<?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-5754576071633525968</id><updated>2011-12-04T07:04:01.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>from my heart to yours...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6339702615223718392</id><published>2011-12-01T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:48:23.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I write them as lyrics, but I never know when I'll put music to them...but here's what I have for now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6041302773053312" style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Restorer of souls, One who mends the broken hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dream Giver, the One who holds all hope in His hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The only One who can make a soul complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The only One who fulfills and satisfies deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He’s lost that spark in his eyes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He’s lost that smile on his face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No matter how much he may pretend to be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everything has fallen apart on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only You can clean out the bleeding wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And only You can clear away the mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only You can take a damaged life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And turn it into something wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He’s lost that spark in his eyes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He’s lost that smile on his face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No matter how much he may pretend to be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everything has fallen apart on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And only You can make it rain for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And wash it all away, all the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All the pain, all the destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only You can make the sun come out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I want to see the spark in his eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I want to see the smile on his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Genuinely loving You and loving life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Whole, complete, and restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Because You can make it rain for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And wash it ALL away, all the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All the pain, all the destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only You can make the sun come out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Hope, only found in You, will prevail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Let it rain, rain for days.....&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;So the sun can come out again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And joy can abound....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/5754576071633525968-6339702615223718392?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6339702615223718392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6339702615223718392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6339702615223718392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6339702615223718392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-lyrics.html' title='New Lyrics'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-8520679873902782941</id><published>2011-06-28T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:54:41.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Greater Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.10639906211703698" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Led down a road you shouldn’t have been taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I wonder, what it would even be like, to be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To walk a day in your shoes, feel what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thrown down, rejected, abandoned without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Maybe you’ve dug yourself deep, deep in hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Maybe you haven’t seen the sun in years, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Maybe you can’t remember what it might feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To have a shred of hope you could hold in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Your eyes, tell a story far too deep and far too painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Your mind, maybe it tortures you in the dark night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And maybe, even in the day, all seems pitch black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And all around you seems like a dungeon of dispair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Called worthless, shoved around and shoved down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thrown out to rot, slowly fading from dirt to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No one knows your name or even cares about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Who you could have been or might have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But there is a greater story, and there is truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That you may have never heard in your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There is a story of hope, healing, and freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There is a story of redemption and acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And I could tell you till the words fall silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But instead, I pray you experience it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s a love overwhelming, so consuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A love that changes absolutely everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A love from heaven above, from God, who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A love that can’t be described with eloquent words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And i just have to tell you, that there is more for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Because God created you with a plan for your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And He is more than capable to change it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He can pull you from the pit of despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He can lift your head up, and give you hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He can rescue you from the only life you’ve ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Joy and peace can surround your heart and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So here is my prayer for you, my heart cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Please, hand over your heart to the God who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Because there is so much more to life that you can know&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/5754576071633525968-8520679873902782941?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/8520679873902782941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=8520679873902782941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8520679873902782941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8520679873902782941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2011/06/greater-story.html' title='A Greater Story'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-5056036016688156976</id><published>2011-06-16T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:46:36.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been wanting to write a blog on the body of Christ for a while. I probably could've wrote it a while ago, but I tend to procrastinate. Odd, because there probably would've been more passion behind this blog a few weeks ago, but as I sit here listening to the rain and thunder and watching the rain pour off the roof of the house next door, I can take a slightly different approach to this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole idea that I had before was to talk about how I was seeing the body operating within the church. When I first got the concept for a blog on the body, I was seeing a woman who had just lost her son (who was only in his late twenties), be loved on by many people, prayed for, and just held as she cried. At the same time, a friend of mine was diagnosed with RA and I was (and still am) wanting to be there in any way I can....from a really long hug, to a box of tissues, to helping with any simple task I can, to praying for healing. And all this got me thinking about what it really means to be the body of Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the church I go to, I find it a little more difficult, since we are from so many different areas. To help my friend (mentioned above) with something as simple as doing a load of laundry, it would be a $15 and 4 hour task. It's not as simple as me driving across town. It's an hour drive. YET, a drive I'd be willing to make because THAT IS what I believe the body is all about-supporting each other when we've lost our strength, encouraging each other when we've lost our hope, standing with each other when life is difficult and we don't have answers, helping each other with daily tasks, and praying with each other AT ALL TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I titled this "Be the Body" because being the body isn't a selfish thing. Being the body" is NOT a "why aren't people doing these things for me?" question. Instead, it's a question that says, "Am I doing this for other people?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BEING the body involves actively DOING something.  Kind of an oxymoron when you think about it, since "to be" is just to  remain constant. But to BE the body, I totally believe it is constantly  acting as Christ would toward one another. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, and tomorrow, and throughout your life, I ask you to evaluate your life to see if you are being the body of Christ to the people you encounter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"You  were cleansed from your sins when you obeyed the truth, so now you must  show sincere love to each other as brothers and sisters. Love each  other deeply WITH ALL YOUR HEART." ~1 Peter 1:22 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/5754576071633525968-5056036016688156976?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/5056036016688156976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=5056036016688156976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5056036016688156976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5056036016688156976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2011/06/be-body.html' title='Be the Body'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6089489886777315529</id><published>2011-06-07T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:54:23.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Makes ALL the Difference</title><content type='html'>So...this is more of a rambling on prayer. Not anything specific, but I've been in awe of how God works. And I've been in awe of how He chooses to bless far more than we can imagine. About a week ago, I was looking for cars online for a friend of mine. It was a random thing I just started doing as I was bored. I randomly started sending her links. Well, it just so happens that she contacted people about the links and the person who owned the first car (I had sent a link to) and her met up. So, I prayed for favor for my friend that morning. I thought it would be good to have favor in considering purchasing a car, but it was a quick prayer that I didn't think much of. Later, I found out that they'd talked the owner down and my friend ended up with money to spare when all was said and done. I prayed for favor, but I was thinking of just a good transaction\wisdom. I thought nothing of getting a better deal money wise. Cool. So much a God-thing...how it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I was driving home when I felt impressed to pray for protection. I try to remember to do so, but many times I don't even think about it. So, I prayed that God would protect me (as I was driving) and not even 5 minutes later, I looked to my right and saw a deer standing on the hill, just off the road. He turned his head and looked at me and that was that. I've had more incidents with deer being just on the side of the road (and not on the road) than I can count. Just a few seconds makes the difference on whether I hit them or not. And yet, one more time, I prayed for protection, and didn't come into contact with that deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what all to say about prayer, but that it's so IMPORTANT. And I, personally, can be so quick to forget to pray over situations and people and even for safety. But I feel like the Lord's been reminding me and those around me to PRAY. When people frustrate us, when people hurt us, when people put us down or abuse us.....pray for them. When situations are difficult, pray that God would intervene instead of living our lives in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm headed to bed. Comments welcome. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6089489886777315529?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6089489886777315529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6089489886777315529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6089489886777315529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6089489886777315529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2011/06/prayer-makes-all-difference.html' title='Prayer Makes ALL the Difference'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-5105050759364231242</id><published>2011-05-15T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:17:00.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy</title><content type='html'>So...it's been a while. I know that. I've had some thoughts that I've considered posting, but haven't been all that inspired to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I don't have much to say, but I've been pondering how the enemy uses apathy to pull us down. He's attacked us forever. Put hard circumstances into our lives, very difficult things that we fought to get through....but that's just it. We fought. We leaned on others when we lost strength, but we fought. When things come against us, something rises up in us that says, "I will not give up. I will keep fighting. I will keep praising You, Jesus. I will keep trusting You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we become apathetic, it doesn't matter. We lose our fight. We don't care. Even when we admit we've become apathetic, we can't always see a way out. I believe having others surround us in prayer is such a key to unlocking the way out. However, I don't hear much teaching on coming out of apathy. And yet, it is such a controlling thing. When we become apathetic, it doesn't matter if we're slipping away from the Lord (in our heads), because we don't care. And yet, there has to be solutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? I'd love to hear them.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-5105050759364231242?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/5105050759364231242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=5105050759364231242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5105050759364231242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5105050759364231242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2011/05/apathy.html' title='Apathy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-192996595821305735</id><published>2010-07-15T05:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:47:08.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Support</title><content type='html'>Give me support, I'll walk a hundred miles. Tell me which direction to go, I'll sit down like a little kid in the grocery store whose temper tantrum didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two incredible conversations the past two days. One with the local Elim Fellowship rep. about wanting to see how they could help support me and encourage me and what they could do to help me. I left the meeting SO ENCOURAGED! Far more than all the people who have told me what I should or shouldn't be doing for the last few months. And the thing is, he didn't even point me in a direction. He basically said, "We've got your back." But it made me want to run full force forward. (And no, I don't know what that will look like.) And it made me want to run after all that God has for me. Interesting how support encourages far more than people throwing out constant suggestions on how I can change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today, I had an awesome and encouraging conversation with a Christian friend. It was WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we should all be able to learn and give each other advice. But there's a difference between giving advice and constantly telling a person what you think theycshould do. I am VERY GRATEFUL for those who support me, offer advice, pray for me, but don't try to shove me in one direction or another. It means more than you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-192996595821305735?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/192996595821305735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=192996595821305735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/192996595821305735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/192996595821305735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/07/support.html' title='Support'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-8072813102835523257</id><published>2010-07-09T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:50:22.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy...</title><content type='html'>Running through the grass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, Daddy! Now what do you want me to do now? I finished what you told me to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, let's swing on the swing together. Can I hold you for a little while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Daddy, but don't I have a lot of things I should be doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They can wait. Can I just love on you for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, I need to know what I'm doing next before I can relax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? I've never failed you. I've never not told you at the right time, the perfect time. Do you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.....but people...they ask. They ask all the time what I'm doing next. I HAVE to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, honey. You don't need to know quite yet. And they don't need to know right now yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Dad....... they drive me nuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey....let's go swing...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sighs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Or at least I'm trying to. I get in my own stubborn way. I always try to figure out what's next and plan my own life out. I know you know much better for me, but I get pestered with questions, get looks of those who think I should be doing something more productive, looks from those who never think I'm doing well enough. But Daddy, I'm trying to be like you. And to love people and care about them. And I'm happy with my life. I just hate being bugged every spare moment I have........ oh......sigh...there I go again.....getting all upset. Yes, Daddy, I trust You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we go swing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah....let's go swing. Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you just love on me for a while? I miss You...just being with You and having You hold me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be my delight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a summary of a conversation with Jesus this morning......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-8072813102835523257?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/8072813102835523257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=8072813102835523257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8072813102835523257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8072813102835523257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddy.html' title='Daddy...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-4647342199324742531</id><published>2010-06-29T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:36:53.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a blog?</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I've put a blog out there. I haven't had much to say, in all honesty. So, I figured there wasn't much of a point, I guess. I still don't have too much to say, but I got that little urge to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started to realize how much I've become self-absorbed. Part of it is the pressure from people around me to "do something productive with my life" and part of it was me just not wanting to waste my life away. But the past couple days I enjoyed simple things like sunshine, rain, chatting while drinking a lemonade, talks with wonderful friends, sitting in the Lord's presence, reading a good book, etc. And I realized how much I had become absorbed with me--figuring out my life, what I should do next, what I shouldn't do. And in trying so hard to find my way, I lost the joy in life. I hadn't realized it had gone that far until a loving friend asked me if I have been mad at them lately. And, confused by the question, I began to realize how much I had almost become depressed and shut off because I spent my time focusing on me. I love the saying that says, "Live life on purpose." However, in trying to "do" something with my life, I stopped really "living" and enjoying life, God, and people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I get responses from people on a regular basis about how awful it must be to work nights at a convenience store\gas station, I enjoy it. There, I said it. The two people I work with are INCREDIBLE. I don't have the drama with them that I've had in much "better" jobs. I enjoy going to work. And I once read that we spend&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 40 years of our lives working (almost &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80,000 hours) and that we should work at a job we enjoy because we spend so much time working. I've told God I'd be ok flipping burgers as long as I was able to minister to people. That was my dream for my life. To be able to be there for broken people and love on them and point them to the Lord. While I'm not the best at evangelism, I do feel that I am filling that dream in where I am and what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what You make it. I don't think I've ever really hated any job because I make it a point just to enjoy whatever I'm doing. So why people are constantly trying to better me, I'm not sure. I enjoy advice and learning from others. But it's hard for me to take when people constantly suggest I do something differently. I don't think striving all the time is the answer to enjoying life. So, hey, maybe I'll just enjoy life for a while. Maybe I don't have to know the next step. I know I've said it before. But somehow, I always keep trying to figure it out. I've never wanted to "make something of myself." I just want to love people and be there for broken people just like Jesus would. I'm still learning a lot about life, but there's more to life than our occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a blog by Donald Miller that said when we meet people, we should ask them what they think is important in life, what they're passionate about, what they love, etc. because people are far more than their occupation. Try this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Lisa. I love Jesus. I love people. I love encouraging people and being there for people. I love hugging people. I genuinely care about people and try to do whatever I can for those going through a hard time. I love blessing people just for the heck of it and doing things to make them smile. I try to be the best friend that I can be. And, by the way, I just happen to work at a gas station. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-4647342199324742531?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/4647342199324742531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=4647342199324742531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4647342199324742531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4647342199324742531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-about-blog.html' title='How about a blog?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-9040205906031550220</id><published>2010-05-15T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:39:38.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Corinne</title><content type='html'>Art &amp;amp; Corinne Johnson have been neighbors of our since we moved into town when I was six-about 16 years. Today, my family and I went to Corinne Johnson's memorial service. She passed away February 13 of this year. Her husband, Art, passed away July 17, 2008. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make it to his memorial service because I was at college. But today, we remembered Corinne. And I was glad I was able to be there. So, I'm sure many of you won't know who they are, but I wanted to take time to write down my fond memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I remember Art &amp;amp; Corinne more as the people who my parents talked to because they were much older. They never wanted proper titles, such as Mr and Mrs, but always just went by Art &amp;amp; Corinne. As I got a little older, we had all these fundraisers for school. Art &amp;amp; Corinne would always support me. It was such a blessing. I remember times where we stood in the backyard and talked as they gardened. They'd ask me about school and life, always caring about even the small details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our street used to exchange Christmas gifts. Art &amp;amp; Corinne would always make Elderberry Jam and send some over with some cream cheese and special home-made bread. Delicious. It's one of those memories of them I'll miss and sometimes at Christmas, I just wish I had some of their Elderberry Jam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation from high school, I went off to college. But when I'd stop over on my breaks, they'd always want to hear about how things were going. If I hadn't seen them in a while, they'd ask for me to come over and see them. At this point they started sharing more of their life, past and present. I love hearing older people speak. They have such a wealth of wisdom and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their one son is a very talented opera singer. I've never been one to much appreciate opera. But I have a specific memory of sitting on the couch with them watching opera Christmas Choirs and such. I wasn't too fond of it, but figured they could use the company. Looking back now, I'm glad I took the time to do it. I don't regret the time spent with them. They were both wonderful people. They lived very full lives. When Art passed away, neither of them were in good health. Here, not even 2 years later, they are both gone. It's sad. And they will definitely be missed. This is my loving memory of Art &amp;amp; Corinne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their daughter so well put it today, may they both rest in the arms of Jesus. My love and prayers are with their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-9040205906031550220?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/9040205906031550220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=9040205906031550220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/9040205906031550220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/9040205906031550220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/05/art-corinne.html' title='Art &amp; Corinne'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6091812275034560447</id><published>2010-05-13T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:16:15.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwave Jesus</title><content type='html'>I struggle to just hang out with Jesus. I'll talk for a while and listen for a while, I'll listen to worship music and journal, and then, I'll think of something on my to-do list and get distracted. Or I'll get bored. Or I'll just not know what to do anymore. Lately I've had this deep craving for quality time with Jesus. A few days ago, I was listening to a sermon by &lt;a href="http://rickrohlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rick Rohlin&lt;/a&gt; in which he was talking about Psalm 23 and he read the verse about Jesus leading us by still waters. And I was just like, I want to hang out with Jesus by still waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sat in Starbucks having a conversation over some tasty coffee with a good friend of mine. I was talking about how it's hard for me to just spend long, quality time with the Lord and I was like, "It's almost like a microwave Jesus." I settle, so often, for something quick and convenient. Well, like microwaved food, microwaved Jesus isn't satisfying or fulfilling either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul longs just to be with Him. I don't want to have an agenda. I don't want to have a time schedule. I  just want to sit with Jesus as He restores my soul. I want to sit at  night on the top of a hill and look over the city lights or stare at the  stars with Jesus. I want to sit by a stream or walk along the beach with  Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6091812275034560447?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6091812275034560447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6091812275034560447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6091812275034560447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6091812275034560447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/05/microwave-jesus.html' title='Microwave Jesus'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-1952781213442993289</id><published>2010-04-22T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:27:47.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[[Touch]]</title><content type='html'>i LOVE hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hugging people that I haven't seen in a while, or people I won't see for a while. I love to give someone a random hug just because I love them. I love hugs when I wake up and hugs before I go to sleep. I'm not sure why. But I think, to a degree, many people crave touch. I say many because I have met people that don't like to be touched. They are not huggers. And they have their different reasons. But I am a hugger, for sure. I think it would be fun to just give people hugs on the street one day. Just like the hugs video. It makes me smile every time I watch it. You should watch it too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think touch can mean so many things. When a small child falls and gets hurt, most times it wants to be held until the stinging stops. When a person just gets bad news, a close friend or spouse will squeeze their hand just to let them know they are there and are going to walk through it with them. A hug can mean a joy to see someone, a comfort in a hurting time, a deep care for someone's life, or just a sign of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working night shifts. So, in an attempt to keep a regular sleep schedule, I have been staying up the nights I don't work also. In the wee hours of the morning, I was realizing how much Jesus loves people, deeply loves them, and I was again reminded of my heart and my love for broken people (and people in general, for that matter). And I started wondering why it is that I like to hug so much. And I started thinking about the various times I was sitting with people who were sharing hurtful experiences or going through hard times. If I'm close enough to them, I normally end up just wrapping my arms around them. And if I'm not that close with the person, everything inside of me just wants to wrap my arms around them. There are just things in life that we don't have answers for. And at that point, I feel like a hug is the most I can do to tell a person that I love them and care about them, even if I don't have words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hugging my family. I love hugging my friends. And I love long hugs-hugs that are more than just a passing by, but a hug that says, "I genuinely value your life." I love having a shoulder to lean on and being a shoulder to lean on. I love a kiss on the cheek or top of the head as a quick sign of affection. I love standing beside family or friends and throwing my arm around them and watching waves on a beach or a sunset-something so simple, yet so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I'm sharing this with you. Maybe just because I think it's important. Very important. Don't forget to take time to show the people in your life that you love them. If you're not a touch person, find another way. But it's important to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loved. I want to love. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S9DND6y8zbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0ohjyhj1zLg/s1600/hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S9DND6y8zbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0ohjyhj1zLg/s400/hug.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dad and I on Easter Sunday, 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-1952781213442993289?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/1952781213442993289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=1952781213442993289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1952781213442993289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1952781213442993289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/04/touch.html' title='[[Touch]]'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S9DND6y8zbI/AAAAAAAAALo/0ohjyhj1zLg/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6783134597578888006</id><published>2010-04-17T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:04:35.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've really enjoyed reading lately, reading the Bible and reading good books. I've been digging into some books that I've wanted to read for a while. I love writing down quotes, pondering things the author has to say, being challenged in my walk with the Lord and being challenged in deeper meanings of life and love and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, I've read "Crazy Love" (Francis Chan), The Shack (W.M. Paul Young), and most recently I'm borrowing "Blue Like Jazz" (Donald Miller) from a good friend of mine. I've thoroughly enjoyed it so far, but haven't quite made it to the half-way point yet. I feel like I'm reading someone's journal. I read Donald Miller's blog from time to time also. I admire that he blogs every day, and while everything he writes doesn't always interest me, I catch a topic every now and then that I read and gain a little nugget from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do is to sit down with a good cup of coffee and my Dad and discuss things we've been reading and things we feel the Lord has been showing us. It's wonderful. I know everyone doesn't consider themselves to be a reader, but find something that is challenging you..whether it be reading, listening to sermons (Judah Smith is one of my favorites), or simply engaging in a thought provoking conversation with someone that will challenge you to move on to greater depths with the Lord and to love people more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S8oGL6JczOI/AAAAAAAAALg/Vt0DIiBgSk8/s1600/Yellow+Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S8oGL6JczOI/AAAAAAAAALg/Vt0DIiBgSk8/s400/Yellow+Flowers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6783134597578888006?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6783134597578888006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6783134597578888006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6783134597578888006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6783134597578888006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/04/sporadic-thoughts.html' title='Sporadic Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S8oGL6JczOI/AAAAAAAAALg/Vt0DIiBgSk8/s72-c/Yellow+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-571063637296164377</id><published>2010-04-01T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:55:45.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING :-)</title><content type='html'>Why, hello there! I really just wanted to write for the sake of writing. I have to say that I am totally enjoying the warm weather. It's 72&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;° and sunny today. It's supposed to be even warmer this weekend. The tree outside my bedroom window has yet to shed some of it's fall leaves, but there are flowers sprouting out front, trying to find their way out into the sunlight. There is a bird chirping outside my window. Today, I drove around town with the windows down, the music cranked, and totally enjoying life. Right now, worship music is playing. Jesus is incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;It's amazing how Spring and growth can have such a deep effect on the human soul that's been under the clouds, wind, and bitter cold of winter. It's life after death. And it's hope after discouragement. At least that's how I see it. I see it as a whole new time to jump into life head-on and jump into Jesus with all that I am. I want to live on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;By the way, if you haven't read it, read "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan. It is, by far, one of the best books I've ever read. It's challenging, hope-inspiring, and so much about God's deep love for us and how we should deeply love others. Read it. Buy it or borrow it, but read it.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Anyway, I hope you are all well. Get a hold of me and let me know if there's anything I can pray for you about. And, I'd love to hear what's going on in your life! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Much love~me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-571063637296164377?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/571063637296164377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=571063637296164377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/571063637296164377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/571063637296164377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='SPRING :-)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-5050108322209848043</id><published>2010-03-15T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:06:01.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times of Refreshing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;This blog has been on my heart for a while, but I haven't blogged in a while. I figured it was about time I do so.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. -Acts 3:19&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I was in Virginia at my best friend's house. I had gone to do two things: 1) To spend time with Jesus, driving, at the prayer house, and alone at Katie's. 2) To spend time with my best friend.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost a lot of passion for living and was just dry. I had read Acts 3:19 in my devotions a few days before I left, and I was like, "Lord, show me what it truly means to be refreshed in You." Well, it started out with me repenting of a lot...realizing that many of the ways I had been acting weren't pleasing to the Lord at all. But after that, I just felt this overwhelming sense of God's love and peace just washing over me. And I can say that while having to deal with things before the Lord wasn't exactly easy, He was so faithful to come and forgive and to totally refresh me and stir up things in my soul again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reading this and going through a really rough time. Maybe you're frustrated, or maybe you've become numb. Or maybe things are going well. But my prayer for you is that you will meet with Jesus and that you will be refreshed by Him. He is so good and so faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S56EMzKYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVfuSZPlils/s1600-h/DSC09727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S56EMzKYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVfuSZPlils/s400/DSC09727.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me at Hector Falls, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My idea of being refreshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-5050108322209848043?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/5050108322209848043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=5050108322209848043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5050108322209848043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5050108322209848043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/03/times-of-refreshing.html' title='Times of Refreshing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S56EMzKYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVfuSZPlils/s72-c/DSC09727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2089806737405815494</id><published>2010-02-28T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:07:13.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfailing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Psalm 33:18--"But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 54:10--"Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;unfailing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the Lord, who has compassion on you."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my best friend and I were praying together and just spent a lot of time thanking the Lord for who He is. And we were reading in the Psalms of God's unfailing love. And it just blows my mind!!!! I think we, in our natural minds, try to compare God's love to the love that we've received from people in our lifetime. And there is absolutely NO comparison! Because people, no matter how hard they try, can never fully love like God can. And while people's love for us can be dependant on circumstances, God's love is UNFAILING. The Bible speaks of it over and over and over again! It's absolutely incredible. Take some time to reflect on God's unfailing love. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2089806737405815494?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2089806737405815494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2089806737405815494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2089806737405815494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2089806737405815494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/02/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6594536394574431772</id><published>2010-02-20T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:33:03.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daring to Dream</title><content type='html'>This is a song I wrote in my time with Jesus while I was in Virginia. It sums up a lot about learning to just follow Jesus and not everyone else. I didn't have a piano near me, so I haven't even started on any music for it, but I wanted to share the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daring to Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could blame it on everyone I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the expectations people put on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could blame it on myself, it's true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the expectations I trapped myself in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pre-chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many have stopped dreaming,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because it's just not realistic?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how many have thrown out,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every vision and desire You've given?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so tired of being bound to the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm throwing off every chain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm breaking free, I want to fly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm daring to dream again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I put You in a box for way too long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Didn't see a way to make it through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Threw out every passion I ever had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To settle for a reality I never wanted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Verse 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead of following You, I followed after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every expectation, wandering aimlessly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I've had way too much of going nowhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm done with every expectation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm trading all I am for all of You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm free....... Daring to dream again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S4CYQQKeRII/AAAAAAAAAJI/E5YXGxy8tqA/s1600-h/100_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S4CYQQKeRII/AAAAAAAAAJI/E5YXGxy8tqA/s400/100_0530.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gorgeous mountains near Winchester, VA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6594536394574431772?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6594536394574431772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6594536394574431772' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6594536394574431772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6594536394574431772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/02/daring-to-dream.html' title='Daring to Dream'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S4CYQQKeRII/AAAAAAAAAJI/E5YXGxy8tqA/s72-c/100_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-701024665024356531</id><published>2010-01-29T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:03:29.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Touch Can Change Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her.    She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. "Who touched me?" Jesus asked. When they all denied it, Peter said, "Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you." But Jesus said, "Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me."    Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. Then he said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace." ~Luke 8:43-48 (NIV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched on part of this scripture when I wrote last week. But it is so incredible. Here is this woman who had been struggling for years. And she didn't spend hours begging Jesus to heal her and He didn't spend hours discussing it with her. It was just her touching Him in faith that healed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple touch can say volumes: it can comfort a small child and relieve their fears, it can reassure someone having a difficult time, it can bring joy, hope, and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many of us, myself included, have gotten into thinking that change and healing are always a huge process. And sometimes they are. But I just wanted to throw out the fact that one touch from Jesus can change EVERYTHING! And so I encourage you to just be with Jesus and let Him touch you. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-701024665024356531?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/701024665024356531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=701024665024356531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/701024665024356531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/701024665024356531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-touch-can-change-everything.html' title='One Touch Can Change Everything'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2923721787826321019</id><published>2010-01-23T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:18:28.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attitude of Expectancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any, came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped. -Luke 8: 43 &amp;amp; 44&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these verses are often used in talking about healing, but that's not quite what I'm thinking about tonight. For a few months now, I've been pondering the idea of expecting God to show up/meet with us/do amazing things. I think it could be easy to get in to a mindset of just going to church or just waking up in the morning with no expectations. But why not expect Him to show up and do incredible things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking tonight about places in the Bible where people were expectant. I was first thinking of John the Baptist. He was preparing the way because He knew Jesus was going to do incredible things. He expected something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Expect= thinking or hoping something [good] will happen&amp;nbsp; (Oxford Dictionary)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered this woman with the issue of blood. What did she have to lose? She'd already been living that way for twelve years. But would she really have tried to get close to Jesus if she didn't expect something to happen? I think this woman was expecting something to change in encountering Jesus. And that makes sense because Jesus changes lives. I guess my question then becomes, are we just going throughout our day as normal or are we living life expecting to meet with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about what God has been doing lately and I'm expecting good things to happen! I'm expecting to meet with Jesus this weekend and to keep meeting with Him and keep seeing His hand move in amazing ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1qGOix-cvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PebHb3LYebw/s1600-h/100_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1qGOix-cvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PebHb3LYebw/s400/100_0219.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;January 2010 out of the back window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2923721787826321019?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2923721787826321019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2923721787826321019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2923721787826321019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2923721787826321019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude-of-expectancy.html' title='An Attitude of Expectancy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1qGOix-cvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PebHb3LYebw/s72-c/100_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2697594766776512804</id><published>2010-01-17T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:00:08.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my incredible best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1PFX_1FWwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lZHUi8EUgb8/s1600-h/12374342018499799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1PFX_1FWwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lZHUi8EUgb8/s400/12374342018499799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;so, i want to take a few minutes to brag on God's crazy goodness. i would like to share a piece of my life-that piece being my best friend. i have three absolutely amazing, really close friends (and many other good friends), but tonight, i'd like to talk about Katie and how awesome Jesus is! &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;Katie and I don't have a normal story...we don't have a normal friendship...and hey, i don't think we're normal. haha. God had to teach us &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; before we could have the incredible friendship we have now. We spent two years frustrated with each other, getting on each other's nerves, driving each other crazy, basically. Things progressively got worse...and worse...and worse. To make a very long story short, we hit a point where we were totally nasty to each other. I mean, NASTY. Had you saw us about a year and a half ago, you would NEVER imagine we could have the friendship that we do now. &lt;b&gt;There is no natural way that our friendship even exists.&lt;/b&gt; We treated each other like crap and both acted in a way that was a far cry from the way Christ would ever treat anyone. We eventually hit a point where Katie was feeling God telling her she needed to step back from me. We spent the summer not talking to each other....and learning...learning many things God had to teach us both about &lt;b&gt;finding everything we are in Him.&lt;/b&gt; It was not easy. But it was necessary.&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;When God redeemed our friendship...yes &lt;b&gt;redeemed&lt;/b&gt;...that's the word I'm using. We used the word restored for quite a while. But restored doeesn't fully explain it. See, to restore something is to make it like new again. To make it was originally. You restore an old car and it looks like it did when it first came out. I don't think our friendship was restored because God did not make our friendship like it once was. It is far better than that. No, God redeemed our friendship.&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;b&gt;Redeem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to save from sin or error, to do something that compensates for poor past behavior or perfromance, to make up for faults&lt;/b&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;God totally saved our friendship and helped us to talk through things, to pray together instead of fight, to love unconditionally...not dependent on any circumstances or situations.... to forgive and not hold offenses. And don't get me wrong, we're still learning. But God is soooooo good.&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;And I wanted to tell you that &lt;b&gt;my best friend is INCREDIBLE!&lt;/b&gt; Do I need her to survive? No. Do I need her to live and function? No. But let me tell you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I value Katie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I value our friendship. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love praying with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love hanging out with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love walking life with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She is so much fun to be with.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She is such an encouragement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She has such a heart for the Lord and people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am completely blessed that she is my friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love sharing with each other about what the Lord is doing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She has tremendous value and God has such an incredible plan for her life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love Katie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thank God for our friendship!&lt;/b&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;Thanks for reading about my incredible best friend and the awesome testimony we have because of what God has done in both of our lives.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.” ~Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2697594766776512804?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2697594766776512804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2697594766776512804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2697594766776512804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2697594766776512804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-incredible-best-friend.html' title='my incredible best friend.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S1PFX_1FWwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lZHUi8EUgb8/s72-c/12374342018499799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2377258230883986609</id><published>2010-01-13T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:06:42.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i dare you to MOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S06JpDYc_CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_nGSJ7RGlM/s1600-h/dare+you+to+move.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S06JpDYc_CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_nGSJ7RGlM/s400/dare+you+to+move.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;my brother, Joe, jumping off our deck into a huge snow pile&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October or November, a friend of mine (I believe it was Hannah) was talking about how she makes goals for each day. It really got me thinking. Especially in my half a month without a job, I needed to have a reason to get up. Before I had to get stuff done, I had to be to work, I had places to go. But with no job, I'm trying to spend the money I have wisely (which most of the time, means not at all). And I've spent a lot of time with my Gram, which I am so grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my last two blogs, you can see how I am learning about how I need to care more for others. I had a friend who used to tell me that there was always someone worse off than her. At the time, it drove me nuts. But there is some truth to it. And it's always miserable for anyone to get caught up in their own problems. I find the best way out of that is always to help someone else or encourage someone else. And so, I think back to the words of my friend, setting a goal for each day. And so my goal has been to encourage someone, in some way, each day. I've never been incredible at setting New Year's goals. But I want this to be a life goal of mine and we'll see where it takes me. But I want to constantly be investing in to other people's lives, praying for people, and encouraging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one to watch the news (and I can't guarantee that's going to change), but lately my heart has really gone out to the people in Haiti. And I haven't wanted to watch or listen to the news because I often find it terribly depressing. And I don't see how constantly flooding my thoughts with negative things could be productive. In fact, the Bible speaks of thinking on positive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4: 8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; noble, whatever things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; just, whatever things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; pure, whatever things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; lovely, whatever things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; of good report, if &lt;i&gt;there is&lt;/i&gt; any virtue and if &lt;i&gt;there is&lt;/i&gt; anything praiseworthy--meditate on these things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;b&gt;I believe God's heart is totally for people&lt;/b&gt;. And so, I have been watching a lot on Haiti and praying for the people there and their families. I do care about people's lives that are in the news. So, this is my challenge to you, whoever you may be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare you to MOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move and do something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do something good for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2377258230883986609?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2377258230883986609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2377258230883986609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2377258230883986609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2377258230883986609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dare-you-to-move.html' title='i dare you to MOVE.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/S06JpDYc_CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_nGSJ7RGlM/s72-c/dare+you+to+move.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-3754635389629829541</id><published>2009-12-30T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:32:15.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My support when I fall</title><content type='html'>I spent hours beating myself up, guilt overwhelming me. And then this song plays, encompassing the lyrics, &lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;His blood commands my guilt to leave." (Jimmy Needham, "Forgiven and Loved")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; I was called to the company office. On the way to the office and back home, I was listening to &lt;b&gt;"Embrace" by Jake Hamilton. The lyrics filled my car saying, "it's all gonna be ok." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;And I knew that whether I came out with a job or not, God is still God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;As it happened...because of a poor decision on my part, I was terminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Now I know that I made a mistake, but I also know that God is still God. I apologized to the company. I apologized to the Lord....oh how many times. Yet, He is good and He forgives. The next morning, an older song played through my ipod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And even when your hope is gone, move along, move along just to make it through." (AAR, Move Along)&lt;/b&gt; Despite my fall, God can change it around for His good. I'm not sure how yet, but I know He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in a pit created by my own hands. And a hand reached out and grabbed mine. Who's hand was that? Well, first of all, the Lord. &lt;b&gt;Even when I fail, He never fails me. He is ever faithful. And He graciously pulls me up when I fall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me take a moment to brag on my family and close friends and the hand they offered me. See.....they're incredible. My family has it's disagreements like any. But I have been blessed with an extraordinary family. Instead of condemning me (like I did to myself the first night), they loved me, hugged me, offered hope, encouragement, and prayers. Never did they speak of the idiot I was. They just showered me in the most unconditional love and support. And I thank God for my family and how incredible they've been in this difficult time. To any of my family reading this: thank you. It means more than you'll ever probably know. And specifically to Gram (Hanson): staying with you and having a safe haven has been such a shelter in one of the storms of life and I appreciate your encouragement and never even thinking about putting me down in any way. I love that we can laugh together and forget about the worries of the world. I appreciate your love and I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple close friends that were also incredible. One offered to let me talk and let me vent and yet was encouraging and has been ever since...giving me pieces of hopeful scripture and quotes and praying for me. Thank you, Krista. The other called me and very passionately told me about how God still had plans for me and that I wasn't a big screw-up and that God offers grace and forgiveness. I needed it. Had you seen it from the outside, you would've seen my best friend yelling at me. Honestly, I don't think I would've listened any other way. My mind was going a thousand directions and I needed the firmness, knowing she loves me. Thank you, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my parents and brothers who wrapped me in their arms the moment I walked in the door returning from the company office, thank you, thank you, thank you. And thank you for your support of my choice to be honest despite my failure. I appreciate your support so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a new day, soon to be a new year, and we'll see what God has in store next. I very much appreciate your prayers in this season of my life. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-3754635389629829541?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/3754635389629829541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=3754635389629829541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3754635389629829541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3754635389629829541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-support-when-i-fall.html' title='My support when I fall'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-4884805901525777856</id><published>2009-12-23T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:35:54.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A novel concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A couple weeks ago I think I had a deep revelation. And it hit me really hard. Tears began to well up in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt; But I'll come back to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a month ago, I felt like I was supposed to make a lifetime commitment to a couple of my close friends. It was a scary thing for me to do in one sense because I've had a lot of really poor relationships that were not healthy and did not end well, but I felt God leading me to do it and decided to trust Him. I had felt the Lord leading me to read about Jonathan and David. And so I felt him leading me to physically exchange something with these friends. The idea came from the following passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Samuel 18: 3 &amp;amp; 4--Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul. And Jonathan stripped himself of the robe that was upon him and gave it to David, and his garments, even to his sword, and to his bow, and to his girdle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was writing a note to one of them and talking about committing to them for life when it occured to me that I haven't fought with my friends in over a year. Now, to whoever you are reading this, you may be thinking that a year isn't a significant amount of time, but before that my friends and I were having fights like once a week. I'm thankful for the place those friends played in my life, the ways God used them to touch my heart, and what I've learned from them. But they weren't healthy relationships. I'd end up crying myself to sleep many nights, I felt like they didn't understand my heart, I felt like they degraded me at times, and the relationships were built on all the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year and a half I've developed healthy friendships with people who are willing to forgive and work through things instead of fighting. In no way am I saying that friendships aren't work, but the night I was writing this note, it occurred to me: FRIENDSHIPS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HARD. I think that high school drama and college drama and the way society portrays every tv show and movie have had a huge influence on me believing that friendships are constantly hard. Every friendship has it's ups and downs, but I believe committing to pray with people, be honest, and yet speak in love and re-inforcing unconditional love makes for a stronger relationship. So instead of waiting for a friendship to fail since all the others have, I should just keep doing those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a novel concept, but I don't think friendships are supposed to be hard. I think they were designed to be supportive of one another, walk in the things of the Lord together, and just have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-4884805901525777856?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/4884805901525777856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=4884805901525777856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4884805901525777856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4884805901525777856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/12/novel-concept.html' title='A novel concept'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-1116005210422144817</id><published>2009-12-06T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:55:53.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>Tonight my family and I went to Olmstead Manor (Ludlow, PA) to see it all decorated for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.olmstedmanor.org/"&gt;http://www.olmstedmanor.org&lt;/a&gt; It was so pretty! I love lights, and I especially love them at night time. After going to Olmstead, we just drove around looking at the pretty lights. There’s something about peace during Christmas. It has become commercialized and just a busy time where people just want it to be over before it even starts. But I love Christmas and just the peace I feel during it. I think I love everything about it. I love the decorations. I love the smells. I love the music. And at Christmas time, I don’t mind the snow. [See, here’s the thing about snow. I love the crunch under my feet, but I hate the ice. I love it when snow lays it’s beautiful blanket on everything making it gorgeous. I just don’t like the ice and the blowing cold that leaves my face feel like it will fall off at any moment. I could think of a few friends right now that I would love to go for a walk with and smell the woodsmoke and that cool, crisp, fresh smell. So, maybe I don’t hate snow. I just hate the bitter cold.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to Christmas. It just makes me happy. I love warm fuzzy things and curling up with my family. I love cocoa in front of the woodstove. Of course, at my house, most activities are done in front of the woodstove because the rest of the house is so cold. But I guess it brings the family together. :-) And I love Christmas foods. I love making out Christmas cards and buying gifts. I’ve always loved buying gifts, but I think I love it more now than I did when I was younger. I love gifts....heart-felt ones the most, but I find such a pleasure in shopping for others and trying to make them feel special. Christmas just makes me happy.If you live in the area, I’d encourage you to go see Olmstead Manor next Weekend. It’s open from 4-8 next Sunday. It’s just a great time to reflect on important things such as friends and family and what life is all about. And I have to say that looking back on the year this year, I just have to say that Jesus is so faithful and He has changed my life and He is the true reason for the season and for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;~Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8iYLxkFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nuhqB0e-IIo/s1600-h/14242_197889592421_504622421_3006988_2224555_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8iYLxkFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nuhqB0e-IIo/s320/14242_197889592421_504622421_3006988_2224555_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8btlOo-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oPpe7Z7ryRk/s1600-h/14242_197879917421_504622421_3006873_783040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8btlOo-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oPpe7Z7ryRk/s320/14242_197879917421_504622421_3006873_783040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8d3z5vMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X41Vs_fqZWY/s1600-h/14242_197881822421_504622421_3006880_4770580_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8d3z5vMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X41Vs_fqZWY/s320/14242_197881822421_504622421_3006880_4770580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8gjdRKyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gojoNcC0KnI/s1600-h/14242_197884317421_504622421_3006953_4545596_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8gjdRKyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gojoNcC0KnI/s320/14242_197884317421_504622421_3006953_4545596_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-1116005210422144817?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/1116005210422144817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=1116005210422144817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1116005210422144817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1116005210422144817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season.html' title='The Christmas Season'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/Sxx8iYLxkFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nuhqB0e-IIo/s72-c/14242_197889592421_504622421_3006988_2224555_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-3614958727566388567</id><published>2009-12-02T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:05:21.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the Lost</title><content type='html'>Last week, I felt like God put it on my heart to encourage a specific group of people-those who have family and close friends who were once walking with the Lord and have walked another direction. I feel like God’s saying not to lose hope. For those of you who have been earnestly praying and feeling like nothing is changing, don’t give up! It’s not the end and God is not done moving! It can be hard, and it may feel like you are climbing up a mountain on your knees grasping for any sense of hope. It may be a long journey ahead, and there may be a rough path to travel, but I say to you: do not give up praying for those you love who have wandered away from the call of God on their lives. For those of you who feel there is nothing more you can do, I again say, pray. We can’t always see what God is doing, but I felt God told me to encourage you to not lose hope. Get on your knees, get on your face, whatever it takes, and keep praying. While the road may be difficult, God is our strength. Keep praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-3614958727566388567?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/3614958727566388567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=3614958727566388567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3614958727566388567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3614958727566388567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope-for-lost.html' title='Hope for the Lost'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-3790638371088860925</id><published>2009-12-01T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:34:52.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Jesus</title><content type='html'>Many of your know that my back was in killer pain all last week. It got a little better and then it got a lot worse. I still don’t know what the cause of it was, but I became very close friends with the chiropractor, tylenol, and ibuprofen. And icy hot was there alongside. By Friday, I was in so much pain that I was messing things up at work and had a small accident. All the while, I wasn’t making time to spend with Jesus. I believed He could heal me and was faithful, but was relying on everyone else just to pray me through and then getting upset for those prayers not appearing to do anything. I literally had people from all over praying. It gave me a whole new appreciation for those who live in pain all the time, and how aggravated they must become with those who are always praying for them and saying things will change and they don’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I came home, stumbled in the door, barely able to move without being in extreme pain. My parents prayed with me and I just began to cry. I went to bed and just cried and cried. I don’t ever remember being in that much pain and on top of the pain I messed up all this stuff at work. It was awful. And I, through choking on my tears, began to cry out to God. I called off work the next day and slept until after noon (making up sleep I’d lost in pain). I had an emergency visit to the chiropractor that afternoon. But then as the afternoon went on, I realized something....I was only in pain like 5% of the time. I don’t think God was being cruel to me. I think He was showing me that I couldn’t do it on my own.....that I needed Him. Sunday morning, I was able to bend over and pick up my shoes to put on. It was SUCH an accomplishment. I had trouble even bending an inch forward all week, and then Jesus intervenes and heals me and I had almost forgot what it was like just to live life and pick up things and get in my car without pain. But God is so good. He healed me and then He was healing people at Higher Calling last night. He is just AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for the week: Time with Jesus is essential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-3790638371088860925?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/3790638371088860925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=3790638371088860925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3790638371088860925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/3790638371088860925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-jesus.html' title='I need Jesus'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6836288090409720304</id><published>2009-11-23T02:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:03:30.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Within the last 24 hours my lower back has been in killer pain. I’ve been sitting around all day because moving, walking, and stairs hurt a lot. Showering and a good phone conversation were the most productive things I did today. I think I’m one of those people that is always looking for new and good music. And since I’ve been sitting here, I thought I’d take advantage of the fact that I have nothing better to do with my time. I don’t know where you (whoever you are that are reading this) stand on listening to secular music, but I’m all for it. And I believe God even shows me things while listening to secular music. I love music with a good message and good music, and I don’t find that in Christian music as often as I’d like. Don’t misunderstand me, I listen to worship music and Christian music a lot too. I love driving with worship music turned on and just having a good time with Jesus. But I also listen to secular songs too. I don’t listen to the junk I used to back in high school, but I do listen to secular music quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With that said, I’ve been thoroughly disappointed in my music searches tonight. This is probably going to sound very opinionated. I’m told I become opinionated when I’m passionate about things. And yet, I don’t want to sugar-coat what I’m seeing either. Feel free to leave me comments. I have found, and probably have known this for years, that a lot of secular music is more encouraging than Christian music. I don’t consider myself an extraordinary musician, but nonetheless, I consider myself a musician, and Christian music just lacks so much musically. It’s the same chords, the same styles, over and over again-not much that moves the soul. Every now and then there is a new set of lyrics that changes up the typical, but I expect more out of Christian bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the music itself isn’t what was so disappointing to me tonight. The most discouraging thing about searching for good music tonight was that I found that secular music is offering more encouragement and hope in their lyrics than most of the “Christian” music that is out there. I find it so sad. Really. There are so many Christians that write about the people that bring them down and how hard life is and how bad things are. And I don’t want anyone to pretend to be ok when they’re not, but seriously, we have HOPE in Jesus. Why is it that more secular artists are writing encouraging lyrics, talking about real love, forgiveness, truth, honesty, hope, living life to the fullest, and having a reason to live? For those artists who claim to be Christians and have nothing more to offer than bitterness and discouragement, why don’t you take off the Christian label? I give so much credit to those Christian artists that keep returning to Jesus in their lyrics and offering &lt;i&gt;the truth, the hope, the love, and the reason to live&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6836288090409720304?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6836288090409720304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6836288090409720304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6836288090409720304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6836288090409720304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-1009507100113544885</id><published>2009-11-20T01:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:29:33.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If hurt people hurt people, do whole people make whole people?</title><content type='html'>So, I’ve been taught for quite some time that hurt people hurt people (meaning that when is a person is hurting, they are very likely to hurt those around them because of it). I’ve seen it to be true time and time again, and have probably been guilty of it myself at various times. So my question then becomes, if hurt people hurt people, do whole people make other whole people? In thinking about it for a while, I believe I’ve come to two answers to the question, and the answer depends on the response of the person. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person is whole, complete in Jesus, and confident of who they are in Him, they tend to build others up around them. While everyone has their faults, I see a “whole” or “complete” person as one who is satisfied in the Lord, healed from any past wounds, and can see themselves as God sees them. When a person is complete in Jesus, they don’t need to put others down to build themselves up because they know who they are. So, the people that are whole tend to be encouraging, and try to draw the best out of those that they are around. They help others walk through their weaknesses, and encourage their strong points. I believe that once a person has become complete in Jesus, they then point others to Jesus, knowing He is the only way to be whole. So, my first thought was that yes, whole people do help create whole people by building them up and pointing them to Jesus. If the person chooses to lay their life out before the Lord, He can heal them and make them whole. No matter what has happened in a person’s life, God can restore lives. But in sharing my thoughts with a close friend, she also pointed out that if a person does not want to change or does not want help, it doesn’t matter how much they are built up, they will still remain where they are and not find healing and wholeness in the Lord. There are definitely keys that the Bible teaches on that are part of the healing process in a person’s life, like forgiveness, for example. But giving Jesus your life (everything-holding nothing back and listening to what God’s telling you to do) can take a broken and hurt person and make them whole in Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the title of this blog is a question. I’d love your input if you’re reading this. It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately. And it makes me wonder: if I am complete in Jesus, am I building up and encouraging? And it makes me ask, also, if you’re not whole in Jesus, are you willing to lay everything out there and place your life in His hands to have the pain healed and your life restored?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-1009507100113544885?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/1009507100113544885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=1009507100113544885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1009507100113544885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1009507100113544885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-hurt-people-hurt-people-do-whole.html' title='If hurt people hurt people, do whole people make whole people?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2023997442756366291</id><published>2009-11-16T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:26:07.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of Blogging</title><content type='html'>Just for the sake of Blogging&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I normally blog with a purpose. I have a topic in my head before I start and try to stay short and to the point, so you, whoever you are, can read it without feeling overwhelmed by the content length. And so, tonight, I blog just for the sake of blogging. I came with a blank slate, and nothing to start with, and will go from there. Maybe I’ll ramble, but I’ll still try to keep it short and not to a point. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love watching what God’s been doing at IHOP lately. I’ve been putting it on when I’m home.&lt;a href="http://www.ihop.org/Groups/1000051963/International_House_of/Events/Weekends_IHOP_KC/Weekend_Services/FSM_Stream/FSM_Stream.aspx?redirected=1"&gt;http://www.ihop.org/Groups/1000051963/International_House_of/Events/Weekends_IHOP_KC/Weekend_Services/FSM_Stream/FSM_Stream.aspx?redirected=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good. And while my heart yearns to be with my church family and see first-hand what God is doing there, work limits that a little more than I'd like. But nonetheless, God is REALLY, REALLY GOOD! And I do have off next Sunday. :-) Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I love Kutless' new CD! After listening to songs on youtube, I broke down and bought the CD tonight. Listening to their interviews about the CD, their heart for the Lord is so evident. So many Christian bands have come to barely even mention the name of Jesus and it's so encouraging to see a band still whole-heartedly after Jesus. If you haven't checked it out, I highly urge you to do so. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kutless"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/kutless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is me writing for a completely random....nope not even a real reason. Life is Good. GOD IS AMAZING and FAITHFUL! And I hope you are all doing well. Take time to just sit with Jesus and be with Him. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2023997442756366291?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2023997442756366291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2023997442756366291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2023997442756366291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2023997442756366291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='Just for the sake of Blogging'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2065134575013623441</id><published>2009-11-11T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:58:01.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The value of an individual</title><content type='html'>So, lately God has been showing me a lot about the value of a person. Whether you are in the worst position of your life and feeling completely worthless or are in the best place ever, this could be a good reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who is caught in a world of sin right now, not walking with God, with no money, and no family, living out on the street has JUST AS MUCH VALUE as the person walking in great relationship with the Lord, doing everything right in their life, with all the wisdom, knowledge, and finances imaginable. That blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hand-crafted you. It wasn't an accident that you are on earth. He fearfully and wonderfully made you (Psalm 139:13). He has a purpose for your life (Jeremiah 29:11). He sent his only son, Jesus, to die on the cross for you because He loves you and you are worth something to Him. And so if you are in the best place ever with Jesus, let me just remind you that you have so much value and worth. Keep seeking the Lord for the things He has for you. And if you are in the worst place ever with the Lord and having a really hard time or are caught in sin, let me especially remind you: you have so much worth and value in God's eyes. You are wanted, not rejected. You are loved unconditionally, not despised. God has plans for your life. You mean so much to Him! And He wants to do amazing things in your life and through your life. &lt;b&gt;And even if you have messed up everything and found yourself flat on your face on the floor, God still values you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this speaks to some of your lives in great ways because &lt;b&gt;God's love is sooooo incredible&lt;/b&gt;! Keep seeking Jesus. If any of you want me to pray for you, I'd be more than willing. My email is lhanson09@gmail.com if you want to get in touch or share anything God is showing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love~&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2065134575013623441?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2065134575013623441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2065134575013623441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2065134575013623441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2065134575013623441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/11/value-of-individual.html' title='The value of an individual'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-1653780105777382106</id><published>2009-10-28T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:13:40.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Incredible Friend</title><content type='html'>First of all, let me preface this piece of writing by saying that this may be a little longer than most blogs I write. I have so much on my heart that I want to share. I've been wanting to write about friendship for a while and I don't think I could properly express any ideas on friendship without talking about the best friend anyone could ever have. That best friend being Jesus. I haven't been around forever, but I've had my fair share of friendships. But the best of the best is no comparison to the friend I've found in Jesus. Because even the best friends are not always with you or there when you need it, they don't always know your inner-most thoughts, and they can't always understand what your heart feels and your deepest desires. But &lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt;, He knows it all, He understands, and He is &lt;b&gt;always, always there&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;always, always faithful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;**FOR I KNOW YOU ARE FAITHFUL, MY GOD.**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Jesus Culture, He is Faithful, Consumed Album)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I have to tell you about my awesome friend, Jesus. He makes everything so &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; sometimes. The past few days I got to spend with one of the best friends I've ever had. Krista was in PA with a mission organization and she came up to spend a couple days with me. And yesterday and today, we went adventuring out in the woods and hiking. At one point the ground fell out under my one foot. I was leaning to take a picture and next thing I knew, my leg was in a hole half a foot above my knee. So, Krista held my phone\camera while I pulled up a completely soaked, very cold, muddy foot and shoe. The bottom of my jeans were soaked. And I had to laugh. I used to get upset about things like that, and instead I just decided to enjoy the rest of the day. I spent half the day walking in the woods in my bare feet. (I can't do one shoe on and one shoe off and it was easier to walk barefoot than to carry around the 20 pound shoe. haha.) And we never found the falls we were looking for, but we found some cool spots out in the middle of no where in the woods. But I couldn't have come up with a more perfect day. Thank You, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, Krista and I headed out in to the woods for another hike to cool little waterfall. It was great. We hiked about a mile through the crunchy leaves, just enjoying each other's company, the smell of the woods, the sunlight, and talking of the awesome things we've seen God doing lately. The waterfall was really pretty. It came off a really tall rock, so I actually was able to walk to the top of the waterfall. (I took my shoes off this time, no more ruining sneakers.) But at the top of the waterfall it's only a couple inches deep. Cool experience. Another great day. I didn't realize how much I missed being out in the woods. After I played in the waterfall some, we laid down beside each other on a rock by the waterfall and prayed together, with the sound of the running water in the background. A friend of mine always says he's surrounded by the best of the best people. And I feel the same about my own life. I look at the close friends I have and couldn't imagine any better. I love having friends I can pray with. It's AMAZING! On the way back up, we stopped to catch our breath (we didn't realize it was all uphill on the way out..haha.). Back in the middle of the woods, all we could hear was the wind blowing through the trees. So quiet. So peaceful. So amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, Krista and I get back in to town and take some pictures on the tracks. I reached in my back pocket to get my wallet out so we could go get dinner and.....my wallet wasn't there! Uh-oh! We re-checked and re-checked by the tracks with no prevail. So Mom and Krista headed to get dinner, and I went back and checked again. Still nothing. At this point, I remind myself that God has never failed me, and remind Him that He has been faithful in the past and I believe He won't fail me now. At this point, I also texted about 8 close friends and asked them to pray. One, in particular, texted me back a short prayer asking for peace and protection over my wallet and that I'd trust God with my finances. And I was so at peace. I wasn't really worried. So, we take Krista to the airport and come back. When Dad gets home from work, I told him I lost my wallet. And as I'm telling me, it was just like God just dropped it into my head and I looked at Dad and said "I know where it is." So, we took his truck and traveled way back in the woods. We drove as far as possible, and then half ran to the spot. See, when looking at the waterfall I climbed up a huge rock to get a different view. Once to the top, I realized the leaves were too slippery and the rock was too steep I couldn't walk back down, so I slid down the leaves on my butt. Lo and behold, there is my wallet as we get there, laying completely undisturbed. We made it back out of the woods just as it was starting to get really dark. &lt;b&gt;PRAISE GOD!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me say one more thing as far as friendships go, find friends you can trust, and share your heart with, and who will encourage you in your God-give dreams and visions. Find friends you can pray with in good times and in bad. Forgive now...not later, but now. And learn how to really love (like 1 Corinthians 13 love). And if any of you are struggling with current friendships, I know a four part sermon series that could change your life. I know it did mine. Let me know if you're interested for yourself or anyone else. (It's totally free too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed hearing about my Incredible Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-1653780105777382106?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/1653780105777382106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=1653780105777382106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1653780105777382106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/1653780105777382106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/10/incredible-friend.html' title='An Incredible Friend'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-7060783342526286176</id><published>2009-10-18T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:20:20.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why is it that we seem to be afraid of silence? I think there is something so valuable in sitting in silence before the Lord. I live a life that says pretty much the opposite. I’m surrounded by noise all day every day. At both jobs I’ve been working, there is so much noise. 98% of the time I’m driving, the radio or ipod is playing. When I get home I talk with my family. There’s not a silence in my life. But I can say that something in my heart and soul begins to churn when I’m in a worship service and everything just comes to a screeching halt and we find ourselves in dead silence, where every breath seems to be heard. It’s like this fire that starts to burn inside of me that desires Jesus more than anything else on earth. And yet, these times, where everyone is silent, are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don’t want to sound judgmental of anyone at all, but during those times where things in Jesus’ presence seem so intense, someone always jumps up and has to say something. And many times, I believe it’s because the people in the room are taking the time to be silent before Him and hearing from Him. Yet, I also believe other times are a result of an insecurity and maybe even a feeling of nakedness before a Holy God. But part of me longs to sit with a group of believers and be still before the Lord and just see what happens. I honestly believe that His presence changes things. I don’t think there always has to be an extensive sermon\teaching. In fact, I’d love to have various Sundays throughout the year where a sermon is never spoken, and worship is just a simple guitar or piano playing lightly here and there. In some ways it sounds like they would be so awkward, yet in other ways, I can’t imagine anything more satisfying than just sitting with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think there’s pressure to have a service every Sunday where we have a time of worship, a good ol’ sermon, and go home. And I don’t know about you, but that is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; what I want. I want to encounter the living God. His words are more valuable than anything anyone may speak. I don’t want to start rambling, but these are some things that have been on my heart lately. I don’t want to play church. I don’t want to have things in such an order that leave God no room to move. But, more than anything, I want to live in His presence. It won’t always be quiet. Passionate worship can be anything but quiet at times. But I don’t want to neglect the times of pure silence with Jesus. It has a value beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-7060783342526286176?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/7060783342526286176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=7060783342526286176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7060783342526286176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7060783342526286176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6507164795723463189</id><published>2009-10-10T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:05:39.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And I’m amazed by You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause You’re never far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all that I’ve been through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love has never changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Seventh Day Slumber (“Oceans from the Rain”)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my life has been pretty crazy lately. Last week was eat, sleep, shower, drive, work, repeat. This week was basically the same, minus 4 hours I’ve had to myself. I’ve been working two jobs and have literally not had a life. Yet, there are a few moments where I sit down (mostly lately when I’m driving between Kane and Warren, from one job to another) and put on some worship music and am just still in awe of Jesus. Those lyrics above really stuck out to me tonight. This is not a blog of some great revelation I want to share. I haven’t had a lot of time for relationships lately. The best relationship I’ve had lately is with Titus. &lt;i&gt;That’s my car’s name for those of you who don’t know. If you want to know the story behind the name, just ask. It’s a good story.&lt;/i&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more one of those hi to all of any of you who actually read my blog. I hope things are well in your lives. And this is just a little brag on this awesome friend I have named Jesus. Because He never ceases to amaze me. In the little things. In the big things. I had a couple rough moments this week. Not awful, just struggles here and there. But that whole “Your love has never changed” is SO, SO TRUE. And I can say he’s been there through it all and I am amazed by Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus. Period. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6507164795723463189?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6507164795723463189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6507164795723463189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6507164795723463189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6507164795723463189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-update_8299.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-8867189805881712267</id><published>2009-10-04T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:00:03.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passionate Life</title><content type='html'>Mat 22:37-28 (NIV) -&amp;nbsp;Jesus said to him, "'You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind". This is the first and greatest commandment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, I stopped by the Kinzua Dam on the way home from work. I sat down by the water and recommitted my life to the Lord. It's not that I had been walking away from the Lord or doing something horribly wrong, but I recommitted to living passionately for the Lord. That night I went to bed and had a dream. It was a crazy dream with just about everyone I'd ever known in it, but in the midst of that, I felt like God was showing me that verse in Matthew (that I listed above). When I woke up the next morning, I felt like God was telling me that I can not follow that commandment if I'm apathetic. To love God with &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of your heart, soul, and mind, it requires your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy in my life, so I haven't been able to write as often as I'd like, but I hope you are all doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love~&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-8867189805881712267?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/8867189805881712267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=8867189805881712267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8867189805881712267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8867189805881712267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/10/passionate-life.html' title='A Passionate Life'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6481908088249825216</id><published>2009-09-21T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:47:25.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/SrfmLIqZtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sXrJIYS17N8/s1600-h/8824_140858717421_504622421_2538978_5434791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/SrfmLIqZtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sXrJIYS17N8/s400/8824_140858717421_504622421_2538978_5434791_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, this morning I was driving out to my grandparents for breakfast.And the leaves are starting to turn beautiful colors. They’re just starting to turn, so much of the drive is still mostly green, but then I capture a view of a tree turning this beautiful shade of color I feel as if I’ve never seen before. And the thing that kept running through my head this morning is that God is the most incredible painter. No one can create colors and scenery like He can. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While disappointed that summer wasn’t really a summer at all, I absolutely love fall. I love the smells, the colors, the foods, and the way the sunshine makes everything look even more brilliant. And sometimes I can’t help but just think how incredible God really is. And that makes me so happy. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6481908088249825216?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6481908088249825216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6481908088249825216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6481908088249825216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6481908088249825216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-happy-fall.html' title='Oh happy fall!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/SrfmLIqZtmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sXrJIYS17N8/s72-c/8824_140858717421_504622421_2538978_5434791_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-7543603536420853739</id><published>2009-09-16T15:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:37:29.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He is jealous for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jeffparshall"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to "Where is Your Heart" by Jeff Parshall. Listen here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.myspace.com/jeffparshall%20"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jeffparshall"&gt;www.myspace.com/jeffparshall&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.myspace.com/jeffparshall%20"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine recently said that it was like God was telling us we were part time lovers (like the Stevie Wonder song). She said that we sing about giving God our lives, but we only give Him certain parts. Other parts of our lives, we hold back and won’t let go of. This morning I read a blog from a girl I went to school with and she was saying she felt God telling her He didn’t want her words, but her heart. The two people I’m talking about live miles away and probably don’t even know each other, but God seems to be speaking the same thing-a call for His people to return to Him--wholeheartedly. And I love it when God seems to have repeating themes all over the place with people who aren’t even connected. i think it’s so amazing! But at the same time, when God is repeating the same thing to multiple people, it’s something to take notice of. The time is now...time to let go of everything and offer our entire lives to the Lord. It’s beyond my comprehension what God could do with any group who share in a heart that is completely in love with Jesus and completely surrendered to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, someone had me listen to a Judah Smith sermon that seems to change a piece of my life every single time I listen to it. It was designed to be a new year’s sermon, but can be taken for any season of life. It’s not long, and so I challenge you to take the time to listen to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://generationchurch.org/audio"&gt;http://generationchurch.org/audio&lt;/a&gt; Scroll to the bottom of the page and keep clicking older messages until you reach January 3, 2007. The sermon is called “A Blank Canvas.” (If you’re one of those people who travel a lot, it’s a great listen in the car. I’ve done it many times.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-7543603536420853739?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/7543603536420853739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=7543603536420853739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7543603536420853739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7543603536420853739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-is-jealous-for-me.html' title='He is jealous for me'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-4361224577235452298</id><published>2009-09-14T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:53:05.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All For His Glory</title><content type='html'>Right now I have so many jumbled thoughts. I don’t even know where to start.I’ve been wondering today.....at what cost will I follow the Lord? Because I’ve found that wandering off on my own isn’t a wise choice. And I’ve found that the most logical way isn’t always the path God desires for me to choose. And even though there are a lot of uncertainties in my life right now, I know that I know that I know that God is faithful and I ask Him to direct my steps. Tonight I had the privilege of sitting with some of the most amazing people and just soaking in God’s presence. And can I just say?....there is NOTHING like God’s presence! It’s so refreshing..and so everything I need...just sitting and being with Him. And I enjoy times of just silence.I think our lives get so busy. And I LOVE music. But I love just sitting in silence in God’s presence...especially when worship has been amazing..and then it’s just quiet. And all that matters is Jesus. And He fills this deep well inside my soul. And I’ve found that in the midst of His presence and totally trusting Him, everything seems to fade away and His peace can be so overwhelming.Maybe I’m just falling in love all over again. But tonight I feel overwhelmed with God’s love and how amazing He is.I’m excited to see what He does in my life and the lives of those around me, and I’m excited at what I see Him doing right now.There’s many things I’ve wanted to write about and share my heart about, but tonight, let me just say that Jesus is absolutely amazing. He is so good and so faithful. And He is my reason for living and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are doing well, and would love to hear from you. I’d love to pray with any of those of you who are struggling. I’d love to meet you for coffee (or you can drink something else if you’re not a coffee addict like myself). Get a hold of me. Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-4361224577235452298?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/4361224577235452298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=4361224577235452298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4361224577235452298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4361224577235452298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-for-his-glory.html' title='All For His Glory'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-5805380173859704446</id><published>2009-09-03T01:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:34:54.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing hands for a broken heart</title><content type='html'>The other night I was thinking a lot about how broken the human heart can be. I’ve had my fair share of broken and lost relationships. I’ve been deeply hurt within myself. And I’ve been told the famous, “Time heals all wounds.” But when deeply wounded, I don’t believe time fixes anything. It may not be as hard to deal with, but this week, I’ve been remembering times of deep brokenness and hurt. And it wasn’t time that made things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears fell in to a puddle below me....when I could not catch my breath because everything in my heart ached and doubted it’s ability to move on...it was not time that helped me carry on. I honestly feel as if time with Jesus heals all wounds. When the world crashes around me, the only comfort I find is laying in His presence. Because it is only His hand that can heal my heart. It is only His touch that can restore my soul. It is only His life that breathes life in to me. No person has always been there, despite a few very appreciated true friends. No answer always rings true, but the truth that I find in Jesus. And when all I am has been crushed, just being with Jesus gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way I know how to describe it is that Jesus has healing hands that are the only thing capable of healing a broken heart or a broken life. It is His hands that mend together pieces shattered on the floor. It is his hand placed upon a heart and a life that becomes a soothing balm to a wound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-5805380173859704446?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/5805380173859704446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=5805380173859704446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5805380173859704446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/5805380173859704446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/09/healing-hands-for-broken-heart.html' title='Healing hands for a broken heart'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2093014199749632006</id><published>2009-08-31T11:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:33:44.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down...Jesus is up ahead</title><content type='html'>So, maybe I’ll write more. I’ve come to really enjoy writing. I enjoy sharing things God is teaching me or has taught me. And I hope He ministers to you as you read my blogs. Feel free to write to me or share thoughts back. I enjoy hearing from you. Yesterday afternoon, it was kind of rainy. I put on some acoustic music and a candle and was just relaxing. It felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not always the most disciplined person, although I am getting better. But I want to make a note today, how starting your day with the Lord makes all the difference. I know everyone has jobs, or school, or homework, or sports, or other activities. And I’ve had those days where I don’t see a possible way to sit down and make time with the Lord. But I’m learning that it’s impossible not to. On the craziest days (and every day), I’ve found that if I make that time to slow down and meet with Jesus, everything else seems to fall in to place. Magically, all the work that seems overwhelming doesn’t seem so bad, and Jesus is a great guy to do your work with ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people, myself included, just rush through our days much of the time. We don’t take time to “stop and smell the flowers.” And it’s like we’re flying down this road, not paying attention to anything and we miss the whole “Slow down...Jesus is up ahead.” So we go flying by, only to realize a few days down the road, that we completely missed Him and never connected with Jesus. My challenge to myself, and to any of you who have sat down to read this is to make that time every morning to start your day with the Lord. It’ll change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2093014199749632006?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2093014199749632006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2093014199749632006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2093014199749632006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2093014199749632006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow-downjesus-is-up-ahead.html' title='Slow down...Jesus is up ahead'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6318562247288086192</id><published>2009-08-25T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:43:55.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant Christianity</title><content type='html'>Mental Picture-- Imagine you are standing on the edge of a stagnant body of water. The air is dank and musty. A nasty film has formed over the top of the water. There is this wretched smell coming from beneath the stale water. Is this a pleasant area? Is this a top-hit vacation spot? Unless you are Oscar the Grouch, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many times our lives can become like that stagnant body of water. Nothing appears to be moving in our lives and there is no sign of real life. And when our lives hit this point, when all forms of growth have stopped, I see a need to be totally refreshed. There needs to be that “filter” to get all the junk out, and to cleanse. And there needs to be a source of life. Like a spring bringing in new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a deep desire to dig deeper in to the Lord, to dig in to his Word, to spend quality time with Him, and to spend time learning, and putting myself near those who are wiser and have walked with the Lord longer than I have. My heart does not want to find myself being a stagnant body of water somewhere down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that when there are those times where we feel stuck, just being God’s presence can change everything. I wanted that to be a reminder as we head in to school, and jobs, and continue on in life. Don’t hesitate to call friends and ask for prayer or call adults you trust, to just pray with you. Prayer changes things. Please know that you can have a deep joy, and you can be filled with that spring of life-Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't hesitate to call or text me or email me if you need prayer for anything or someone to talk to about what's going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love~Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6318562247288086192?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6318562247288086192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6318562247288086192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6318562247288086192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6318562247288086192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/08/stagnant-christianity.html' title='Stagnant Christianity'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-7490639010491876885</id><published>2009-08-16T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:38:57.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out?</title><content type='html'>I've really come to believe that stress is one of the biggest footholds the enemy can have in a person's life. When narrowed down, it looks like stress is basically a lack of peace. (Because being stressed is a strain on our emotions, etc.) Well, how many times has God said in His word that He will give us peace? How many times does it say that HE IS the GOD of PEACE? And yet, how many people do we see and how many times may we even be guilty ourselves of just claiming, "I'm so stressed out." I feel like, in essence, it's basically saying, "Well, right now I have so much going on that it doesn't matter that God says He'll give me peace. I'm just stressed." It's like we feel we have a right to be stressed out with multiple situations. And I really believe that stress is not from God...therefore it is from the devil and one of his big tools. And so if we're walking around claiming we're stressed out, we're not taking the time to seek God's peace in our lives and we're not walking in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't misunderstand my heart. Some situations are flat out HARD. I think it's normal for us to cry and that God sees our tears. I don't think peace suddenly makes the situation ok. But I DO BELIEVE that God can give peace in the midst of ANY SITUATION. And I've seen Him give me peace in very difficult times in my own life. And do believe His peace can be there no matter what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, whose thoughts are fixed on you! ~Isaiah 26:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-7490639010491876885?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/7490639010491876885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=7490639010491876885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7490639010491876885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/7490639010491876885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/08/stressed-out_15.html' title='Stressed Out?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-8721025451311922029</id><published>2009-07-13T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:25:36.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Faithful</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from working at Camp Halo, near Erie. The camp is specifically designed for those who come from rougher home situations. It was definitely a challenging week and very hard at times, but it was worth it for the lives that came to Jesus during the week! And we were able to show Jesus’ love to those who were deeply hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that there were some difficult situations and difficult times at camps, I was again reminded of how faithful God is. I found my fifteen or twenty minutes with Him each day such a key to staying at peace no matter what. And I was also reminded how much a fifteen second prayer does make a difference in the midst of chaos. God came through for me in so many little ways that probably weren’t even visible to most. Like when I prayed my girls would be able to stay asleep when some boys came down yelling one night. Or my constant prayers for wisdom and strength. And I’m here to remind you that no matter what is going on, God can bring peace into your life. And don’t forget that prayer does make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is truly ever faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-8721025451311922029?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/8721025451311922029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=8721025451311922029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8721025451311922029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/8721025451311922029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/07/ever-faithful.html' title='Ever Faithful'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6926518963283330607</id><published>2009-07-02T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:06:27.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who walk the way of the Lord</title><content type='html'>Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve wrote. I hope you all are doing well. Feel free to write and tell me about what’s going on in your life and if there’s anything I can pray for you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my brother (Dan) and I were reading in Proverbs. There were a few verses that stuck out to me and they were the ones that talked about following those who walk in the way of the Lord. It made me start thinking of how wise it is to learn and walk with those who are really pursuing the Lord and seeking after Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been taught for years that I should hang out with older people to gain wisdom from them that they have learned over the years. I find this a lot with my Grandma, in particular. While we have our extreme personality differences, she has learned a lot about the power of prayer and seeking the Lord and reading His word and giving to others when you have the capability. When I spend time with her, I find these things sinking inside me whether I realize it at the time or not. I would do well to remember (more often) to stop what I’m doing and pray over situations instead of getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point tonight though, isn’t necessarily just learning from the older generation. I want you guys to think about who you could spend time with that would challenge you to go deeper in your walk with the Lord. By spending time with others who are pursuing the things of God, I think we find encouragement. We can learn together, share stories, pray together, etc. This could be people older, younger, or even your own age. But I want us to think about who we can spend time with that will help us move forward in our walks with the Lord this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love~Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6926518963283330607?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6926518963283330607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6926518963283330607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6926518963283330607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6926518963283330607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-who-walk-way-of-lord.html' title='Those who walk the way of the Lord'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-4800161974136865718</id><published>2009-06-03T20:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:31:56.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but God</title><content type='html'>Today I just want to share a piece of my heart with you. I’ll try to make it short, but stick with me. In the past few days I’ve been talking with a couple friends about music. I’ve talked to many and I had the idea when I was in middle and high school that what I listened to didn’t really affect me. And I wasn’t talking about the difference between secular and Christian music, but I was talking about the difference between a song that leaves you feeling depressed and a song that makes you excited about life and following after God. I used to listen to music when I was angry that allowed me to stay angry instead of dealing with my problems. But I’ve realized that putting on some worship music or turning to the Lord helps things so much more than ignoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I realized something in talking with one of my friends though. While I don’t want to listen to music that’s going to leave me feeling down, it’s far more than that. Everyone has their thing. There is almost the idea of, “I’ll run to anything and anyone but God first, and then I’ll go to Him if nothing else works.” When we get stressed out or upset, we all have our thing that we want to turn to. For some it’s food, for some it’s music, for some it’s a smoke here and there, for some it’s drinking, for some it’s coffee. Some people run to a friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, pastor, or parent (which aren’t necessarily bad). But when these things become our release of pain and stress before God, it’s not a good place to be. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for having good relationships withe friends and family. But people can fail you in one way or another. The only thing that remains constant is the Lord. So my challenge is that we take a look at our lives and ask what we’re putting before the Lord and what we’re using to release our stress instead of running to Him. Be open to anything He might be showing you and see what happens when you put Him first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-4800161974136865718?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/4800161974136865718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=4800161974136865718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4800161974136865718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/4800161974136865718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/06/anything-but-god.html' title='Anything but God'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-2934505248464360886</id><published>2009-06-03T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:31:13.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 12:1-2a</title><content type='html'>Hebrews 12:1-2a (NLT) Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this a couple weeks ago and was wondering what was in my life that was holding me back or slowing me down. I think my many times we just fall in to the day to day activities of life and don’t realize we are unconsciously falling in to a way of life that pulls us back from the Lord. Maybe we are making poor decisions in our lives. Or maybe it is not having a dedicated time with the Lord each day, in which we hear from Him and let Him speak direction in to our lives. But many times, we start falling in to activities or friendships that are pulling us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that sticks out about this verse is that it’s not a thing where suddenly we do better. We can’t force ourselves in to changing our lifestyle. The point of this section of scripture shows that the sin does trip us up easily, but to get away from it and to run after what God has called us to, we have to keep our eyes on Him.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to spend some time with the Lord today. Don’t put it off. Even if it’s five minutes to connect...start making steps toward keeping your focus on the Lord. I once heard a guy by the name of Bob Mumford say that the more time you spend getting to know the Lord and be with Him, the less desire there is to sin. Keep pressing in to Him with everything inside of you. Stay in constant relationship and get to know Him better. And surround yourself with those who are also pressing in to the Lord with everything in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-2934505248464360886?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/2934505248464360886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=2934505248464360886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2934505248464360886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/2934505248464360886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/06/hebrews-121-2a.html' title='Hebrews 12:1-2a'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754576071633525968.post-6690799228685494541</id><published>2009-06-02T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:12:11.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>So, a lot of people around me have got into blogging. I'm not sure I'll update it that often. I love to write, but not always to share with everyone. But if nothing else, maybe I'll share some songs I write and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;~Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5754576071633525968-6690799228685494541?l=lihanson09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/feeds/6690799228685494541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5754576071633525968&amp;postID=6690799228685494541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6690799228685494541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754576071633525968/posts/default/6690799228685494541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lihanson09.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15029110957847424971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6o3swENOKo/TDd6PDLQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8dLu3hLLf6M/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
