<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209</id><updated>2010-07-30T13:07:05.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs From My Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>.......Lyrics &amp;amp; Devotions........Eph.5:19b singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>547</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-4149595340376974309</id><published>2010-07-30T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:32:41.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. stuff'/><title type='text'>How To Lose Your Blog readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Only post once or twice a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Draw them in with catchy titles, then give them&amp;nbsp;information everyone already knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Post the same&amp;nbsp;stuff 50 other blogs are posting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Fill space with repetitious points just so you can say you made a post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If I haven't already lost you, thank you for hanging around! I promise I'll be back posting here someday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've posted some new tunes over at &lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs Of Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I hope you'll stop by there and leave a comment.....it's real lonely over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-4149595340376974309?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/4149595340376974309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=4149595340376974309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/4149595340376974309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/4149595340376974309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/how-to-lose-your-blog-readers.html' title='How To Lose Your Blog readers'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-1317085982780465865</id><published>2010-07-26T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:07:06.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Shut Up Jerry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camp meeting ended yesterday, and hearing these words from the preacher behind the pulpit was the highlight of the week! I'm just kidding...but it did happen and it was hilarious! I guess you'd have to know Bro. Sam Gipp, and you'd have to know Jerry, and you'd probably have to know that Bro. Gipp has been preaching at Camp meeting for almost as long as Jerry can remember to find this as funny as we did. The funniest thing about it was that it didn't catch me at all by surprise. Bro. Gipp was talking about people in church getting offended, and was giving some examples.....such as, "That Sunday school teacher told my junior to shut up." I think the words, 'shut up Jerry,' went through my mind before Bro. Gipp even said it! Jerry later told someone, "That was my two minutes of fame!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually the highlight was last night during testimony time when Jerry said, "I just want you to know that I surrendered my life to the Lord."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another highlight was finally hearing someone preach a message on something I found in the Bible several years ago, and wondered why I'd never heard it in a message....It's about 'Simon's son' but I'll save that for another post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't get many pictures, but I'll try to post something later this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-1317085982780465865?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/1317085982780465865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=1317085982780465865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/1317085982780465865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/1317085982780465865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/shut-up-jerry.html' title='Shut Up Jerry!'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-6992006741356370500</id><published>2010-07-23T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:49:21.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. stuff'/><title type='text'>Busy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;......with Camp Meeting this week. I'll be back to posting next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-6992006741356370500?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/6992006741356370500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=6992006741356370500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6992006741356370500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6992006741356370500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/busy.html' title='Busy.....'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-6760865046296287493</id><published>2010-07-21T05:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:35:20.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Shingles......</title><content type='html'>....and this time they ARE on the roof. The last time I posted about shingles they were of the chicken pox variety! You can read that post &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2009/04/shingles-and-theyre-not-on-roof.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year and a half ago we bought a house to rent to our daughter and her husband. That post is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last month, they bought a home of their own, so we have been busy renovating that house, getting it ready to sell. One of the jobs that had to be done was shingling the roof, and that was this weekend's project....and I actually remembered to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 1...getting started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXWexktH3I/AAAAAAAAEus/1oYLnjp96do/s1600/100_2465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXWexktH3I/AAAAAAAAEus/1oYLnjp96do/s320/100_2465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXW3saHbKI/AAAAAAAAEu0/kX1sFIET5DE/s1600/100_2477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXW3saHbKI/AAAAAAAAEu0/kX1sFIET5DE/s320/100_2477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clean up crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXHOoOE4I/AAAAAAAAEu8/5gs-VS0LpOw/s1600/100_2473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXHOoOE4I/AAAAAAAAEu8/5gs-VS0LpOw/s320/100_2473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For someone who was nervous about getting up on the roof, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin was soon&amp;nbsp;comfortable enough to make&amp;nbsp;me nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXb8n9fPI/AAAAAAAAEvE/VSOJygJNo-4/s1600/100_2487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXb8n9fPI/AAAAAAAAEvE/VSOJygJNo-4/s320/100_2487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXmPbNkGI/AAAAAAAAEvM/fPcwprEsK7U/s1600/100_2470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXXmPbNkGI/AAAAAAAAEvM/fPcwprEsK7U/s320/100_2470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the reason we bought this house over other money pits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Location, location, location!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXYlBRVAbI/AAAAAAAAEvU/ID6AQxYErRs/s1600/100_2485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXYlBRVAbI/AAAAAAAAEvU/ID6AQxYErRs/s320/100_2485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXY6TalK-I/AAAAAAAAEvc/MOfVieggjew/s1600/100_2479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXY6TalK-I/AAAAAAAAEvc/MOfVieggjew/s320/100_2479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The house is a half block down the street from this walking/biking path along the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXZILJeDsI/AAAAAAAAEvk/jdpMILRxsOU/s1600/100_2483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXZILJeDsI/AAAAAAAAEvk/jdpMILRxsOU/s320/100_2483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it look like a nice place to sit and relax!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-6760865046296287493?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/6760865046296287493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=6760865046296287493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6760865046296287493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6760865046296287493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/shingles.html' title='Shingles......'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TEXWexktH3I/AAAAAAAAEus/1oYLnjp96do/s72-c/100_2465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-3538847225430559139</id><published>2010-07-20T06:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:25:21.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes: I Want That Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="24" id="_1416445696223" width="350"&gt; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pianist Mrs. Susan Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soloist Cindy Towle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;For years he had watched his son in pain; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;torn and tormented and pining away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;He had searched for help, time and again; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;holding out hope that his son could be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Even when the disciples failed this man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;he still sought Jesus healing hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;And through tears he cried out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;“Lord I believe, help thou mine unbelief.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I want that faith that moves mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Lord, I want to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;You’re my only hope and strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;dear Lord, help thou mine unbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Twelve years she had suffered and endured;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;plagued by an illness without any cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;She had sought for help; spent all she had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;holding out hope for a healing hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;When she reached out and touched the Master’s clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;she knew Jesus could make her whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Jesus said unto her, “Go now in peace.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;She was healed because she believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I want that faith that moves mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Lord, I want to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;You’re my only hope and strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;dear Lord, help thou mine unbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Lord, I want that faith; mountain moving faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;You’re strong when I am weak. Lord, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the evening service on July 8, 2007, our&amp;nbsp;Pastor had preached a message called “Marah.” As I recall, the main point of the message was that we should look for something ‘sweet’ when we are in the midst of Marah. I’m sure that some day, I’ll write that song too, but at the time my mind kept coming back to a particular part of the message. Pastor&amp;nbsp; had read the account of the man whose son had a dumb spirit. Even the disciples failed to help this man and his son. It occurred to me that if this man had been like many people, he would have used that as an excuse to turn away from Jesus, but no, he still sought out the Lord. As I reread the different accounts in the gospels, I couldn’t help but think what great faith that man had. Then I realized that this is also where Jesus spoke to his disciples about having faith that can move a mountain. I thought, “Lord, I want that faith that moves mountains!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I decided to look for other examples of that kind of faith. I read about the woman with the issue of blood. She had been to all the doctors, and had spent all of her money trying to find someone who could heal her. Even after twelve years she still held out hope. When she heard about Jesus she knew that if she could just get close enough to touch but his clothes, she would be made whole. That is mountain moving faith! Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I believe God’s word to be true, there are still situations when I have to say, “Help thou mine unbelief.” Will I ever come to the point of believing that through faith I can move a mountain? Oh how I want that faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mark 9:17,18,23,24 And one of the multitude answered and said, Master, I have brought unto thee my son, which hath a dumb spirit; And wheresoever he taketh him, he teareth him: and he foameth, and gnasheth with his teeth, and pineth away: and I spake to thy disciples that they should cast him out; and they could not. Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matthew 17:18-20 And Jesus rebuked the devil; and he departed out of him: and the child was cured from that very hour. Then came the disciples to Jesus apart, and said, Why could not we cast him out? And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mark 5:25-29,34 And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years, And had suffered many things of physicians, and spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse, When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment. For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole. And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her plague. And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For more songs visit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-3538847225430559139?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/3538847225430559139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-6712858996630202270</id><published>2010-07-14T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:33:23.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Our Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3kazGFTjI/AAAAAAAAEt8/3kjnGczyIOc/s1600/100_2398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3kazGFTjI/AAAAAAAAEt8/3kjnGczyIOc/s320/100_2398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy (Lorne) &amp;amp; Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3ky6H-EkI/AAAAAAAAEuE/XuRYJrpwGmc/s1600/100_2397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3ky6H-EkI/AAAAAAAAEuE/XuRYJrpwGmc/s320/100_2397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commadore...I can't blieve we didn't get a better picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He really is cuter than this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3lDUsXG0I/AAAAAAAAEuM/qWjTXSLdbUw/s1600/100_2407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TD3lDUsXG0I/AAAAAAAAEuM/qWjTXSLdbUw/s320/100_2407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eve &amp;amp; Uncle Justin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 years ago, July 11th 1980, &amp;nbsp;Brian and I were wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDsy-O9-HeI/AAAAAAAAEtM/9KOEzuaWU-M/s1600/DSC05979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDsy-O9-HeI/AAAAAAAAEtM/9KOEzuaWU-M/s320/DSC05979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I carried a single yellow rose, so I thought I'd include a picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of the rose Brian gave me for my birthday this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDszVc5SXtI/AAAAAAAAEtU/0IuzgbgtS8s/s1600/100_2391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDszVc5SXtI/AAAAAAAAEtU/0IuzgbgtS8s/s320/100_2391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us today........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it just gets gooder and gooder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDs27Qp6WGI/AAAAAAAAEtk/WyQx8LhSnsE/s1600/100_2394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDs27Qp6WGI/AAAAAAAAEtk/WyQx8LhSnsE/s320/100_2394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8H5S6fYaxG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8H5S6fYaxG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this slideshow last year, but never posted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Years'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TDs2CwZYVkI/AAAAAAAAEtc/bP2y8GTZ5EU/s72-c/WeddingKiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-5856841043057263024</id><published>2010-07-09T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:20:18.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. stuff'/><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>My google account&amp;nbsp;has been out for a couple of days, so I'm just catching up with email and blog comments now. &lt;br /&gt;We have our son and daughter in law, and our grandaughter coming this weekend, so I'll try to post early next week.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-5856841043057263024?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/5856841043057263024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=5856841043057263024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5856841043057263024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5856841043057263024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-5278477225818411103</id><published>2010-07-06T06:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:23:00.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes: Along This Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="340"&gt;&lt;param value="true" 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src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="26" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/AlongThisJourney/AlongThisJourney.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+AlongThisJourney+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pianist Susan Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soloist Brian Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, teach me to die daily, to myself and my desires,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I may rest in you when I am tempted and I’m tried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strength along this journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strong and mighty tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my shelter from the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need thee every hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, teach me to live daily by your word, my staff and guide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I may be transformed by the renewing of my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strength along this journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strong and mighty tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my shelter from the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need thee every hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, teach me to see daily, all the blessings you provide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I may give you thanks, and glorify you in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strength along this journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strong and mighty tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my shelter from the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need thee every hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, teach me to speak daily, of my Saviour, Jesus Christ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I may show the world a small reflection of your light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strength along this journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my strong and mighty tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re my shelter from the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need thee every hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you're my strength along this journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I need thee every hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several years ago, I had begun meeting with a group of ladies from my church. The purpose was to hopefully lose a little weight, but the emphasis of our meetings was on seeing what the Bible had to say about different subjects related to food, water, and our health. Lib Parks led our little group, and she began by saying we were on a journey together. Each week she would give us words to look up, and during our daily Bible reading we were to pick out a verse that blessed us, and one to praise the Lord. I’m not sure that I lost much weight, but I did enjoy the group, and it helped to have a particular topic to get me studying my Bible. The very first morning my Bible study turned into, “Along This Journey,” which became the theme song for the few months that our group met. Because the original song was quite short, I eventually added two more verses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m sure ‘life is a journey’, is a metaphor that has been used many times by many writers, but there is a reason for that; quite simply, it’s true! Life really is a journey, and for the believer, it’s a daily walk with the Lord, learning to trust him in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. I’ve traveled many miles along this journey, and I’d like to say that I’ve finally arrived; that I rise bright and early every morning, committing my day to the Lord, seeking guidance through his word before I do anything else. I’d like to say that, but I can’t. What I can tell you is that even though I’m saved by grace, and spiritually I’m seated in heavenly places in Christ Jesus, my flesh is still alive and well. Too often I allow that lazy flesh to take control, even though I know it grieves my Father’s heart. Following the Lord is a decision to die daily to self, and I have no excuse to offer for not doing so. All I can do is confess my sin, admit my lack of resolve, and go on, knowing that my Lord is faithful even when I am not. He’s always right there, waiting to teach me, to transform me, to shelter me, and to bless me. He is my strength along this journey, and I realize more every day just how much I need him to make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Romans 12:1,2 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Galatians 2:5,6 Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of&amp;nbsp; Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for more songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-5278477225818411103?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/5278477225818411103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=5278477225818411103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5278477225818411103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5278477225818411103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/tuesday-tunes-along-this-journey.html' title='Tuesday Tunes: Along This Journey'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-8639702999885188193</id><published>2010-07-03T06:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:16:00.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'># 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing Michelle Jessica Sara Gaudet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TC6r0Do01bI/AAAAAAAAEs8/hCU2OMWUYjk/s1600/Michelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TC6r0Do01bI/AAAAAAAAEs8/hCU2OMWUYjk/s320/Michelle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Isn't she sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-8639702999885188193?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/8639702999885188193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=8639702999885188193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/8639702999885188193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/8639702999885188193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/13.html' title='# 13'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TC6r0Do01bI/AAAAAAAAEs8/hCU2OMWUYjk/s72-c/Michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-2314045922853789949</id><published>2010-07-01T06:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:37:49.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY CANADA DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCwKXD6i3HI/AAAAAAAAEs0/B3Va8AM4xMA/s1600/100_5827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCwKXD6i3HI/AAAAAAAAEs0/B3Va8AM4xMA/s640/100_5827.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**News Flash**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Canada will now have to share it's birthday with our 13th grandchild. Michelle Jessica Sara was born early this morning to Nicole and Nathan. This should be an easy birthday for Grandma to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-2314045922853789949?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/2314045922853789949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=2314045922853789949&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2314045922853789949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2314045922853789949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Woohoo!!'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCwKXD6i3HI/AAAAAAAAEs0/B3Va8AM4xMA/s72-c/100_5827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-3259211602218191610</id><published>2010-06-29T06:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:14:51.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes - You Remind Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="340"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/YouRemindMe_275/YouRemindMe.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+YouRemindMe_275+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="26" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/YouRemindMe_275/YouRemindMe.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+YouRemindMe_275+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Performed by Terry Neufeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, when I am trudging through a valley filled with mire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling oh so lonely, my circumstances dire;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering where the joy of thy salvation went;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weary of my burdens, my energy all spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me of those mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hidden by the clouds….clouds of my own making,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Created by my sin and doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me just to set my eyes and heart on things above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you lift me to the heights upon your wings of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, so many times I’ve traveled down that same old path,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From that lofty mountain to cloudy misty flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I’d turn to you before I go astray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you would guide me along the higher way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me of those mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hidden by the clouds….clouds of my own making,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Created by my sin and doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me just to set my eyes and heart on things above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you lift me to the heights upon your wings of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me each time I slide and I lose sight of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, forgive my sin; I surrender all to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;51:12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:2 Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 94:18 When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wrote the ‘original version’ of this song in 1996, after a conversation with a friend. Over the years I made a few revisions to the lyrics and eventually changed the melody, but the message behind the song remained the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years prior to it’s writing, I had read a book in which the author used the phrase, ‘the misty flats.’ I remember nothing else about the book, but I sure have visited some misty flats. I hate to admit it, but I’ve spent far too much of my journey in that very place. In spite of the fact that I know my way out, and could be walking beside still waters, or strolling through green pastures, perhaps even standing on a mountain top, I end up wandering aimlessly, wondering why the joy has gone from my life. I get preoccupied with just living day to day, and I wander off the trail, neglecting my Bible and forgetting to pray. I get so far away from the Lord that I convince myself that I’m going through a valley, when in reality I’m really just flopping around in a muddy ditch. I may feel like my circumstances are dire, but it’s my frame of mind that’s in need of an adjustment. I’m looking at things from my own earthly perspective rather than setting my eyes on things above. It’s my own sin; my pride, my selfish attitude, and my laziness that has put a black cloud over my head, and blocked my view of the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stay on the right path, I may encounter real valleys and storms, but I know that if I just keep heading straight, my Lord will bring me through. It’s when I try to side step, that I find myself back on the flats, and I know that one more misstep could take me into the mud and the mire of the slough. Thankfully, my Lord, is gracious and long suffering, and I’m only one prayer away from getting my heart right. Somehow, he nudges me back to the path he’s set out for me, and I step out into the warmth of his light. As I thank him yet again for his mercy and grace, I wonder how I ever settled for the misty flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday Honey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-3259211602218191610?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/3259211602218191610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=3259211602218191610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/3259211602218191610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/3259211602218191610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes-you-remind-me.html' title='Tuesday Tunes - You Remind Me'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-1719104100945805521</id><published>2010-06-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:51:13.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Home'/><title type='text'>It's Raining Cats and ....more cats</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have had a lot of rain lately....you could even say it has been raining cats and dogs, but around here it's cats and more cats! We've decided that our kids don't need any pets, since the neighbour has more than enough to go around. We have had up to ten cats and kittens visit our yard at one time, but last night they were making themselves right at home, so I took these pictures through the window. I knew if I opened the door they would scatter too quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN7qix1-gI/AAAAAAAAEq0/Wj59KxWk9Pk/s1600/100_2306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN7qix1-gI/AAAAAAAAEq0/Wj59KxWk9Pk/s320/100_2306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There goes one already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN7_oQ85yI/AAAAAAAAEq8/HVNH1XQyTyc/s1600/100_2308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN7_oQ85yI/AAAAAAAAEq8/HVNH1XQyTyc/s320/100_2308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last photo was taken another evening when the kittens were out for a stroll. Usually the mother's bring the kittens over and they take a walk around our yard on the boys' atv trail, but this time the kittens were out on their own! You might have to click on the picture to get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN8WhRSoiI/AAAAAAAAErE/nHMZwz6NGyw/s1600/100_2260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN8WhRSoiI/AAAAAAAAErE/nHMZwz6NGyw/s320/100_2260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about our visitors is that they generally take a mouse or two home with them when they leave!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It's Jerry's 11th birthday today and I've posted a song I wrote for him at &lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-1719104100945805521?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/1719104100945805521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=1719104100945805521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/1719104100945805521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/1719104100945805521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/its-raining-cats-and-more-cats.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Cats and ....more cats'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TCN7qix1-gI/AAAAAAAAEq0/Wj59KxWk9Pk/s72-c/100_2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-2490432428218874397</id><published>2010-06-22T06:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:34:28.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes: Immersed In My Saviour's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="340"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/ImmersedInMySavioursLove/ImmersedInMySavioursLove.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+ImmersedInMySavioursLove+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="26" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/ImmersedInMySavioursLove/ImmersedInMySavioursLove.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+ImmersedInMySavioursLove+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pianist Michelle Krause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guitar Grace MacNeill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Singers- Michelle Krause, Deborah Bolack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d been told about how Jesus had died to take my sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I longed to know his presence; to have his peace within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how would I know this gift was mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What wonders would I see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I finally trusted the Lord, and cried out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ Jesus, yes I believe!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No angels, no Heavenly voices, no lightning flash from above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just peace and joy unspeakable, immersed in my Saviour’s love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I knew him as my Saviour, and tried to give my best,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how I longed for sweet communion; to lay across his breast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prayed, “ Jesus I surrender my desires and my cares.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I finally gave all my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he sent me wondrous answers to prayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No angels, no Heavenly voices, no lightning flash from above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just peace and joy unspeakable, immersed in my Saviour’s love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel my first love fading, there’s just once place to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I run to meet with Jesus; he’s waiting there I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my secret place, down on my knees, I seek my Saviour’s face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he draws me back to his heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he shows me awesome mercy and grace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No angels, no Heavenly voices, no lightning flash from above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just peace and joy unspeakable, immersed in my Saviour’s love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immersed in my Saviour's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Richard Sweat preached a message about the three places we can be as Christians. The first is touching the hem of Jesus’ garment, the second, is walking hand in hand with Jesus, while the third is on his bosom, where there is no doubt or fear. I took those thoughts and combined with my own experience, I soon had another song.&lt;br /&gt;Someone witnessing to me, prior to my salvation, had told me that something happens when God saves you. I know now that the change spoken of was the one that takes place within the heart, but at the time, I really didn’t understand what this meant. I had this idea in the back of my mind that something spectacular should happen at the moment I prayed and asked Jesus to save me. I was worried that I wouldn’t have this ‘experience.’ That was one of the things that held me back. I kept putting the Holy Spirit off, even though I knew that I needed salvation, and I longed for peace. When I couldn’t resist any longer, and I finally repented of my sins, asking Jesus to be my Saviour, there were no heavenly voices, and no lightning, but something did indeed happen. When that burden lifted, I felt such peace!&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, and I tried my best to be and to do what I thought my Lord required of me, there still seemed to be something missing. It wasn’t until I surrendered my will that I found that close relationship that I had been longing for. But in spite of knowing what I must do to stay in that right relationship with my Lord, I still find myself straying time and again. But no matter how many times I wander off, I always find Jesus waiting for me when I come back to that secret place of prayer. And every time, I marvel at the mercy and grace of my Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:8 Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 32:7 Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91:1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-2490432428218874397?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/2490432428218874397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=2490432428218874397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2490432428218874397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2490432428218874397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes-immersed-in-my-saviours.html' title='Tuesday Tunes: Immersed In My Saviour&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-6460910016992491984</id><published>2010-06-20T06:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:43:00.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;....to my Honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1WUpmU28I/AAAAAAAAEqU/frplS4rzMyU/s1600/100_2301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1WUpmU28I/AAAAAAAAEqU/frplS4rzMyU/s320/100_2301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Dad and the boys....don't they look happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1Wgn6EaZI/AAAAAAAAEqc/C3eenm65Qec/s1600/100_2298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1Wgn6EaZI/AAAAAAAAEqc/C3eenm65Qec/s320/100_2298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now this one is more realistic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1WvbzJU4I/AAAAAAAAEqk/goMY97HnO_A/s1600/100_2299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1WvbzJU4I/AAAAAAAAEqk/goMY97HnO_A/s320/100_2299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to all the dad's out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To view a tribute to my dad, go &lt;a href="http://http;//manitobagardens.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-6460910016992491984?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/6460910016992491984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=6460910016992491984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6460910016992491984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/6460910016992491984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day....'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TB1WUpmU28I/AAAAAAAAEqU/frplS4rzMyU/s72-c/100_2301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-553468815435524203</id><published>2010-06-17T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:34:35.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Daniel's Drop In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My son, Daniel, would like to invite you to visit his new blog. Daniel likes to take pictures with his digital camera, so he will be posting lots of his own photos, as well as pictures of him doing the things he loves to do. You can visit him at &lt;a href="http://dansdropin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel's Drop In.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBoj2g18F7I/AAAAAAAAEqM/kFV3xGxNI9o/s1600/DSCF2027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBoj2g18F7I/AAAAAAAAEqM/kFV3xGxNI9o/s320/DSCF2027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-553468815435524203?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/553468815435524203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=553468815435524203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/553468815435524203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/553468815435524203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/daniels-drop-in.html' title='Daniel&apos;s Drop In'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBoj2g18F7I/AAAAAAAAEqM/kFV3xGxNI9o/s72-c/DSCF2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-9170900767993981856</id><published>2010-06-15T05:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:11:18.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes: I've Been To The Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pianist Mrs. Susan Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soloist Crystal Krause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went there to meet him alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In silence I climbed up that mountain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his voice up ahead leading on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew when I reached my dear Saviour,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he’d have all the answers I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue skies opened up all around me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when Jesus met me at the peak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high above the clouds of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the Son shone warm on my face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my vision was cleared by his light. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a trip he required of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sent me by way of a valley; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a way that I never had been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He knew that I needed to go there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find my way back to his grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally came to the summit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when broken I fell to my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high above the clouds of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the Son shone warm on my face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my vision was cleared by his light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He carried me there on his wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transfigured, I saw him before me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as never before I had seen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart overflowed with thanksgiving; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his praises I started to sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world disappeared down below me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worshipped my Saviour and King!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high above the clouds of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the Son shone warm on my face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my vision was cleared by his light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the Son shone warm on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my vision was cleared by his light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some mountain top experiences have occurred when I’ve gone to a quiet place alone to seek the Lord’s guidance. Some have been when he’s had to bring me through a trial to draw me back to himself, and other times, he’s allowed me to see him in all of his glory, and worship at his feet. Still others seem to encompass all of those in one amazing trip to the mountains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On one particular occasion, the Lord gave me a one of a kind mountain top experience! I'd been visiting with a lady who was very enthusiastically talking about her faith and her experiences. She seemed to be so busy doing what she felt the Lord had called her to do. I went home that evening realizing that I had lost that zeal, and feeling like I was doing very little to serve my Lord and Saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The previous day, my pastor had preached on the reasons God gives mountain top experiences. Although I saw no mountains on my horizon, I started reading through the notes I had taken during the message, and soon a song began to form. But somewhere in the midst of writing, I felt the need to just be in a quiet place with the Lord. This isn’t easy in a house full of kids, so my only option was the bathroom. I went in and knelt down and began to pray, not really knowing what I was praying about. I just knew my dry heart and spirit needed to hear from my Lord, and soon I was on my face. I truly don’t recall the words I prayed, but the Lord responded to the cry of my heart, and my longing for his touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later that day, when Brian came home from work, I said, “Did you know there’s a mountain in our bathroom?” I’m sure he thought I’d lost it, but the mountaintop I experienced as I lay on our bathroom floor was more like a mountain range than one individual peak! I truly had been to the mountain with Jesus, and the song I wrote that day flowed from my heart as freely as the tears flowing down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon after this, we had a family reunion, where I was able to spend time with a cousin that I hadn’t seen since we were teenagers. In spite of there being a house full of people, the Lord gave me the opportunity to witness to her for more than an hour. I knew that this never could have happened had I not first met Jesus on that mountain. He knew I needed to go there to find my way back to his grace, before he could ever use me to reach someone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luke 6:12 And it came to pass in those days, that he went up into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genesis 22:2 And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah;and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matthew 17:1,5 And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into an high mountain apart. While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them: and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 Peter 5:5c,6 for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-9170900767993981856?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/9170900767993981856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=9170900767993981856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/9170900767993981856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/9170900767993981856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes-ive-been-to-mountain.html' title='Tuesday Tunes: I&apos;ve Been To The Mountain'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBau5mBModI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/IZ7uK42urO8/s72-c/Alberta+Pics+2+101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-2180312557477142502</id><published>2010-06-14T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:43:21.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>That's My Boy!</title><content type='html'>Justin playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUyKaGXlxDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUyKaGXlxDw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if he would just learn to play my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit me at &lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-2180312557477142502?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/2180312557477142502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=2180312557477142502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2180312557477142502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2180312557477142502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/thats-my-boy.html' title='That&apos;s My Boy!'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-373868345349729904</id><published>2010-06-12T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:22:07.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Faith Family and Friends'/><title type='text'>Congratulations.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...on your graduation, David! (aka Disaster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBOXX-zRxMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/eoSQCc6XWTc/s1600/100_2211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBOXX-zRxMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/eoSQCc6XWTc/s320/100_2211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice gown, by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-373868345349729904?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/373868345349729904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=373868345349729904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/373868345349729904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/373868345349729904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations.....'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TBOXX-zRxMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/eoSQCc6XWTc/s72-c/100_2211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-676559206272203558</id><published>2010-06-11T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:48:45.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc. stuff'/><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>Just got this in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 4 success is ... . . . not piddling in your pants. &lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is . . . having friends. &lt;br /&gt;At age 17 success is . . having a driver's license. &lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is .. . . .having money. &lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is . . .. having money. &lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is . .. .. having a drivers license. &lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is . . . having friends. &lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with most of this, but I think the 'not piddling in your pants' comes long before 80.....especially if you have a trampoline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-676559206272203558?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/676559206272203558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=676559206272203558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/676559206272203558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/676559206272203558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-5311828121316487411</id><published>2010-06-10T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:01:05.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Away'/><title type='text'>A Give Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came across a book give away, at &lt;a href="http://www.onesoblessed.com/"&gt;One So Blessed&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The book is Peace For The Journey: In the Pleasure of his Company, by Elaine Olsen. Elaine blogs at &lt;a href="http://www.peaceforthejourney.com/"&gt;Peace for the Journey&lt;/a&gt;. To sign up for the give away, go to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onesoblessed.com/2010/06/blessed-giveaway-peace-for-journey-in.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-5311828121316487411?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/5311828121316487411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=5311828121316487411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5311828121316487411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5311828121316487411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/give-away.html' title='A Give Away'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-8350146172027874526</id><published>2010-06-09T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:51:20.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>I have two prayer requests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First-&lt;/strong&gt; my niece's baby boy, born 5 days ago, has some serious health problems. I don't know all the details, but the Lord does, so I just ask that you pray for Nicolas, Carla &amp;amp; Lee, and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second &lt;/strong&gt;- tomorrow we have to take our little foster boy, Seffy, in to a dentist to have his 4 front teeth removed. He's been on an antibiotic to clear up an abcess, so is not a happy camper. Please pray that all goes well, and that he recovers quickly. He will be moving on to a more long term placement in the next couple of weeks. He was already to have moved, but we wanted to take care of his teeth first. It will be enough for him to deal with a new home and strangers without the trauma of dental work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks my blogging friends, for praying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-8350146172027874526?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/8350146172027874526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=8350146172027874526&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/8350146172027874526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/8350146172027874526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-5858637750221790554</id><published>2010-06-08T06:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:36:39.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Music'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tunes: Gonna Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="320"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/GonnaPray/GonnaPray.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+GonnaPray+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="26" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/GonnaPray/GonnaPray.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.0.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+GonnaPray+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;©Deborah Bolack 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pianist Apryl (Penner) Jennings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Performed by Grafted In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when the road ahead is steep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta pray, pray, pray when the valley plunges deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when I feel I can’t go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, pray, pray ‘till God gives my heart a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through every passing mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through my tears; pray with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray for God’s strength to meet each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, Pray, pray when the water’s rising high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta pray, pray, pray when I’d really rather cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when a friend just can’t be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, pray, pray, Jesus never lets me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through every passing mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through my tears; pray with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray for God’s strength to meet each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when I’m tossing in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta pray, pray, pray when I’m longing for the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when my hope is fading fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, pray, pray ‘till the morning dawns at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through every passing mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray through my tears; pray with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray for God's strength to meet each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when the winds are blowing strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta pray, pray, pray when the storm is raging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray, pray, pray when I find no place of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna pray, pray, pray 'till God's rainbow shines for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pray through every passing mile.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pray through my tears; pray with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pray for God's strength to meet each day.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pray, gonna pray, pray, pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fall of 2003 we built a house on my parents farm. Our first year in the new house, spring arrived early, and soon our entire yard was flooded. I told people I felt like I was living on the ark! But once the initial spring flood subsided we were able to get out and cultivate the ground and seed grass. Things were going well, until we got a May snow fall, and soon after that the rains came. One morning I went down to the basement to wake the kids, and to my shock and dismay, I found water streaming into the one bedroom that we had managed to get carpeted. Soon water was coming from other parts of the basement as well, and all we could do was vacuum it up and dump it back outside. During the long days of fighting the never ending flood waters pouring into our basement, I sometimes wondered how we would ever get through. Brian would stay up all night, sucking up the water every half hour, and then have to go to work the next morning, when I would take over vacuuming. After three days of this, we decided to just move all of our furniture to higher ground and wait out the flood.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the words to this song came to me as we fought the flood in our basement. It was devastating to see all of our hard work being ruined, and at the time I felt so alone, that we might as well have been living on Noah’s ark. But when we can’t find a friend, and the storm isn’t letting up, Jesus is always there; he never let’s us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:24,25 Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon the house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 59:19 When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 138:7a Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me:&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7 Casting all your care on him; for he careth for you.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let you requests be made known unto God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listen to more songs at &lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-5858637750221790554?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/5858637750221790554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=5858637750221790554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5858637750221790554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/5858637750221790554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/tuesday-tunes-gonna-pray.html' title='Tuesday Tunes: Gonna Pray'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-2770295835322225236</id><published>2010-06-07T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:00:26.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggy stuff'/><title type='text'>Do Me a Favour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I've been neglecting this blog, it's because I'm spending my limited spare time working on my other blog.....&lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith&lt;/a&gt; is set up as a blog, but it's really more like a website....a place to post my lyrics, and more recently the music to go with them. I've tried several different ways to upload music, and have finally found one that doesn't limit how many songs I can upload, and doesn't have a lot of problems. So, lately, whenever I have time, I've been either working on creating music with Band In a Box, or uploading completed or previously recorded songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I have Songs Of Faith set up so that people can not only read the lyrics, but hear the music....and maybe even sing along, I'd like to promote it. Thanks to a post by &lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-make-your-own-blog-button.html"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;, I figured out how to create a button for my blog....which is where the favour comes in. I'm asking my blogging friends to add my button to their side bar to give Songs Of Faith a little more exposure on the web. You can get the code for my button by visiting &lt;a href="http://songsoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs Of Faith&lt;/a&gt;...it's on the right side bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Look for the code under this picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TA0_4v1mu6I/AAAAAAAAEow/8w9niVfhwOw/s320/songsoffaithC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And while you're there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you'll spend some time listening. My prayer is that my music will be a blessing to others, and bring glory to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-2770295835322225236?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/2770295835322225236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=2770295835322225236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2770295835322225236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/2770295835322225236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/do-me-favour.html' title='Do Me a Favour?'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TA0_4v1mu6I/AAAAAAAAEow/8w9niVfhwOw/s72-c/songsoffaithC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742688535412115209.post-334983580525438398</id><published>2010-06-05T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:53:53.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Home'/><title type='text'>Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Mom always says, "You can move a mountain with a wheel barrow...just put one foot in front of the other." And it's true! Every week we get a little more accomplished on our house and yard. This week we got a load of gravel on our parking area and lane....and yes, we moved a lot of it with a wheel barrow.&amp;nbsp;It looks so much nicer now....no more mud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApS1MgbdsI/AAAAAAAAEoY/FZc4n_W1AgI/s1600/100_2201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApS1MgbdsI/AAAAAAAAEoY/FZc4n_W1AgI/s320/100_2201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApTA4-BlaI/AAAAAAAAEog/IUrhHFqTMKU/s1600/100_2205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApTA4-BlaI/AAAAAAAAEog/IUrhHFqTMKU/s320/100_2205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brian also put in some posts with solar lights along our flowerbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the winter we'll exchange the lights for reflectors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this might help divert a disaster.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApTPTo9bGI/AAAAAAAAEoo/Ey8OdJPbpOY/s1600/100_2200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApTPTo9bGI/AAAAAAAAEoo/Ey8OdJPbpOY/s320/100_2200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy again today....rain is on the way. I may not get my weeding done.....hmmm...maybe rain wouldn't be such a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Lyric%20Devotions/sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742688535412115209-334983580525438398?l=www.lyricdevotions.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/feeds/334983580525438398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742688535412115209&amp;postID=334983580525438398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/334983580525438398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742688535412115209/posts/default/334983580525438398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lyricdevotions.com/2010/06/putting-one-foot-in-front-of-other.html' title='Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798124104168438303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06335981712091411531'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cT4c2Sz5Uv8/TApS1MgbdsI/AAAAAAAAEoY/FZc4n_W1AgI/s72-c/100_2201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>