<?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-4934534097968053822</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:42:08.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Von Gottes Gnaden</title><subtitle type='html'>What keeps me going, holds me back, and challenges me to the core...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meerror.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4934534097968053822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meerror.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meerror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211719166161843048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I2D4lkEtfYs/S1jhuVZrF7I/AAAAAAAABUg/Rw7WPm1EI2s/S220/IMG_0937.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934534097968053822.post-7176913145593502222</id><published>2008-11-30T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:21:05.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember when I first heard this song, the words pierced my soul and brought me to my knees. After a while however, it sort of lost its.. umph. Funny how things work though. When you're hungry...REALLY hungry to the point that your soul begins to moan, so hungry that you're at a loss for words, it is then that you find yourself sitting in silence, surrounded by His comfort, grace, and love. Finding that these are the only things that satisfy that desire.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I am broken, it's not until I've used up all my earthly resources and am completely empty that I realize what I've needed all along. It's not until that point that I remember who was waiting to comfort me all along. By then however, I've been stripped to the core.. and need to be resurrected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This Thanksgiving, I find myself in that place. While everyone's with their families celebrating, my broken family is reminded of all our shortcomings... as parents and as children. Being caught in the middle, let down by those you place your trust in the most, having to play the role of the parent again shook me to the core. Every year I say it'll be different. I have hope that we'll learn from all these scars, but we don't. And I find myself chasing the wind. The pain makes us want something different, but pride keeps the table empty and we find ourselves hungry. Not for stuffing or honey glazed ham or pumpkin pie, but for love, understanding, and most importantly, for forgiveness. Over the years, I think that the rest of my family learned to accept  and expect it, but I've become too hurt by it.. so hurt that this year, I ended up not going. I had nothing left to give. I needed my dad this year.. needed him to stick up for his daughter and be MY father. But when I found myself where I am all to often, I couldn't go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sitting in my room, this song came on and like the first time I heard it, I fell to my knees and sat there, crying out for what I needed most. Ashamed that I had to come to this point once again.. but joyfully surrounded by Him... being fed by his love, grace, and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resurrection- Nicol Sponberg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at a loss of words, there's nothing to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit in silence wondering what led me to this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did my heart become so lifeless and cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where did the passion go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all my efforts seem like chasing the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've used up all my strength and there's nothing left to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lost the feeling and I'm down to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't fake it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am at the end I'm in need of resurrection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only You can take this empty shell and raise if from the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I've lost to the world what seems far beyond redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can take the pieces in Your hand and make me whole again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You speak and all creation falls to its knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You raise Your hand and calm the waves of the raging sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have a  way of turning winter to spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make something beautiful out of all this suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am at the end I'm in need of resurrection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only You can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I've lost to the world what seems far beyond redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can take the pieces in Your hand and make me whole again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934534097968053822-7176913145593502222?l=meerror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meerror.blogspot.com/feeds/7176913145593502222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4934534097968053822&amp;postID=7176913145593502222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4934534097968053822/posts/default/7176913145593502222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4934534097968053822/posts/default/7176913145593502222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meerror.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Meerror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211719166161843048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I2D4lkEtfYs/S1jhuVZrF7I/AAAAAAAABUg/Rw7WPm1EI2s/S220/IMG_0937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
