<?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-8898937460772629681</id><updated>2012-02-14T10:28:53.122-08:00</updated><category term='Refugees in Idaho'/><title type='text'>Its Not About Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is His purpose, therefore is mine...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-5612295364297090199</id><published>2012-02-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:48:05.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marionette with Strings on the Inside.</title><content type='html'>I had a vision last night; God placed His heart into my body, it was a huge heart too big to fit in my body if i had all my organs, but I was empty so He placed his heart in my body and it was beating, beating in an irregular rhythm. I saw His giant heart in my empty and transparent body, then strings started to attach from the inside of my body, my mind was attaching to the heart, my arms and legs were all attaching to His heart, I became like a marionette puppet only instead of like a puppet attached to the master on the outside, my strings were attached to His heart on the inside of myself. With strings on the inside attached to His heart it brings life and makes going anywhere and every where possible without anyone being able to cut those strings. Every string thats attached is a surrendered string, one that I've surrendered to Him and placed Him in control of. Well, I want Him to posses my whole body- "God attach every string of my being to the heart that beats in You, I surrender and ask that You fully posses me."&amp;nbsp;Most people are scared of the idea of God controlling them, but honestly I'm more scared if He doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-5612295364297090199?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/5612295364297090199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=5612295364297090199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5612295364297090199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5612295364297090199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2012/02/marionette-with-strings-on-inside.html' title='Marionette with Strings on the Inside.'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-7175864201441537753</id><published>2012-01-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:53:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key to Being Fed</title><content type='html'>"My food is to do the will of Him who sent me and to finish His work." (John 4:34) Jesus told me "If you want to be filled, if you want to eat my food then do My will and finish My work." In order to eat from a harvest one must plant a crop, in order to grow a crop one must sow. We find Him when we seek Him, but we get fed by doing His will and finishing His work. "He who sows in tears, reaps joy." (Psalm 126:5) I love weeping, I love being broken at the feet of Jesus. I love it. Everytime after I've been on the floor for who knows how long, when I get up I am filled with joy and peace engulfs me. People don't sow heavenly tears so they don't reap heavenly joy. Start sowing! Do His will! Finish His work! Sow Heaven to earth! If you want your hungry belly to be filled, if you want to eat of the Kingdom of Heaven, then start sowing. Jesus continued by saying "The more you want Me, the more you'll love them." He was saying, the more you hunger for Me, the more desperate you are for Me, the more you desire nothing else but Me is the more that you'll begin to sow, the more you'll sow Love to people, the more you so My Love by doing My will, the more you'll reap My Love and more of Me. When you want nothing else but God, you care about nothing else but doing His will, whatever it looks like because you just want Him. Love will be sown and we will eat of His Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-7175864201441537753?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/7175864201441537753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=7175864201441537753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7175864201441537753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7175864201441537753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2012/01/key-to-being-fed.html' title='The Key to Being Fed'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-144372443972385750</id><published>2012-01-19T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:33:42.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Collection of Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My happiness can't die, because my God lives forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are we anyway? A personality, behavior, delights, the way we think, our heart? People change, you can't define something that changes, so then we are nothing but an ever-changing existence? God is the only one who never changes, who's always the same, and how we can safely place our lives in His hands because of that security. So then, we literally are like clay, something unformed until the potter comes, depending on who we allow to be our potter that defines the forms we take. We are never who we make ourselves to be, we are but a will that allows surrender to the potters who form us. Only God makes "fearfully and wonderfully made" works of beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world makes fun of "Christians" for them being able to exploit us for money. Yeah, well we don't care about your money, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see Jesus face to face, then maybe you've got to turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May my ugliness bring out You beauty Jesus. We are in such great need of You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought before that wanting to be the one who does things behind the scenes was pride. "Let YOUR light shine before men, that they may see YOUR good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Matthew 5:16 Lets shine so that we can glorify God. "i will become even more undignified than this, and i will be humiliated in my own eyes." 2 Samuel 6:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"prayer is not to change the mind of God but to change the heart of man" - David Hernandez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you have to look like a fool for the sake of the other person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon reflects the sun to bring vision and light to the Earth, but like us lets not let the world's shadow over come and cast out light we reflect from The Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's promises aren't for us to remind Him and keep Him accountable, they're to remind us of His character, to hold on to and trust Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm very happy because I'm very in Love" - Heidi Baker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The righteous by faith in Christ do not have ups and downs because they trust in God and He is stable, a Rock to His bride. "The path of the righteous is level; O upright One, you make the way of the righteous smooth." Isaiah 26:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus asked me "Do you really believe in me?" then I started seeing what the difference in actually believing in God looked like, the sick were healed, the poor fed and clothed. If people really believed like they say they do then why don't we go, go to the sick and release the healing will of God. If we believe Jesus then we must believe all He says is true. So do we really believe Him?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have you been waiting? Forgive and be released from the chains of this suffering. Lay down your rights and your precious little wrongs, justice doesn't heal wounds. Lose your pride so you can win your freedom. Let go from holding on the record of wrong, so that Love can prosper. Be wise in every situation you walk into, but don't hold back love from anyone. Unforgiveness hurts everyone, including yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't do anything, can't change myself, can't think, can't come up with something out of nothing, can't live, can't love, I don't even own the breaths I take. Its all God, he's the one that does everything, It's His power that changes me, He's the creator that all things originate, He is the very essence of love and its His breath that gives life. So what am I? What power do I have? I can't change myself so how can I change the world? I am nothing but an object of Love, created by God Himself. God chose to give us His power, His love, His breath, but no matter how much I claim it as my own, it never was and never will be of myself. What can the created create that wasn't from the original creator? Well, its all from Him and Him alone. The only thing I'll ever be able to do is choose. Choose to accept His power, choose to accept His love, choose to take His breath, choose to be in a partnership with Him. Even my own choice was an undeniable one, how could I say no to the most beautiful and loving thing? How could I say no to my hearts desires? Why would I want to? Either way, I'm but an object of love, designed for love, to be loved and love back what an amazing, pure and perfect purpose. May I carry Your glory to the ends of the earth and never touch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking to be loved by people will never satisfy, because most people don't know God and to not know God is to not know Love, "God is Love." If you want Love, you can only go to God. Thats our purpose, why we were created, by Love to be Loved and Love back. You can only give what you have received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus died so that we could have His life, if we want His life then we have to lose ours to pick up His. Can't have both or we become like the double-minded man, its one or the other. He wants His bride to be fully committed and faithful to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-144372443972385750?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/144372443972385750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=144372443972385750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/144372443972385750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/144372443972385750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2012/01/collection-of-revelation.html' title='A Collection of Revelation'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-5912591622065072599</id><published>2011-11-17T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:21:20.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for the Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;No matter how much I tried to convince myself other wise I realize how much I've had distain for the church, the people who run them and the people who participate in them. l was guilty for pushing the church away and being on guard when I walk in one. I realized that I had to forgive because it was affecting myself, others and my relationship with God, its a hindering thing and holds back from the full po&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;tential of loving. "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and handed Himself over to it." Eph. 5:25 Jesus Loves the church so much that He gives Himself up to her, how beautiful of our God. I forgave the ones that hurt me, I don't remember how I was wronged, "Love holds no record of wrong" 1 Cor. 13 Laying down my wrongs and my precious little rights. Love will cost you everything and its a joy to do so. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-5912591622065072599?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/5912591622065072599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=5912591622065072599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5912591622065072599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5912591622065072599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-for-church.html' title='Love for the Church'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-7598536704426998522</id><published>2011-11-10T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:15:58.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I've come to understand that stress and worry come from the lack of knowledge of Jesus Christ. When we get to know Him and the Truth of how extremely great and powerful His love for us is then we begin to trust Him and let go of control, we then lean on Him and less on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-7598536704426998522?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/7598536704426998522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=7598536704426998522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7598536704426998522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7598536704426998522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/11/lack-of-character.html' title='Lack of Knowledge'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-3991781655896454605</id><published>2011-11-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:12:36.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"Every day I'm humbled by how much I still have to learn" - Neccia Porter. You know, I really felt that within my heart, but to its fullest extent I did not know until the author of humility had met with me. The Key to Humility is Obedience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-3991781655896454605?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/3991781655896454605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=3991781655896454605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/3991781655896454605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/3991781655896454605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/11/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-7284664342361897046</id><published>2011-08-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:34:12.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawns Used by the Lies</title><content type='html'>You can't demonize people, when you realize they're all but victims, pawns caught in the lies of satan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-7284664342361897046?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/7284664342361897046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=7284664342361897046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7284664342361897046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7284664342361897046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/08/pawns-used-by-lies.html' title='Pawns Used by the Lies'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-797663904114730183</id><published>2011-08-08T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:06:41.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christ in "Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;All I hope to be is "no longer I but Christ in me" but maybe we depend too much on finding and seeing Him in people that we damage the purity of who He really is, because as much as I'd like to be like Him there's no way that an infinite being can be contained in our lil bodies, haha. But I do wish to get out of His way so His strength is revealed in my weakness. Kinda makes it a little less stressful, when you just lean on Him instead of striving to be Him. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-797663904114730183?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/797663904114730183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=797663904114730183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/797663904114730183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/797663904114730183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/08/christ-in-me.html' title='The Christ in &quot;Me&quot;'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-6889113024474685707</id><published>2011-05-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:03:00.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Caring</title><content type='html'>I think sometimes we can make it to where we feel like people are our responsibility, but I don't think thats how it works. We shouldn't be operating out of guilt and feeling bad for people, cause in the end when we work like that, we actually aren't doing anyone any favors. When it comes down to it, its all about having such a great compassion and heart for people, you genuinely care about the person, being compelled purely by love. When you truly love people thats when a difference is being made. No one wants to be a project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-6889113024474685707?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/6889113024474685707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=6889113024474685707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/6889113024474685707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/6889113024474685707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/05/power-of-truly-caring.html' title='Truly Caring'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-3975053920844765139</id><published>2011-05-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:49:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>The only thing that separates us from God is ourselves, our choice to be separated from Him. Though we'll never be separated from His love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-3975053920844765139?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/3975053920844765139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=3975053920844765139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/3975053920844765139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/3975053920844765139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2011/05/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-5141018246139564985</id><published>2010-10-19T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:55:22.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity of the Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TL4vPfGYwhI/AAAAAAAAADk/CC8cPrlo7XI/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TL4vPfGYwhI/AAAAAAAAADk/CC8cPrlo7XI/s320/cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529909335550378514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross is a reminder of the price Lord, Jesus made for us. But the cross also represents more than just the sacrifice, its a reminder of our relationship with Father God and with our Brothers and Sisters in Christ. The vertical represents glory and relationship with our heavenly Father, the unity with Him, the horizontal represents our relationship with our brothers and sisters. When we come together in unity with God and in unity with our brothers and sisters, we create the ultimate unity, bringing the cross together, making it complete. All of us in unity brings unity in glorifying God, then the kingdom of heaven will open up and fall down on us. The cross shows us how important it is to have each other, how important it is to have unity with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-5141018246139564985?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/5141018246139564985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=5141018246139564985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5141018246139564985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5141018246139564985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2010/10/unity-of-cross.html' title='Unity of the Cross'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TL4vPfGYwhI/AAAAAAAAADk/CC8cPrlo7XI/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-5644869928520259254</id><published>2010-10-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:54:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDENIABLE...</title><content type='html'>Thursday I went to a conference with my friend Promise, it was cool I got to meet &lt;b&gt;Chad Dedmon&lt;/b&gt; and listen to all the amazing things God has done in his life and in the lives of people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the conference it was really cool cause the Kingdom of God was so thick and a bunch of people got healed. I saw 2 legs grow out, one was even my friend from church and &lt;b&gt;Promise&lt;/b&gt; saw a ladies back and neck get healed, it was so intense. At the end of the night I went to wait to see if Chad would pray for my eyes and right as I was waiting in line this other guy was there asking for Chad to pray for his eyes and Chad was telling him that he should start praying for other people who's eyes are bad and stuff cause he has more of blessing in praying for that area cause he has eye problems, but Chad was praying for him and so I started praying for him too cause I know how much it sucks to have bad eyes, haha. I started crying and stuff and all of a sudden Chad put his hand on my head and asked me what I needed prayer for and I said well my eyes actually like him, Chad said "well look, God already blessed you with someone to pray for." to the guy his name was &lt;b&gt;Caleb&lt;/b&gt;. Caleb and Chad were praying for me and I started crying cause I could feel Fathers heart, Chad was saying that God is giving me Spirit eyes and that he is expanding my heart to love more. It was really cool cause earlier that day I asked Father for His Spirit eyes and I've been asking to have a bigger heart to love more, and He gave it to me, thank you Father God. I've learned, that I don't always get what I ask for or what I desire, but instead God gives me something even better, something even more valuable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, church shouldn't be 10 easy steps in becoming a better Christian, or 3 ways to have a better marriage, or anything of that nature. Church should be a place where people come to meet God... It should be a hospital, a place full of Love and the presence of God, a place where we come to purely worship Him, a place where we come to praise Him and give Him it all. Church isn't about becoming a better person, its all about Him, its all about relationship... 10 easy steps isn't going to change us, the presence of God is what changes us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Church should be all about him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church is the place where as soon as people walk in the door, they are instantly hit with the Glory of God, where someone walks in they are instantly healed, when people walk in the presence of God is UNDENIABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are to be like that too! The anointing of God, full of Love, engulfed in His presence to wherever we walk God is pouring out through us so thick and tangible that its undeniable, haha.&lt;br /&gt;He could do it himself, but He wants to be apart of us like in a relationship and so give us adventure in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;No longer I, but Christ in me...&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galations 2:20&lt;/b&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/8898937460772629681-5644869928520259254?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/5644869928520259254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=5644869928520259254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5644869928520259254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/5644869928520259254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2010/10/undeniable.html' title='UNDENIABLE...'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-4143592135955866254</id><published>2010-09-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:32:56.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom in Intercession</title><content type='html'>Today was so AMAZING! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family thats thick as blood, the blood of Jesus, our sisters and brothers;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;Celeste&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Donovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and worshiped together and prayed; interceding for the Youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really intense prayer,  I could feel all our hearts and spirits in unity asking and talking to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;ather&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in unity and interceding with Holy Spirit together (Romans 8) praising, singing, worshipping, dancing, praying, just completely after God, His heart and will. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tearing down the walls&lt;/span&gt;", coming after Him, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;refusing to be denied&lt;/span&gt;", He "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;opened up the heavens&lt;/span&gt;" and showered down his presence, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;shouting out His name&lt;/span&gt;", Jesus! We're "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;ready now&lt;/span&gt;!" Haha, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After prayer we listened to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Free&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Coffey Anderson&lt;/b&gt; and got in a circle and danced, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect end to the perfect day, I'm ready for tomorrow, haha. I'm so happy to have all my brothers and sisters, they are so amazing and so much fun, I love them so much, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings, and enJOY FREEDOM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-4143592135955866254?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/4143592135955866254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=4143592135955866254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/4143592135955866254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/4143592135955866254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-free.html' title='Freedom in Intercession'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-7639670656591632191</id><published>2010-09-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:27:23.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center of the "Wonderball"</title><content type='html'>Sometimes even in the ministry I believe I forget to love. Getting caught up in all thats going on, you know like with all the programs starting up, coming up with creative ideas or new strategies, getting things ready, getting the work done, even when reading the word or praising and worshiping God, or pray and in fellowship with one another, trying and help each other by listening and giving advice, but even though all thats going on and it seems well enough, sometimes I forget to simply love. Its the biggest thing, but the easiest to forget and its so easily drowned by "life..." even though thats what we're living for. I hope that makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, forget advice and thinking I'm helping or doing something good, forget the creative ideas and the strategy plans, the only strategy that I hope to live by is simply loving. You can have everything, you can be the most righteous person, you could be blessed beyond belief or have every gift, but without love you have nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13:3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's love is the most powerful and effective thing, love is what changes everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;God is Love&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what we need.... Thats what everyone is looking for, its what this world is longing for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This desperate world is crying out for help, its crying out for mercy, kindness, the love that only God can give...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father doesn't want me or us to give the world empty actions, empty hopes, He wants to bless us and love on us and hold us close to His heart. He wants us to show and demonstrate his love, to fill all the holes with His endless love. He wants to feed us, cloth us, help us, heal us, He wants to pour fourth limitless, ceaseless, bottomless love to each and every person, regardless of any circumstance, Father is no respecter of persons, He loves all and "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;gives to all generously and without reproach&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; James 1:5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He holds all dear to His heart, Jesus showed us love not caring who they are or what they did, He just sees each and every person as His precious child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ohn 15:13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus did that and He calls us to be His friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be an empty shell... Someone who tells people about the love of God, someone who does the "good works" or whatever, I don't care about that junk, its important but its empty without love, love needs to be in the center of it all, the reason for doing it. I just want to be as a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;daughter of the King&lt;/span&gt;" (like my sister &lt;b&gt;Raych Devore&lt;/b&gt; puts it) I want to be the daughter thats so full of Gods love that its just overflowing and pouring out to everyone, someone who doesn't only talk about the love but someone who acts with love, one who genuinely loves people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As &lt;b&gt;Heidi Baker&lt;/b&gt; says "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;We lay our lives down for love, and we give our lives away. We cannot just live with our words. Love is in truth and in our actions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails...&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus never withholds mercy and always extends kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be transformed by him more and more and more and more. To be uniting with my Daddy, God in loving on his precious children. I desire to have a heart in-sink with His, to see with His eyes, and to love in all His ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone needs to know, believe and receive the Truth that "&lt;b&gt;He loves us&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like a Wonderball, you know the song from the commercial "oh I wonder wonder wonder whats in a wonderball, shell of nestle chocolate and candy shapes inside." In this case, we're the vessel full of God's love, only I hope people don't wonder whats inside us, but that they know its Jesus! Haha (as cheesey as it all sounds, its so true)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-7639670656591632191?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/7639670656591632191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=7639670656591632191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7639670656591632191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/7639670656591632191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-even-in-ministry-i-believe-i.html' title='The Center of the &quot;Wonderball&quot;'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898937460772629681.post-1535955769668717129</id><published>2008-02-11T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:10:09.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refugees in Idaho'/><title type='text'>Refugees in Idaho</title><content type='html'>This night was an amazing night. Nathan, Rachael and myself were helping their grandpa out with taking some refugees to a christmas party. We didn't know what to expect, but we were determined to share the Love that we recognize God gives us all.&amp;nbsp;These kids have come from far away and have lost family, either living them behind or losing them on their way to refuge in various countries, and the shelter of love because of it. They've been told they are a number, because of this they've lost brothers, sisters, moms, dads, spouses, daughters and sons. By doing so they've become a little harsh, creating barriers and walls to protect themselves from anymore pain. A lot of people don't understand their responses to the pain, sometimes its wildness, brutality, shyness or quietness; these are all tools used to push others away for the safety of their hearts. But we look at the pain and hope to minister the only healing aid, the Love of Christ, even if it means being beat or spit on. This little gift was nice to show some love and in the end I really hope that they begin to see the Love God has for them, how they are safe in His hands, that they can recognize their identity as Sons and Daughters of the Holy King, and Love that heals every heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898937460772629681-1535955769668717129?l=standingwithjessya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/feeds/1535955769668717129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898937460772629681&amp;postID=1535955769668717129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/1535955769668717129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898937460772629681/posts/default/1535955769668717129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingwithjessya.blogspot.com/2008/02/refugees-in-idaho.html' title='Refugees in Idaho'/><author><name>Jessya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05511869018758467063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGLK9ViPTsM/TJ_D0FlS6iI/AAAAAAAAACw/6mxfv_SaTFc/s1600-R/49540_1134690008_983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
