<?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-261687387042825409</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:01:21.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a future and a hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261687387042825409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225077496931550061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1L4h4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/moq5xPJ3KPY/s1600-R/walkway.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261687387042825409.post-4288357071106145518</id><published>2008-08-17T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:37:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fish out of water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SKj1-koCxqI/AAAAAAAAABU/-Y8-UpTSeAw/s1600-h/fishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SKj1-koCxqI/AAAAAAAAABU/-Y8-UpTSeAw/s320/fishy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235705022150526626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently feeling like a fish out of water - and not just some weak nemo-fish, either.  more like a fish with a sword, a helmet, and a sheild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been more than just a couple of times in my life where i've felt something big is on its way.  something has been planted and its cute little head is going to sprout up and out of the ground anytime now.  right now, i'm in the time of watering and nourishing and (just like a good warrior-fish would do) preparing for battle.  it lives in my gut:  to pray more and harder than i ever have before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with God moving, however, a spark is lit under a certain-stupid enemy's behind -  he wants to make me feel like a lesser-than nemo-fish and give up. i'm living in anticipation, trying to keep my head in bend, and praying for crazy, outrageous things.  let's see what happens.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in and through my relationship with Gregg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in finding out what my role is in supporting Cassie and how i can really, truly be there for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with ministry involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with finances.  am i supposed to get a second job?  is it impossible to find somewhere to live rent-free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the job i have now and trying to love it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261687387042825409-4288357071106145518?l=bloodformercy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/feeds/4288357071106145518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261687387042825409&amp;postID=4288357071106145518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261687387042825409/posts/default/4288357071106145518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261687387042825409/posts/default/4288357071106145518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/2008/08/fish-out-of-water.html' title='fish out of water'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225077496931550061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1L4h4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/moq5xPJ3KPY/s1600-R/walkway.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SKj1-koCxqI/AAAAAAAAABU/-Y8-UpTSeAw/s72-c/fishy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261687387042825409.post-6870884549035285835</id><published>2008-08-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:17:14.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He breathes, and the earth shakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1R1_qDHYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OmpljsWcT24/s1600-h/heart+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1R1_qDHYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OmpljsWcT24/s320/heart+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232428330137099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a year ago today, i was hired at red robin as, quite possibly, the oldest hostess in red robin history.  i felt like a total dork taking the position.  i was making $14/hour before moving and, let's be honest, red is not my color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was excited to make new freinds and have real interaction with people (even if it meant talking about fry-fills and freckled lemonades).  for the month i lived in bend, i spent most of my time having "Jesus dates" downtown or rearranging my closet.  i'd close myself off in my tiny bedroom and wonder what the heck i had done by moving here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the past year, i've received instant answers to prayers.  i've been healed of things that,  when attempted to bandage myself, i only made worse.  i've learned the difference between happiness and joy.  and i've been given passion that i couldn't imagine without His purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i think of the past year and what has happened, i get a little dizzy.  i get a little anxious, and then it all flutters away.   i'm excited to serve a God who moves even when we feel like we're in idle.  His plan is lined up even when we see it going nowhere.   we don't make anything happen and, even when we're wanting to give up on our dreams, He is the only way it will ever come true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't wait to see what's going to happen in the next year.  i'm anticipating earth-shaking moments and hoping to move some mountains.   one step at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261687387042825409-6870884549035285835?l=bloodformercy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/feeds/6870884549035285835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261687387042825409&amp;postID=6870884549035285835' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261687387042825409/posts/default/6870884549035285835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261687387042825409/posts/default/6870884549035285835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodformercy.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-breathes-and-earth-shakes.html' title='He breathes, and the earth shakes'/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225077496931550061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1L4h4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/moq5xPJ3KPY/s1600-R/walkway.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1R1_qDHYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OmpljsWcT24/s72-c/heart+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261687387042825409.post-616582333777037828</id><published>2008-01-30T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:20:15.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>firsts vs. lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TOZ5WZWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i-miOTdfflw/s1600-h/hot+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TOZ5WZWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i-miOTdfflw/s320/hot+air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232429849009087842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is my last night in this tiny two bedroom apartment.  tomorrow i move into a duplex, a brand new adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lived in bend for almost seven months now and i can't believe it.  the first night i was here, it felt so surreal.  my expectations of what was going to follow were so high, i wasn't about to go back to what i had. although,  i was timid and almost positive i wouldn't make any real friends.  i thought i'd get a 9:00-5:00 that i dreaded everyday.  i was terrified i'd freeze in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the drive from anaheim to bend, i kept thinking of the lasts i was having.   . but here i am, so excited for the firsts i'll soon have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has exceeded my expectations.  i'm learning to be dependent on the One who brought me here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't WAIT to see what the next seven months have in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we do here is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261687387042825409-616582333777037828?l=bloodformercy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1L4h4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/moq5xPJ3KPY/s1600-R/walkway.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TOZ5WZWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i-miOTdfflw/s72-c/hot+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261687387042825409.post-707685717072457438</id><published>2008-01-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:21:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's amazing that You love me like You do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TifYtv4I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vxmj8P-bQrk/s1600-h/HE+IS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TifYtv4I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vxmj8P-bQrk/s320/HE+IS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232430194080202626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TiX9QjPI/AAAAAAAAABM/ii1ghZ6rC0o/s1600-h/HE+IS+REAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOe5RAD-mZs/SJ1TiX9QjPI/AAAAAAAAABM/ii1ghZ6rC0o/s320/HE+IS+REAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232430192085994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;dear orange county, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i've been avoiding making a blog for awhile now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;for fear that i might say something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i couldn't post the things that i used to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because i didn't want that life to be my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was afraid of being judged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and looked down up.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stand up for myself because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;someone might care that much about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;after creating a life of dishonesty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i woke up and realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that i was turning into nothing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the way i was progressing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;was on a down-slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i was going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;and if i stayed there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing would ever change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i've spent a lot of time making up for the mistakes i've made .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;reconciliation has been made .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sins forgiven . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;honest joy has been a result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;of nights spent alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that wasn't who i am . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i showed you someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry if you thought that she was real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because i wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;life in oregon has been so good for me,&lt;br /&gt;i have a job that i love and friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that seem like they've been around forever.&lt;br /&gt;so can we please stop this "i thought i was your old life" business&lt;br /&gt;and know that the ties i cut was the baggage that was keeping me behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;there's so much more to life than right now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking to move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows if i'll be back, but i'm so happy to be here . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the oldest i've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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