﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>flowerchildofGod's Xanga</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from flowerchildofGod</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, August 01, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/607552676/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/607552676/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 17:52:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Holy cow...I'm getting married on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;*sigh* I'm in love....with Andy Erickson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Thank you Jesus for such an amazing, stretching, and growing year. I never thought that being engaged would be so wonderful. Thank you for every high and every low that taught me something new about me AND you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;I'm excited about being married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/607552676/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 27, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/586924370/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/586924370/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 23:16:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT face=Kartika color=#ff0000&gt;i am shielded in my armor.&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/586924370/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 13, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/576512373/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/576512373/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:51:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;Okay...let's just talk this through.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;BR&gt;Starving for truth&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I can't stay here any longer. I am hurting for a change in my walk with the Lord. There is so much built into my thought processes and character that need truth spoken over them. But that isn't the spark. That's just the hurdle. I am desparate for the Lord. I can't go any further without more of Him. What I am doing right now isn't working any more. I've got to find the reality, because right now friends, I feel like I'm living in the Matrix. God please! Wake me up!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;I'm closer to where I started &lt;BR&gt;Chasing after you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I'm back where I started. Ground zero. It's like I am sitting on in the church van my sophomore year of high school all over again and the staff leader from Cederville looks at me and says, "So, what are you studying in your devotionals right now?" To which I respond with a big fat, "Huh? What are devotionals?" Nearly my whole life had been spent in church and that was the first time anyone had ever told me that I was supposed to spend time with the Lord daily! It's like my freshman year of college when Jeff Alexandar said, "You can be filled with the Spirit - just ask!" I walked into that worship hall that night determined to get filled...AND I DID! I am chasing after you Lord! I can't afford to look back, it would waste precious time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you &lt;BR&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;Do you believe me when I pray this? That even as cold and dead as my heart can be that it is still capable of falling in love? Especially with someone I've never seen? It's not that the bedtime stories aren't so real that I can't help but swoon for you. No, Jesus, it's the sound of your voice, the comfort of your hand, your fire in my heart. It fuels me. It pushes me. Nothing of this world is worth hanging on to. Everyone keeps asking if it's hard to leave Qdoba. But in my heart it really isn't. This was where you brought me and this is where you are leading me from. I'm following you - not the other way around.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move &lt;BR&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I figure I have nothing. I am nothing. I'm just a stinking human. Don't make me stay in the world. Oh God! I've had glimpses of this spiritual realm - you gotta take me there. I &lt;STRONG&gt;need&lt;/STRONG&gt; to walk there...to dance there...to simple move inside there. Everyone minute I wait feels like an hour and every hour - a lifetime. I am living an entire life again and again everyday I get up. I fight..I live..and when I can't find you, it's like I collapse and die at night. Enter sleep. And yet, you find me there too. You are what wakes me up and gives me the energy to do it again. This cycle will end. I am fighting for it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;Forgetting all I'm lacking &lt;BR&gt;Completely incomplete&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;At this point, I figure it's not even worth dwelling on my sin. I can't change it on my own. Only you can. And every time I try to do this on my own I fail. I fail miserably. I have to learn to hate the things I take refuge in if I am ever going to give it all to you. There are holes all over me and in everything I do. If people had x-ray vision they would see through my exterior to the gaping holes underneath. Only your spirit fills me up and makes me whole. Step aside pride - I've run out of room for you in my life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;I'll take your invitation &lt;BR&gt;You take all of me now...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;If you trust me, I'll trust you. Do you really trust me? You keep saying you do. It's like you're not ever worried. You are just sitting there like you already know that I will be crossing over. What if I stumble along the way and I don't make it? What if I fail? Are you ready for that? Do you have a back up plan? If that happens, does that mean all hope is lost and that I will never be everything I could have been? I'm freaking out!! But I trust you. Head first - here we go!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know &lt;BR&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I've tried everything else, and you are the only thing that fulfills. In short, you are really the only thing I know. I can't figure anything else out...and sometimes I think that I can't figure you out...but somehow, you always make sense in my heart. Like an instinct. I'm looking ahead even though I don't recognize the path. Full speed ahead even though there are no maps to guide me. I'm am completely reliant on your voice and the presence of your spirit. It's all I've got. But it's more than enough.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into &lt;BR&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;WHAT AM I DOING? Does anybody really know?! This doesn't make sense! It doesn't compute in my head! Nolookingbacknoholdingbackitsallornothingnow. I trust you. I trust you. I don't have to convince myself anymore. I know it's true. I'm holding out. I know this has to be going somewhere. Oh Jesus you are so good. You are so stinkin good.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;There's nothing else to lose &lt;BR&gt;There's nothing else to find&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I'm giving everything up because control is my downfall. I want to be in control because I am afraid of failing. Failure slices me from the inside. I can hardly bare it. Can you hear me? Better yet, can you feel me? Even talking about it wrenches my heart. On the other hand, there has never been a liberation quite like yours. When I consumed by your cloud it's better than being numb with the drugs. It's not that I'm covering up my pain - it's that it never happened. I can rest my weary heart because I've found what I have been desperately looking for. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;There's nothing in the world &lt;BR&gt;That can change my mind&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;I've spent a lot of time looking at the other paths. Contemplating the gurus' sayings...trying the flow of the mantras out on my tongue. It's all child's play compared to your Name. You are the God of the universe. The Creator. The Savior of the World. No one has anything on you. Try as they may - they will never compare to Jesus Christ. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf&gt;There is nothing else &lt;BR&gt;There is nothing else &lt;BR&gt;There is nothing else&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#8f308f&gt;Whew. Amen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#0000bf&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;BR&gt;Starving for truth &lt;BR&gt;I'm closer to where I started &lt;BR&gt;Chasing after you.... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you &lt;BR&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto &lt;BR&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move &lt;BR&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;BR&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know &lt;BR&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go &lt;BR&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into &lt;BR&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Just hanging by a moment (here with you) &lt;BR&gt;Hanging by a moment (here with you) &lt;BR&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/576512373/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 06, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/575052369/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/575052369/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 18:10:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;As far as the &lt;FONT color=#008000&gt;east&lt;/FONT&gt; from the &lt;FONT color=#107010&gt;west&lt;/FONT&gt; they say,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;I should know my east from west I know...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;As far as the &lt;FONT color=#107010&gt;east&lt;/FONT&gt; from the &lt;FONT color=#107010&gt;west&lt;/FONT&gt; they say,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;And I am only &lt;U&gt;human&lt;/U&gt; &lt;EM&gt;anyway&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;There is something inside you that secretly longs for the supernaturaul.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;That's what our generation is on the hunt for.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;Dial a 900 number...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;read your cards...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;meditation, mantras, medication...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Onyx color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;is all a means to an end.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#ff0000&gt;but all roads &lt;STRONG&gt;don't&lt;/STRONG&gt; lead to Rome.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Imprint MT Shadow" color=#5858e7&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus color=#a76018&gt;Turns out that worship is a place...not merely an action.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus color=#a76018&gt;Have you been there?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus color=#a76018&gt;This is not just a state of mind...it is a physical location. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus color=#a76018&gt;But you can't walk there...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus color=#a76018&gt;There's no bus.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;Sound the alarms and awaken the watchmen!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#bf0060 size=5&gt;Open your ears let the voices ring out!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;We prophesy that you'll come to this nation...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf0060&gt;Touch this generation&amp;nbsp;with a holy visitiation&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#5858e7 size=5&gt;We return to you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face=Mistral color=#bf0060 size=5&gt;fasting and weeping and mourning&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Harrington color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Make sure you bring something for your feet&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Harrington color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;because the ground is hot with fire.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/575052369/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, February 21, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/572052868/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/572052868/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 22:40:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" face="Edwardian Script ITC" color=#1818a7 size=7&gt;Steadfast make my willing heart.&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/572052868/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 10, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/569401625/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/569401625/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 22:34:19 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.mccormackinc.com/portfolio/design/images/fireflower.jpg"&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;And He set me on fire, and I am burning alive.&lt;BR&gt;With His breath in my lungs I am coming undone.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;And he set me on fire and I am burning alive.&lt;BR&gt;With his breath in my lungs I am coming undone.&lt;BR&gt;And I cannot hold it in and remain composed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Love's taken over me and so I propose the letting myself go.&lt;BR&gt;I am letting myself go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf0000&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;You are my joy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;You are my joy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;You are my joy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;You are my joy!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/569401625/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 03, 2007</title><link>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/567558862/item/</link><guid>http://flowerchildofgod.xanga.com/567558862/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 04:17:08 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;small things that you don't know (but should know!) about &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;bethany thorn&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;1. she likes salami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;2. she doesn't
own a darn thing. not a pair of socks, no food - nothing. everything
she has is something Jesus has blessed her with. so if you need it,
just ask. if you don't ask, she'll figure out that you need it and give
it to you anyway without batting an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;3. she LOVES flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;4. she notices you. even when you think no one sees you...she does. and then she prays for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. SHE GAVE ME HER BIRTHDAY!* bethany ann thorn's birthday is a national holiday...and this year she gave it to me. she took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;out for dinner, she drove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;around for dessert, and then she took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to a stellar movie! know anybody else that would do that? i didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;6. she likes the smell of peach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;*please
notice the emphasis on number five. if you are still in shock, just
pray. i'm sure Jesus will hear you and send you someone to change your
life the way that bethany has changed mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley3.gif" height="15" width="15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;
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