:20 (MSG): A yes on earth is yes in heaven; a no on earth is no in heaven. What you say to one another is eternal. I mean this. When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my father in heaven goes into action. And when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;-To pledge oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find so intriguing about 2 Kings 22:13, is the first three words: &lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt;. We're called to GO and PRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GO&lt;br /&gt;-We need to engage people with the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;-Be bold.&lt;br /&gt;-Live by faith and not by feelings.&lt;br /&gt;-1 Peter 2:9-10 (MSG): But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God's instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you- from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PRAY&lt;br /&gt;-As Christ followers, it's our mandate to pray. When we accept the responsibility and act in obedience, we bind and commit ourselves to an engagement of a lifetime of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;-We are kings and priests. As a priest, we hear from God. As a king, we have power and authority through Jesus Christ to declare and decree.&lt;br /&gt;-The Word of God in our mouths, is just as powerful as it is in God's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the verse talks about finding what to do in response to what is written in this book. It also talks about God's anger towards them for their rebellion. The key here, is REPENTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-REPENT&lt;br /&gt;-Change the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;-Be Kingdom minded.&lt;br /&gt;-2 Chronicles 7:14 (NIV): If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will hear their land.&lt;br /&gt;-If we as Christians want to see change come on our campuses, we need to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;PRAY and SEEK the Kingdom. We need to put God first. The bible promises if we seek the Kingdom, first and foremost, God will take care of EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see that change on campus. Let's be Christ followers that engage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7141466371572865375?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7141466371572865375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/engage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7141466371572865375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7141466371572865375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/engage.html' title='ENGAGE'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-460114768101424180</id><published>2009-09-01T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:14:16.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spotlight Is On...</title><content type='html'>Hello! I have an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I decided to start blogging about people that I appreciate! It's just another way for me to tell you that I love you! So be on the lookout, because you never know, you could be the next one in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the spotlight is on my good friend, Lindsay Waters. Let me tell you, this girl is awesome! She'll deny it, but she is! Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better friend. If you don't know her, you better get on it! You don't meet people like this every day. She's truly one of a kind. What I love the most about her, is her authenticity. She's not the typical, generic friend you can pick up over the counter. She's genuine, not to mention, extremely talented! She can play the piano like no one's business! Serious. And even better, she can sing! Her pipes are rockin. She's also on the Varsity Soccer team at RMHS. She's a genius, too. I'm lucky to have a class with her! People say that friends rub off on each other, and it's so true! She's definitely rubbed off on me; that explains why I'm so lovable (haha). I'm so thankful for her, and I wouldn't trade her for the world! I met Lindsay in eighth grade, and what surprises me, is that she's stuck with me since! To be honest, sometimes I wouldn't want to be friends with myself! But Lindsay never holds a grudge, and no matter what you do, she'll love you regardless. That's just who she is. I could talk about her all day, but that's Lindsay in a nut shell! Make a list of all the good qualities a friend should have, and she's ten times better than that. Lindsay, I love you! You're awesome! Thanks for being there. You're the coolest kid I've ever met, and I truly believe you're going to change the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-460114768101424180?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/460114768101424180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/spotlight-is-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/460114768101424180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/460114768101424180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/09/spotlight-is-on.html' title='The Spotlight Is On...'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7908994402706628745</id><published>2009-08-31T16:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:07:17.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In the Life of a Grizzly (Entry #1)</title><content type='html'>Today, for most of us, was the first day of school. And let me tell you, it was amazing! I've never been so excited for school to start! I'm not all that stoked about the homework, projects, and boring lectures to endure, but I am ecstatic and expectant for all the awesome things God's going to do on my campus this year. For those of you who don't know, I'm currently enrolled as a Junior at Rocky Mountain High School. There's nothing like being an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upperclass&lt;/span&gt; man! Now that, that's clear, let me tell you about my first day back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most people hear the name "Rocky Mountain High School", they think of amateur, untalented sports teams. They point and laugh at all my school's failures and embarrassments. But when I hear the name "Rocky Mountain High School", I think of hell. I think of all those students and staff members that are deceived, confused, lost, broken. I think of my closest friends that don't know the hope I do. I think of pain, rejection, fear, insecurity. But in the midst of all this chaos, I see hope. I think of redemption, restoration, transformation, salvation. I think of identity, joy, peace, and the love that casts out all fear. I think of all the things I can do to bring the Kingdom of God unto my campus. But thinking only gets us so far. My prayer, my hope for my school is to see it radically changed by the power of the love of God. "The wonder of your love will break the chains that bind us. The power of your touch releases us to worship..." I'm going to get morning prayer started at my school. Right now, I know that's what I'm called to do. My prayer has power and authority. As Pastor Ken has been preaching, we are kings and priests. As a priest, we hear from God. As a king, we have authority to declare and decree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the doors of my school, I felt something that I can't explain. All those faces...have you ever thought about what their stories are? What their lives are like? I found myself trying to read the expressions on their faces. I saw brokenness; you couldn't miss it. The burden I feel for my school is so huge. The other night I was praying so hard my voice gave out. My heart breaks for Rocky Mountain. At &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GCB&lt;/span&gt; Live, God told me I was going to SEE my friends saved. Before a promise, there's a process. It's going to take prayer, evangelism, and love. It's not going to be easy. Sometimes I'm going to feel like giving up, but I can't. There's too much at stake here; it's called eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7908994402706628745?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7908994402706628745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-of-grizzly-entry-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7908994402706628745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7908994402706628745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-of-grizzly-entry-1.html' title='A Day In the Life of a Grizzly (Entry #1)'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-9155489817323722847</id><published>2009-08-26T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:02:55.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's Song (Your Love)</title><content type='html'>Last night I was laying in my bed half asleep, when my sister barged into my room with a huge grin on her face. She said, "I wrote a new song." She showed me a piece of paper, and I instanly fell in love with the lyrics. What I find really funny, is that I had a song idea that was very similar to this song she wrote. We're currently making music for it, and I'm so excited to see what it sounds like when we're all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing higher&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing deeper&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing greater than your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing stronger&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sweeter&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing louder than your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And you sing over me&lt;br /&gt;And your love it chases me&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I've tasted and seen&lt;br /&gt;That your love is all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-9155489817323722847?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9155489817323722847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/mels-song-your-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/9155489817323722847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/9155489817323722847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/mels-song-your-love.html' title='Mel&apos;s Song (Your Love)'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7057901467209816899</id><published>2009-08-22T15:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:07:38.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I'm the kind of person that loves feeling prepared. Whether it be for a track meet, or as simple as deciding which pair of socks I should wear. No matter what it is, I'm all about preparation. What's funny about God, is that He never uses you when you feel prepared. When God's wanting to use you, it doesn't matter if you feel ready or not, you just go. That's the perfect place to be in. When you don't feel ready to do all that God's calling you to, it requires you to put all your trust in Him. And that's exactly what He wants. When you put all your trust in God, there's a peace that comes because you know that in Him you find confidence and identity. I'm in that place right now. Next week, I'll be on GCKids worship team playing the keyboard on Sunday. It's not like I had a choice, my sister literally just threw me in to it. But you know what, I'm not worried. Why? Because I trust God. That's all. This school year, God's going to use me on my campus. Do I feel ready for it? Not really, but I'm ready for God to use me no matter what. There's nothing more fulfilling than living in God's plan for your life. God would say to you, "Ready or not, here I come!" That doesn't mean you don't have to prepare by reading the Word and praying daily, by all means, do so. The bible says to be ready in and out of season. You have to be alert and expectant, because you never know when God's going to call you to do something. And when that time comes, don't run and hide from it. Embrace it. For we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Something's going to happen this year, and I'm so excited to be apart of it. Looking at myself, I'm inadequate. But looking at Jesus, I'm empowered. When you realize that it's all about Him and not you, it changes everything. Stop making excuses. God's calling you regardless of what you feel. Ready? Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7057901467209816899?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7057901467209816899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7057901467209816899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7057901467209816899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready or Not, Here I Come!'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-1835609705300840628</id><published>2009-08-17T19:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:43:16.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I want you all to check this out. Most of you that read my blog already know that Meagan Murphy is an amazing worshiper, singer, song writer, pianist, and just an overall amazing person. I had the honor of having her make music to one of my songs. I wrote this song after praying for one of my friends, and I would love for you to listen to it! It's called "Beloved, You're Mine" and you can hear it on her myspace music page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/meaganmurph"&gt;http://myspace.com/meaganmurph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-1835609705300840628?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1835609705300840628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1835609705300840628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1835609705300840628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it.html' title='Check It!'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-1930498984020912594</id><published>2009-07-30T16:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:23:01.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RESCUE.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I just recently got a new puppy. Her name is Sophia Rae. Sophie is a 6 month Lhasa Apso, and is the cutest thing on the face of the earth! How I got her is an amazing story, and one I'm about to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at home one day, when my mom tells me that there's a bunch of puppies for sale in Emmett. My first reaction was, "Puppies?! I want a puppy!" Then she goes on to tell me the reason why there's so many pups for sale. There was a woman living in Emmett with over 200 dogs in her house. Yes, that's right- 200 dogs. A neighbor reported her, and unfortunately, most of the dogs had to be put down. Most of them were well fed, and some of them were neglected. When they found my Sophie, her hair was long and matted and she was hiding in the corner. The vet couldn't stand to put anymore dogs down, so she saved 10 of the puppies and sent them to her mom in Emmett. The dogs were free, but they required a $20 donation (which is a very good deal for a purebred).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being so excited to get a new puppy, and it took a whole lot of nagging to get my dad to agree. But eventually he said yes. Then my parents and I started thinking about names, and I instantly new I was going to name her Sophie. While driving up to Emmett, I couldn't help but think and imagine what my new pup was going to look like. When I arrived at the house, I saw a huge kennel filled with blankets and one little puppy curled up and hiding in the corner. When I saw her, I just fell in love with her. I tried calling her to get her to come out of the kennel, but she was so afraid. I literally had to pull her out. And once I did, I wrapped her up in arms. I didn't care that she stinked. I didn't care that she was neglected. I didn't care that she looked starved. She was mine. That's all I cared about, and I was going to take good care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive back home, I told her I was going to love her...and that's all it took. Since then, she's finally acting like a puppy. She's so sweet; she loves cuddles. Going on walks is her favorite thing to do; she loves being outside, and she's completely healthy. What I love the most, is that I rescued her. I loved her, and it's my love that changed her. That's exactly what God does with us. He finds us in our bondage. He takes one look, and He can't help but love us. Why? Because we are His. It's His love, and His love alone, that changes us; that calls us. Just as I rescued Sophie, we are called to rescue people. There's a dying generation out there. There are people that have been neglected and abused. People that are lost, living in confusion, broken hearted, that have been cast aside...we need to be their rescue. We need to pull them out and lavish them with the love of God. Because if we don't, who will? It's every Christian's calling...RESCUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-1930498984020912594?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1930498984020912594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-rescue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1930498984020912594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/1930498984020912594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-rescue.html' title='RESCUE.'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-5004156613914165252</id><published>2009-06-12T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:34:53.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Matters</title><content type='html'>Today I was drinking out of a bottle with bright bold letters painted across the middle that read "life matters". I was intrigued by the simple phrase, and I instantly thought to myself, "Wow, I'm still breathing." I mean have you ever just stopped in your day-to-day life and realized that you're still inhaling oxygen? Or are we too busy to even notice? I think in our scheduled, yet chaotic lives we forget about the simple things in life, like the air around us. I think sometimes we forget that we're even alive. For some, life is just a routine. You get up at 6:00 every morning, drive to Starbucks for your daily pick-me-up, head to work, come home, cook dinner, then go to bed only to wake up the next morning to do the same exact thing. It's like we're robots; there's no life present, only routine. We do only what we've been programmed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are called to be do more than just exist and live a robotic life; we are called to live a life of divine purpose. The bible says in Matthew 22:14, &lt;em&gt;"Many are called, but few are chosen."&lt;/em&gt; I know that I don't want to get caught up in a routine-based life only to have passed up on a life of purpose. God desires that we all fulfill the call on our lives, a call to a journey of revolution. Romans 12:1-2 talks about being transformed by the renewing of your mind. The way we live is strictly related to the way we think. If we believe that we are here only by chance, then we will squander our lives away by living for a feeling. But if we believe that we are here for a reason, then we will live lives full of fulfillment and faith knowing that we have purpose. Life matters, and the way you live your life is vital. It's just as important as the air you breathe. God is a lot like the air around us. We breathe air in, and we experience life. But if we don't, we experience death. God is our life source...that's why we're still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-5004156613914165252?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5004156613914165252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/5004156613914165252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/5004156613914165252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-matters.html' title='Life Matters'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-4002081309883021651</id><published>2009-06-07T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:32:15.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Surrender and Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Surrender- yield; give up in favor of another; give oneself over to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifice- an offering; give up something of value.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender isn't a one time thing; it' s a daily sacrifice. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Jesus called&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;[&lt;em&gt;to Him&lt;/em&gt;] the throng with his disciples and said to them, If anyone intends to come after me, let him deny himself&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;[&lt;em&gt;forget, ignore, disown, and lose sight of himself and his own interests&lt;/em&gt;] and take up his cross, and [&lt;em&gt;joining Me as a disciple and siding with My party&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;follow with Me [&lt;em&gt;continually, cleaving steadfastly to Me&lt;/em&gt;].&lt;em&gt; -&lt;/em&gt;Mark 8:34 (AMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up your cross isn't an easy thing. I think in today's world we've watered down this concept to nothing. Our generation hates commitment, and picking up your cross and denying yourself is commitment in it's purest form. When I pick up my cross daily, I let God drive and lead the way. It's me &lt;em&gt;surrendering&lt;/em&gt; to His perfect will and &lt;em&gt;sacrificing&lt;/em&gt; my own agenda. If I truly love Jesus, I'll trust Him with everything. But sometimes it is hard letting God take the wheel, because I don't know where He's going; but because I love Him, I will trust Him. God did say, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." So why do I need to worry or be afraid? I don't. There's not a more experienced and better driver out there. God knows the road blocks that lie ahead, and He also knows how to get passed them.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;All I need to do is trust Him and let Him drive, knowing that His will and timing are perfect. I will pick up my cross and deny myself daily, because I want to live everyday in &lt;em&gt;surrender&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;. There's not a better way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-4002081309883021651?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4002081309883021651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-surrender-and-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4002081309883021651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4002081309883021651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-surrender-and-sacrifice.html' title='In Surrender and Sacrifice'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7689327761641408765</id><published>2009-06-03T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:25:32.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Because It Is</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just stopped to think about how amazing grace truly is? Lately, I haven't been able to get my mind off of it. We all know that old hymn, "Amazing Grace", compiled with powerful lyrics and a melting melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amazing grace how sweet the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That saved a wretch like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once was lost, but now I'm found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was blind, but now I see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is grace? According to Merriam-Webster, grace is unmerited divine assistance; approval; favor. Romans 3:23-24 says, &lt;em&gt;"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Grace was demonstrated through the death of Jesus Christ. He was innocent and pure in every way, but yet he died for me, a sinner and wretch, so that I may have life. The grace he offers is completely free. I don't have to try and earn grace. It's a gift waiting to be received. Through the redemption that came through the great sacrifice of Christ, I'm able to be called a friend of God, and not just a servant. It's only through the power of grace that I can experience the abundant life, an eternal life with Jesus. Every day I operate in the grace of God. When I fall or stumble, grace comes in and carries me. Its only because of grace that I'm saved, redeemed, and transformed. Grace is amazing because it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So that just as sin reigned in death, so also grace might reign through righteousness to bring eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."&lt;/em&gt; -Romans 5:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song after the GC Conference in Seattle. I loved the theme of the conference, &lt;em&gt;Embrace Grace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Open Wide"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My desire burns like fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My savior, your grace is enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;King forever, you're the one I love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Savior King, you came and made a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm redeemed all because of grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my weakness you are strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm alive because of the cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what holy sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we shout your praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what joy I've found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I seek your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm caught in the arms of grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completely lost in your embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is open wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm caught in the arms of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completely lost in all you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is open wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where would I be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without your grace embracing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wher would I be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the one who died for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7689327761641408765?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7689327761641408765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-because-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7689327761641408765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7689327761641408765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-because-it-is.html' title='Amazing Because It Is'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7027240115465776124</id><published>2009-06-01T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:50:53.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Declaration of Hope</title><content type='html'>This is my testimony. It's more than just a story; it' s a declaration of hope and the reason why I believe what I believe. It's a proclamation of the unconditional love of God and his transformation power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a Christian home, but I treated Christianity as a title and not as a lifestyle. As I was growing up, I struggled with so many different things. When I was five, I started resenting my dad, because he was always working and I never felt any love from him. That depiction of my dad infulenced the way I saw and approached God. Around the same time, I grew very envious of my older sister, because she was the "perfect kid" and I wasn't. I also grew jealous of my little brother, because my dad would always pay attention to him. By the time I finished elementary school, I was consumed with confusion, jealousy, resentment, anger, and a perverse mindset. All the while, I called myself a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into sixth grade, I was completely lost, and I had no sense of identity or direction. I instantly began to follow the crowd. I used profanity at school all the time, because everyone else did. I also had my first boyfriend in sixth grade, which led to very bad habits with my purity. I started looking at pornography and began masturbating. I became really popular that year, and I tried to find my identity within that popularity. I was really into soccer, and I treated it as my god. At the end of sixth grade, my family and I moved to Idaho, which at the time, seemed to be the worst decision my parents could ever make. I left everything behind for nothing, or so it seemed. I was always afraid of change, but change was the one thing I so desperately needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started my seventh grade year, I began to fall into a spiraling depression. I really wanted to move back to California, because I missed my friends and family so much. But what I really needed to do was let go and move forward. I spent half of the year without any real friends, and life didn't seem worth living anymore. I still had my bad habits, and I hated myself for it. I questioned God's existence all the time and wondered if he really did love me. Finally, I convinced myself that he didn't love me, and depression began to take over completely. I started thinking I was worthless and there was no hope for me. Eventually, those thoughts started to get really extreme. I thought of suicide all the time and had many attempts at it. I used to put knives to my throat and side, but I could never go all the way with it. So, I resolved to inflicting pain on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time eighth grade rolled around, I finally had some friends of my own and life seemed a little bit brighter. I stopped inflicting pain on myself and thinking about suicide. I got really plugged into GC*B, and realized that God was real, but I still had my doubts about the extent of his love. During the summer, I joined Meagan Murphy's small group, which was one of the best decisions I could ever make. I felt as if life was worth living again, but because I never really let go of depression, it continued to grow very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year was the most depressing year of my life. I had some close family members pass away, and it was really hard getting over it. Later that year, I found myself intertwined with drama at school, and I let it get to me. Everything seemed so chaotic, and I had no peace at all. Everyday after school, I'd come home and lock myself up in my room. I wouldn't talk to anyone. All I did was think or sleep. I still had my bad habits and resentment towards my dad. I made so many wrong decisions and mistakes that year, and I let them all mess with my head. Thoughts of hopelessness quickly filled my mind again, but I found comfort in writing. I began to pen poems and songs of what I was feeling. There was a battle going on inside of me: can I change or is this who I'll always be? I decided that there was no hope for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal thoughts consumed my mind again, but this time I wasn't afraid to kill myself. One night, my parents and my little brother were at my aunt's house, and it was just my sister and I that were home. I, like always, was up in my room and my sister was downstairs doing homework. I remember sitting on my bed and being bombarded with depressing thoughts. Soon these thoughts turned into actions. Suicide seemed to be the only hope for escape. That night I tried to strangle myself twice, but failed in my attempts. I felt the urge to tell someone what I tried to do, but how do you tell someone you tried to kill yourself? I fell to the floor and started bawling, and I sent a text to Meagan telling her what I'd done. She tried to call me a few times, but I was so ashamed I didn't answer my phone. Little did I know that she was driving over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out she was there, there was no way of talking myself out of this one. I had to confess everything to her. So, she and I went to talk. That conversation we had was the most influential and powerful talks I've ever had with anyone. It really convinced me of three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God is real, and he's always been there&lt;br /&gt;2. God loves me no matter what mistakes I've made&lt;br /&gt;3. God has called me and has a purpose for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through her, I saw Jesus for who he truly is, which is love. When I got home, I told my parents and my sister what had happened, and there was a break and a release. That resentment I had towards my dad was broken, and I felt love from him for the first time. I no longer was jealous of my sister and brother, but was comfortable within my own skin. I finally felt a unity within my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At youth camp that year, I felt joy for the first time in my life. I was empowered and completely healed and freed from the bondage of depression and my bad habits. From then on, I've been able to call myself a Christian and really mean it. I still make mistakes, but I have grace to fall back on, and I serve the God who forgives. Everyday I find myself more and more amazed by God, and everyday I fall more and more in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." -Philippians 3:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7027240115465776124?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7027240115465776124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/declaration-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7027240115465776124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7027240115465776124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/declaration-of-hope.html' title='A Declaration of Hope'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-4507544009162905321</id><published>2009-05-28T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:25:35.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Is Nothing</title><content type='html'>The other day I was reading the book of Mark when I came across this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If? There are no 'ifs' among believers. Anything can happen."&lt;br /&gt;-Mark 9:23 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we've all probably heard that scripture so many times, but do we all truly believe it? Can we all honestly say, "God, no matter what comes my way, I'll believe you at your word." Faith isn't a feeling. It's a mentality you live by and a spirit you put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I was at the 5A District Championships for Track and Field. The competition was at its peak, and my chances of placing were slim. All the top throwers from around the valley were there. I definitely had a reason to be intimidated, but God has not given me a spirit of fear. Before I got into the ring to throw I prayed, "God, I believe all things are possible through you. You're my strength and my powerhouse. No matter what happens today, I'm throwing for your glory, and I won't step into that ring without you." As I got up to take my first throw, the clouds cleared and the sun came out. I knew Jesus was with me in the ring. My first throw was my best throw of the entire season: 111'6". Not only did I take third place at the meet, but I got a spot to compete at the State Championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say, "She's just a sophomore who got lucky," or "It's only because she had good coaching." But I say that it's only through Jesus Christ that I competed so well. Because I threw in faith and chose to believe that there are no "ifs", I did my absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go through your day, walk in faith and believe that anything can happen, because impossible is nothing with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-4507544009162905321?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4507544009162905321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4507544009162905321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/4507544009162905321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-ifs.html' title='Impossible Is Nothing'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-2503785325587032658</id><published>2009-05-28T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:27:54.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved, You're Mine</title><content type='html'>This is a song I wrote just the other day. One of my best friends is struggling with depression, and I wrote this when I was praying for her. No matter what mistakes you've made, no matter how bad you think you've screwed up, God loves you unconditionally and he calls you beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beloved You're Mine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, you're mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love divine has come for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, you're beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I formed you so wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love, I've come for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could never love you less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always love you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my love is for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my love is for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can seperate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can come between &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is stronger than my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-2503785325587032658?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2503785325587032658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/beloved-youre-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2503785325587032658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/2503785325587032658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/beloved-youre-mine.html' title='Beloved, You&apos;re Mine'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4200750344543087159.post-7301555732674437660</id><published>2009-05-28T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:23:33.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello! So, I've decided to join the wonderful world of blogging. I know without a doubt that God has given me the gift of creative writing. I hope that as you read my songs and thoughts, you are blessed and filled with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//stacey//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4200750344543087159-7301555732674437660?l=staceylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7301555732674437660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7301555732674437660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4200750344543087159/posts/default/7301555732674437660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>//stacey//</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632406412051910039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIDCcevVPhs/TOW1ex2fspI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5b940KGTUGk/S220/edit6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
