<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:50:34.125-04:00</updated><category term='pets'/><category term='winter'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Sarah King</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-8286278916497872004</id><published>2009-02-07T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:34:18.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>two more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SY397WaT__I/AAAAAAAAADg/EHuNjM7_KCI/s1600-h/Photo+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SY397WaT__I/AAAAAAAAADg/EHuNjM7_KCI/s320/Photo+137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300171532554993650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are our new friends. We love them very much! They are both girls and haven't been named yet...any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-8286278916497872004?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8286278916497872004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=8286278916497872004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/8286278916497872004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/8286278916497872004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-more.html' title='two more'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SY397WaT__I/AAAAAAAAADg/EHuNjM7_KCI/s72-c/Photo+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-1875746474410341764</id><published>2009-01-28T18:01:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:07:49.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Wonderful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt6_s7QqI/AAAAAAAAADY/X6wzyCCYic0/s1600-h/DSC_1057.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt6_s7QqI/AAAAAAAAADY/X6wzyCCYic0/s320/DSC_1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494759575765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking out my window there is about ten or twelve inches of snow on the ground. I realize that some of you live in parts of the world where that is normal. However for cincinnati, it is rare and I feel so blessed. Winter has always been my favorite time of year. The best memories of growing up were playing in the snow with my dad and brother. The past couple days have been spent playing in the snow and it has been wonderful. This was Hoss and Mitzi's first real snow experience. I was quite unsure about how they would react to the snow, since we have to pull teeth to get them to go to the bathroom outside when its really cold or wet... figures I would have spoiled dogs. However, the cold or the wet did not bother them one bit ... in fact once Austin and I were worn out we had to drag them back into the house. They were soaking wet and their paws were bleeding but they did not want to stop playing in the snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt65k6FII/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zr2Fg9ofD34/s1600-h/DSC_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt65k6FII/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zr2Fg9ofD34/s320/DSC_1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494757931521154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoss loved the rush of chasing the sled. But every time he crashed it he had to reassure himself that there was no damage done and all cargo was intact. Jesse is becoming quite familier with Hosses ginormous tounge licking his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt6gzJ3dI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsl8f8axfl8/s1600-h/DSC_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt6gzJ3dI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsl8f8axfl8/s320/DSC_1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494751280389586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtPFiBtyI/AAAAAAAAADA/hdwYNV9HxuQ/s1600-h/DSC_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtPFiBtyI/AAAAAAAAADA/hdwYNV9HxuQ/s320/DSC_1064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494005226420002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOjco2UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jo39B--v6nQ/s1600-h/DSC_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOjco2UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jo39B--v6nQ/s320/DSC_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493996077013314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mitzi was content as long as she was chasing something... sleds, Hoss, snow balls, air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOpxec9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8Nap2sT9WPg/s1600-h/DSC_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOpxec9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8Nap2sT9WPg/s320/DSC_1052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493997775025106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This was the last we saw of that tennis ball. I guess we will find it in the spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOPTm23I/AAAAAAAAACo/VdXUbopqlBw/s1600-h/DSC_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtOPTm23I/AAAAAAAAACo/VdXUbopqlBw/s320/DSC_1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493990670424946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is Tara in fifteen layers and she is still smaller than most hobbits. That sled is really not as big as it looks standing next to her.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtNzqyQmI/AAAAAAAAACg/kpsPqFoqGQo/s1600-h/DSC_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDtNzqyQmI/AAAAAAAAACg/kpsPqFoqGQo/s320/DSC_1140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493983251448418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is Jesse. Hanging out with him makes me feel 12 again. He's such a great kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDrxJ32_QI/AAAAAAAAACY/nkfXFCiwXag/s1600-h/DSC_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDrxJ32_QI/AAAAAAAAACY/nkfXFCiwXag/s320/DSC_1172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296492391484030210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All in all it was a great day. God reached down and made his creation just a little more beautiful today and we were all able to take time and enjoy it. It doesn't get much better than that. The dogs have been asleep on the warm couch for hours now. Hot chocolate was readily available and I have the rest of the evening free to spend time with Austin. I'm realizing sometimes you just gotta play. What a wonderful life&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-1875746474410341764?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1875746474410341764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=1875746474410341764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/1875746474410341764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/1875746474410341764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-life.html' title='Wonderful life'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SYDt6_s7QqI/AAAAAAAAADY/X6wzyCCYic0/s72-c/DSC_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-1896794789740448459</id><published>2008-11-20T00:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:29:27.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thought # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to say that I have been thouroughly enjoying my husband lately. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;especially his sense of humor. Below is starbucks warrior. I sincerely wonder what everyone else does without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SSUDYMFFwmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fybBP3o3WAU/s1600-h/photo-1.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SSUDYMFFwmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fybBP3o3WAU/s320/photo-1.php.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622653001351778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SSUC70eIulI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gb5r1L4oQCA/s1600-h/photo.php.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SSUC70eIulI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gb5r1L4oQCA/s320/photo.php.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622165627615826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our journey together so far has been incredible. I have grown more in six months than I ever thought possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;p.s. thanks for the photos jess. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thought #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have some pretty incredible friends. God has been so good to me. I couldn't think of anything better he could bless me with right now. I have some incredible relationships. My mind has been wandering a lot to people in general. My desire is to love above everything else. Before a job, before stuff, before MY needs, before anger, before selfishness, before "needing space", Before serving. a love that is NOT conditional on who people are, or what they have done. I want to also love fully, understanding that everything I do effects someone else somehow.  My prayer is that God will teach me how to do this more and more radically everyday. For if I do not have love I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-1896794789740448459?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1896794789740448459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=1896794789740448459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/1896794789740448459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/1896794789740448459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-thoughts.html' title='two thoughts'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SSUDYMFFwmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fybBP3o3WAU/s72-c/photo-1.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-936384078309647196</id><published>2008-11-15T01:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:24:20.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the real followers of Jesus please stand up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I preface all of this in saying... THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS... I am very much speaking generally and not pointing a finger at any certain organization or person. I am guilty of not acting Christ like as well. I will also say that there are less people that I see as genuine followers of Jesus, and more that I see as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the past few years I have been continually let down by the "church". I can imagine that I am not alone in feeling this way. I have come to know  Christs character, and have come to the realization that His character is very rarely found amidst "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;". I have seen those who call themselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; (followers of Jesus) use, judge, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manipulate&lt;/span&gt; people in a way that is selfish and arrogant. This is disgusting. The thought of this makes me sick. How dare we in the name of Jesus Christ knowingly treat other people bad? However on one hand we all make mistakes, we all struggle with a sin nature. That is one thing. What I am talking about is long time "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;" stepping on other people to get what they want (power, money, control, "successful ministry", the list goes on in on). Looking at "the church" today compared to the character of Christ and the church of acts ... WOW. It is so perverted, what have we done?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The trinity that I have experienced and fell in love with is faithful, self sacrificing, humble, full of grace and second chances, loving, and honest. No part of the trinity esteems itself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; the others, and they are constantly pouring themselves fully and freely into each other, out of the understanding that they are nothing with out the other, so they must be all that they can be to each other. This is (for lack of a better term) constructive community. We are made in the image of God. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let US (trinity/God) make man in OUR own image.&lt;/span&gt; It is in our very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DNA&lt;/span&gt; to give freely and fully to one another aka be a fully functioning community of believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Church has come along way. In the past 50 years we have had discovered a new spiritual freedom. Having a relationship with God, and hearing Gods voice. Has been pushed more than ever. This is wonderful but not enough. I firmly believe that my generation and the generation to come is being asked to love radically. There is a reformation coming to the church, if we will accept it and we must. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you as I will myself to look at the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; church". Compare it to Christs character and the first church. Then completely let yourself think outside the box. How can we as a body take on the attributes of our lord and saviour Jesus Christ and not the attributes of "business America"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-936384078309647196?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/936384078309647196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=936384078309647196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/936384078309647196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/936384078309647196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-real-followers-of-jesus-please.html' title='Will the real followers of Jesus please stand up?'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-3062857013143453529</id><published>2008-11-08T00:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:54:17.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the nati</title><content type='html'>Well we have been home for almost two weeks now. We are currently on the job hunt. It has been easier to find work than we thought, the more challenging part is making sure we are taking the jobs that God has for us. I have a lot of peace. It has been a nice break being home I have been processing the last year and a half, more so though on the past 6 months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being married has been amazing. I am so in love with my husband. There was a point in my life that i never thought this was possible. Apparently it is and I am loving it. Its been really great just in the past week and a half to be able to spend more quality time together and less "stressful/work" time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Im back in Cincinnati. It cold here... kinda. I love it. skyline chili (praise God) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is teaching me tons about my experience in the ATL. My two wonderful puppies are asleep on the bed with me right now. soo peaceful. and i am going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-3062857013143453529?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3062857013143453529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=3062857013143453529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/3062857013143453529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/3062857013143453529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-nati.html' title='back to the nati'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-5151942559635777952</id><published>2008-10-09T14:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:37:06.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>be something real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;As followers of Jesus what do we expect of ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; What do I expect of myself? What should I be pushing myself to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I've seen a lot lately. I've experienced a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; The effects of pride, of materialism, individualism, false identity, greed, selfishness, and hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I've seen the effects that it has on society and in the church. Because of what I have seen and experienced I  have felt raw and overwhelming conviction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Micah 6:8 says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do justice, love kindness, and live humbly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Living out this commandment is a a big responsibility and can become quite draining. I mean what is DOING justice? What does this entail on my part and how far do I go? If a family is homeless do I offer them my home? What if they rob me? take advantage of me? What if they've killed people? So...what if?Would Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How about loving kindness... LOVING kindness... wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How about Acts 4 a picture of the first church set up the way God had originally designed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the full number of those who believed were of one heart and soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no one said that any of the things that belonged to him was his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, but they had everything in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Am I willing to give everything that I have spiritually, emotionally, and physically to anyone FREELY and FULLY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I believe that becoming more like Christ looks different than we have previously imagined. I feel that God has opened my eyes to something new and I have only begun to grasp the fullness of our responsibilities as followers of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world. I am nothing aside from Him. I am prideful, selfish, materialistic, hateful, and conceited. But it is He who is in me that is greater... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I am who I am by the grace of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I believe that pure humility, love, patience, kindness, unity, and the ability to give freely and fully of yourself. Is the way to complete transformation of our society. What darkness can be in light? However these character attributes are NOT POSSIBLE in their purest form if we are not living in the father. This is not something that we can achieve or even "arrive" to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;We must pursue a love relationship with Abba. We must begin to see in fullness how He sees us. The father sees who we are without sin. He sees us as His perfect child and bride. We must know every second of every day what He thinks of us and be completely satisfied by Him. If we seek Him, crave Him... and only Him. We will be able to love kindness, do justice, and live humbly. We will be able to give freely and fully of ourselves. We MUST build our foundation surrounded, emersed, full of Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have to get back to this. It is easy to be consumed with all the "kingdom work" that their is to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But I forget, I AM NOTHING WITHOUT HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-5151942559635777952?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5151942559635777952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=5151942559635777952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/5151942559635777952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/5151942559635777952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-something-real.html' title='be something real'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-8869231081592143950</id><published>2008-10-07T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:21:04.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOtwObLuq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3zHg6Urcvo8/s1600-h/CIA+2008+Victoria%27s+Friends+(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOtwObLuq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3zHg6Urcvo8/s320/CIA+2008+Victoria%27s+Friends+(34).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254416783375248290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I found this picture and thought it was a pretty good reflection of my time a as a childrens pastor. Although I'm not always keeping kids from escaping, killing each other, stealing ipods, having sex or playing with guns... I am quite frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-8869231081592143950?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8869231081592143950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=8869231081592143950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/8869231081592143950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/8869231081592143950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-picture.html' title='Perfect picture'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOtwObLuq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3zHg6Urcvo8/s72-c/CIA+2008+Victoria%27s+Friends+(34).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156159279138861866.post-2384963619297931012</id><published>2008-10-06T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:23:04.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last five months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;May 23rd 2008 seems like yesterday. On that day a completely new chapter in my life was being written. Nothing like what was before. New. Since then life has been nothing expected. After the wedding festivities, Austin and I moved to Atlanta to work at an inner city ministry called City of Refuge. We were coming with the understanding that we were TEMPORARY INTERNS. A couple weeks into our internship. We were asked to temporarily take the childrens pastor position. We saw the need although we have not had a heart specifically for children. We felt like God has been speaking to us about His desire for the kids ministry. So we said that we would stay on to make those changes and would take it day by day as far as how long we stayed the children's pastors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I felt a new kind of Grace taking this job. There were times where I could truly feel God's anointing to  work with kids. I knew it was only because He needed us there and it was only for then. I dont expect to ever do anything that intense as far as ministry goes with kids again. But never say never with God right? I know that I would have never in a million years been able to do this job without His grace that followed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The kids have been incredible. Leaving them will be hard. We have so many great  and not so great memories with them. So many stories. These kids have experienced more hard ship and injustice in their 9, 10, 11 year old lives than I could have ever even imagined happening to me as a child. But God is faithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;We have felt God leading us away from this ministry. It has been a hard decision but we will be moving back to Cincinnati. We have so much of ourselves invested in these kids. God never stops teaching me something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;This season of my life has been probably the best and hardest. Every day God asked for more. The second I found my self in a place where I was comfortable. The carpet was ripped out from underneath me and God started teaching me something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Up until coming to City of refuge. So many of my prayers were God give me your heart. Now that I have been here. I have been asking God how to deal with His heart. I have been overwhelmed with the need and realized more than ever that I am NOTHING and it is Christ in me. That is the only place that faith hope and love can be found Christ. I by myself do not love, hope or have faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Coming home with be challenging as well I'm sure. However Im looking forward to a chance to reflect and process. I think I will finally feel married. It has been hard spending so much time and energy in such a needy enviroment all the while trying to love like Jesus loves. We have felt so drained that we have felt that we had nothing left to offer each other. In the jewish culture when a man and woman are first married they are practically forced to spend the year doing nothing but focusing on their relationship. They are not able to go to work or war. I definatly see the importance of this. I our marriage is not devolped and getting the attention needed we are no good to anyone in ministry. With that said I am excited to seek God with my husband and see what the Father has for us next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156159279138861866-2384963619297931012?l=sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2384963619297931012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156159279138861866&amp;postID=2384963619297931012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/2384963619297931012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156159279138861866/posts/default/2384963619297931012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahsjourneywithabba.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-five-months.html' title='The last five months'/><author><name>Sarah's journey with Abba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02689339363737472095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwzQHyKbhRY/SOotv44nPZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1__6h31taRM/S220/Photo+66.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
