<?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-2214617852599125163</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:42:21.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be found in you. still standing.</title><subtitle type='html'>please make all things new... ♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6857762449665890910</id><published>2010-10-07T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T03:56:27.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh. finally!?</title><content type='html'>yes. i have done it.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorta semi ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;i gave into peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;and got a tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;i was frustrated i couldnt comment on ppls tumblrs!&lt;br /&gt;my blogs are like tumbles anyway.&lt;br /&gt;that's me trying to justify mahself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aileenwithit.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall post more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6857762449665890910?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6857762449665890910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/10/ugh-finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6857762449665890910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6857762449665890910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/10/ugh-finally.html' title='ugh. finally!?'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4126614152737661618</id><published>2010-10-03T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:30:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty</title><content type='html'>yeah, that's right, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking and screaming at you right nahh&lt;br /&gt;and struggling to hang on and also to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you going to do about this, Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;i am such a mess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4126614152737661618?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4126614152737661618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/10/dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4126614152737661618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4126614152737661618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/10/dirty.html' title='dirty'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1575625338798042813</id><published>2010-09-28T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:32:43.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>i realized that.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i try to erase people&lt;br /&gt;from my past.&lt;br /&gt;as if clicking that 'delete' button on facebook&lt;br /&gt;will forever and ever delete them from my mind&lt;br /&gt;and erase those memories hidden away in the back of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i freak out&lt;br /&gt;when God sometimes brings these people&lt;br /&gt;BACK into my life.&lt;br /&gt;and forces me to confront them,&lt;br /&gt;and ask all the tough, awkward questions&lt;br /&gt;and forces me to CARE&lt;br /&gt;and to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;and to learn to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;and he asks me,&lt;br /&gt;"why are you trying to force them out&lt;br /&gt;when i'm not done with you and ______, yet?&lt;br /&gt;don't you trust that&lt;br /&gt;i'm bigger than your ideas, conceptions, memories,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, hurts, miscommunications?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, God, won't you bring restoration&lt;br /&gt;to my past. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1575625338798042813?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1575625338798042813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1575625338798042813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1575625338798042813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-81201831463331359</id><published>2010-09-15T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:14:10.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love</title><content type='html'>watching MOBILIZATION happen.&lt;br /&gt;seeing people and things come together.&lt;br /&gt;simply because i took a few steps of obedience,&lt;br /&gt;sacrificing and possibly risking my time and efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is so good, because He doesn't meet me halfway.&lt;br /&gt;He meets me FULLway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you DO answer prayers,&lt;br /&gt;and it's so LOVELY to see that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleluiah!&lt;br /&gt;alleluiah!&lt;br /&gt;alleluiiahh!&lt;br /&gt;your love makes me sing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-81201831463331359?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/81201831463331359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/81201831463331359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/81201831463331359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love.html' title='i love'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-418640874185706392</id><published>2010-09-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:32:01.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think that</title><content type='html'>i want to be an initiator of change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-418640874185706392?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/418640874185706392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/418640874185706392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/418640874185706392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-that.html' title='i think that'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4627051963639382361</id><published>2010-08-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:40:58.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hummm</title><content type='html'>i think i quit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;sorry blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably because real life is so much better&lt;br /&gt;than living out loud on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;so i quit.&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;but we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4627051963639382361?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4627051963639382361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/08/hummm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4627051963639382361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4627051963639382361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/08/hummm.html' title='hummm'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4653446271088214230</id><published>2010-07-27T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:52:13.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a sister thing...</title><content type='html'>so my sister,&lt;br /&gt;for her "about me" section on facebook&lt;br /&gt;has this:&lt;br /&gt;"i make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;im out of control&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;at times hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;but if  you cant handle me at my worst,,&lt;br /&gt;then you sure as heck dont deserve me  at my best."&lt;br /&gt;and im always impressed!&lt;br /&gt;that she put a warning label on her fb profile&lt;br /&gt;yet people are still friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;thats just how awesome she is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always makes me think about what i would say&lt;br /&gt;about myself, if i had such a label...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"i am radical,&lt;br /&gt;im blind-sighted&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; always have words for everything,&lt;br /&gt;but if the worst of me is all you see,,&lt;br /&gt;then you'll never know me at my best."&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... not as threatening.... x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4653446271088214230?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4653446271088214230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-sister-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4653446271088214230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4653446271088214230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-sister-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a sister thing...'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8000947314670159370</id><published>2010-07-20T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:46:36.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think this deserves some recognition...</title><content type='html'>ang pamilya ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWioW_bw7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VAViSbic7TI/s1600/35422_142803155734734_100000151525347_445937_419457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWioW_bw7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VAViSbic7TI/s320/35422_142803155734734_100000151525347_445937_419457_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495977734525666226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids i chill with.&lt;br /&gt;lolo arvin, jay james, and mac.&lt;br /&gt;is it sad that i love them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWiTbe2ATI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kyKw4rnbuTo/s1600/IMG_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWiTbe2ATI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kyKw4rnbuTo/s320/IMG_4308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495977374953898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handsome younger bro, jay. and beautiful sister grizel.&lt;br /&gt;jay is an amazing drummer. and grizel rocks at keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;my family is so talenteddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWh9e-ke0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vkwKUeolY-U/s1600/IMG_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWh9e-ke0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vkwKUeolY-U/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976997935151938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelikoy! or abel jr.  he's my baby brother.  our bunso!&lt;br /&gt;the cutessst boy i ever did meet.&lt;br /&gt;and he worships like an angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWhmJjT7QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J7TiE6fQTm4/s1600/35370_142807125734337_100000151525347_445979_7825828_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWhmJjT7QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J7TiE6fQTm4/s320/35370_142807125734337_100000151525347_445979_7825828_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976597046684930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly kids. pelikoy, lolo, and mac.  some of my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;if i had any. sometimes i think everyones my favorite because i have so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWnjGjXW_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NvYGQVnZEPw/s1600/34605_1497572129295_1533894794_1206812_810439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWnjGjXW_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NvYGQVnZEPw/s320/34605_1497572129295_1533894794_1206812_810439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495983141771762674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryll, grizel, jay, lolo arvin.&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeee this picture of them!&lt;br /&gt;because it describes them SOOOO well.&lt;br /&gt;this is them at their best!&lt;br /&gt;going home on a pedicab... away from meeeee. wahh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWhD_9HRgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dnZShrbA9pU/s1600/38424_144762215534417_100000019194906_450791_5572859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWhD_9HRgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dnZShrbA9pU/s320/38424_144762215534417_100000019194906_450791_5572859_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976010355000834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lovely lady to my left is momma gomez.&lt;br /&gt;it's official. i am a gomez. i look strange, but maganda ang nanay ko!&lt;br /&gt;and the cuties to my right are my dfic sisters. tooooo cute for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWgxMiTS0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hjejpWLq9N8/s1600/38424_144762225534416_100000019194906_450794_1467420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWgxMiTS0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hjejpWLq9N8/s320/38424_144762225534416_100000019194906_450794_1467420_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495975687314688834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze youth.  you can see jay with his killer smile.  what cuties! (:&lt;br /&gt;i love them ALLLLLL!&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/2214617852599125163-8000947314670159370?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8000947314670159370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-this-deserves-some-recognition_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8000947314670159370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8000947314670159370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-this-deserves-some-recognition_20.html' title='i think this deserves some recognition...'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/TEWioW_bw7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VAViSbic7TI/s72-c/35422_142803155734734_100000151525347_445937_419457_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8742149540596710848</id><published>2010-07-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T06:44:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tapos na?</title><content type='html'>i know that God answers prayers.&lt;br /&gt;He's answered every single one of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've SEEN things i hadn't seen before.&lt;br /&gt;that were there all along&lt;br /&gt;that i had been too distracted to see before.&lt;br /&gt;the work that God is doing in all parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;that my sisters and brothers in the philippines&lt;br /&gt;are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not just acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;or people i will see just once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've LEARNED to love,&lt;br /&gt;to accept,&lt;br /&gt;to be hospitable, compassionate, patient...&lt;br /&gt;what it looks like to love and serve&lt;br /&gt;as Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've BEEN BROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;and sick. and afflicted.&lt;br /&gt;and also restored. healed.&lt;br /&gt;cleansed. purified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've DEPENDED on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;clung to him like none other.&lt;br /&gt;praying through anything that comes my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've LOVED first.&lt;br /&gt;and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;and deeeeeeeeeeply.&lt;br /&gt;and not only did i love.&lt;br /&gt;but i am still loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've DECIDED&lt;br /&gt;that it can't end here.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this to be a post-mission high.&lt;br /&gt;but a life change.&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough to feel these things.&lt;br /&gt;and realize and learn.&lt;br /&gt;but its important what i DO&lt;br /&gt;with what i learn and feel and realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;please answer this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;that i will walk with you daily.&lt;br /&gt;and live by faith, hope, and LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;and all these things i've felt and learned&lt;br /&gt;will be as real to me every day from here on out&lt;br /&gt;as they are to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lift my eyes to you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;in your strength will i break through, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;touch me now.&lt;br /&gt;let your love fall down on me.&lt;br /&gt;i know your love dispells all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;through the storm i will hold on, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;and by faith i will walk on, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll see beyond my calvary one day.&lt;br /&gt;and i will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;continue the work you've begun in me.&lt;br /&gt;and see me through it alll.&lt;br /&gt;continue to renew my mind,&lt;br /&gt;inside and out, every day.&lt;br /&gt;may i always and forever desire you as my everything.&lt;br /&gt;and may i never forget the gifts you've given me&lt;br /&gt;may i never take anything you give me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;may i always remember.&lt;br /&gt;and though this year's trip to the philippines is over.&lt;br /&gt;may this only be the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na? hindi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8742149540596710848?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8742149540596710848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/tapos-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8742149540596710848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8742149540596710848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/07/tapos-na.html' title='tapos na?'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8166377395075954086</id><published>2010-06-30T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:15:56.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maraming salamat po!</title><content type='html'>here are a few requests of prayer&lt;br /&gt;for my philippines trip, which i will be gone to&lt;br /&gt;july 1-11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-UNITY of our team in LOVE&lt;br /&gt;the kind that covers over a multitude of sins&lt;br /&gt;(1 Peter 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;and that we may be patient with everyone,&lt;br /&gt;especially one another&lt;br /&gt;(1 Thessalonians 5:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-STRENGTH found in God alone&lt;br /&gt;the kind that renews us&lt;br /&gt;and lets us soar on wings like eagles&lt;br /&gt;and run and not grow weary&lt;br /&gt;and walk and not be faint&lt;br /&gt;(Isaiah 40: 29-31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PROTECTION from satan&lt;br /&gt;heavenly authority given us&lt;br /&gt;to trample on snakes and scorpions&lt;br /&gt;and to overcome all the power of the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;letting nothing harm us&lt;br /&gt;(Luke 10:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God's GLORY to be shown through us&lt;br /&gt;that we may shine before men&lt;br /&gt;and they will see our good deeds&lt;br /&gt;and praise our Father in heaven&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 5:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-that we would only and ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;rely on God alone as our source.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 73:26)&lt;br /&gt;that we would be faithful to what God's called us to&lt;br /&gt;but also at the same time know that it is God doing the work,&lt;br /&gt;not us. (Psalm 46:10, Philippians 1:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagpalain kayo ng Diyos!&lt;br /&gt;maraming salamat po. &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8166377395075954086?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8166377395075954086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/maraming-salamat-po.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8166377395075954086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8166377395075954086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;everything i am for your kingdom's cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to HEAR You&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then to be strong&lt;br /&gt;confident&lt;br /&gt;bold&lt;br /&gt;enough to obey.&lt;br /&gt;Be in me the wisdom to discern&lt;br /&gt;and the strength&lt;br /&gt;to move on if You say so,&lt;br /&gt;to hang on if You say so,&lt;br /&gt;to let go if You say so,&lt;br /&gt;and even to sit still and wait&lt;br /&gt;if that is what You ask of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Will You make me simple-minded?&lt;br /&gt;so that i may not discriminate&lt;br /&gt;or see the divisions and barriers&lt;br /&gt;that keep me from loving certain people&lt;br /&gt;or certain groups of people?&lt;br /&gt;Will You make my mind single-mindedly,&lt;br /&gt;WHOLLY, totally, and completely&lt;br /&gt;for You?&lt;br /&gt;Please give me an undivided &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ for You.&lt;br /&gt;And also my sight?&lt;br /&gt;May i not see judgments&lt;br /&gt;but merely Your beloved, beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;who You LOVE with all Your heart&lt;br /&gt;and will always love&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what they say or do.&lt;br /&gt;May i not see myself&lt;br /&gt;but simply a channel of Your LOVE&lt;br /&gt;who is to pour out into others,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, help me to love deeply&lt;br /&gt;with the kind of love&lt;br /&gt;that covers over a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8).&lt;br /&gt;with Your kind of love that never fails (1 Corinthians 13)&lt;br /&gt;and not to us, but to your name be the glory (Psalm 115:1)&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beautiful, lovely lovely name of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6765236472691243710?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6765236472691243710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/praying-for-my-philippines-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6765236472691243710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6765236472691243710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/praying-for-my-philippines-trip.html' title='praying for my philippines trip.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-3047180613275580684</id><published>2010-06-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:11:06.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>head knowledge to heart knowledge</title><content type='html'>so many times, i have so many theories.&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to believe them enough&lt;br /&gt;to make them relevant in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;that he knows.&lt;br /&gt;and he breaks through&lt;br /&gt;every time&lt;br /&gt;with a divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;that makes my knowledge flee&lt;br /&gt;from my head to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one GREAT lesson of today:&lt;br /&gt;tis certainly true...&lt;br /&gt;because we can't accept ourselves&lt;br /&gt;exactly as we are.&lt;br /&gt;and we want to be like the other person,&lt;br /&gt;out of brokenness of self,&lt;br /&gt;we end up hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;and cause the breaking down of another.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;by refusing to accept the other person the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realized this for a while in my head.&lt;br /&gt;but i know it in my heart, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the greatest cure is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;the kind of love that has no bounds&lt;br /&gt;and is overflowingly eternally from our lover Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;the kind of love that covers over all sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why is it so hard for me to humble myself.&lt;br /&gt;and accept this LOVE&lt;br /&gt;and share this LOVE&lt;br /&gt;by accepting my sister the way she is?&lt;br /&gt;and accepting that i will never be like her.&lt;br /&gt;but that is completely Okay.&lt;br /&gt;because we are who God's made us to be.&lt;br /&gt;each different people.&lt;br /&gt;with different skills, talents, passions.&lt;br /&gt;different habits, different priorities.&lt;br /&gt;and why can't we just let our differences go.&lt;br /&gt;and just LOVE each other. freely.&lt;br /&gt;in the freedom that only Jesus love can bring?&lt;br /&gt;no more criticism, envy, jealousy, discord...&lt;br /&gt;no more fights, tears, and harsh words&lt;br /&gt;about not being like the other...&lt;br /&gt;i can do this with everyone&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT the person i've grown up with for almost 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;the person i am supposed to love MORE&lt;br /&gt;than my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;the person who shares the most genes with me.&lt;br /&gt;the person who supposedly knows me best.&lt;br /&gt;and whom i know the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for a miracle to come true this night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-3047180613275580684?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/3047180613275580684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/head-knowledge-to-heart-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/3047180613275580684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/3047180613275580684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/head-knowledge-to-heart-knowledge.html' title='head knowledge to heart knowledge'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-2946271614979405806</id><published>2010-06-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:37:07.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make all things new</title><content type='html'>this PROMISE is embedded into every morning.&lt;br /&gt;this is my why morning time is my favorite.  &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--my response to psalm 37&lt;br /&gt;and seeing the gorgeeeous&lt;br /&gt;partly cloudy daegu sunrise&lt;br /&gt;at 6:30 in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-2946271614979405806?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5670919337808080827</id><published>2010-06-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:22:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so high school.</title><content type='html'>as i prepare to face&lt;br /&gt;possibly the hardest day of my summer,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe i am being a drama queen--&lt;br /&gt;no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand why..&lt;br /&gt;people at my high school&lt;br /&gt;make me feel so&lt;br /&gt;insignificant&lt;br /&gt;NOT worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;uncool&lt;br /&gt;little.&lt;br /&gt;simply because i don't live the same kind of&lt;br /&gt;lifestyle that they do...&lt;br /&gt;or value the same things they do...&lt;br /&gt;and though i claim i don't care what they think.&lt;br /&gt;it does affect me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i shrink in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;i change the way i talk to accommodate them.&lt;br /&gt;and hide who i truly am,&lt;br /&gt;showing only what i think is acceptable in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but why must i do this?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just be myself&lt;br /&gt;and be proud of who God's made me to be.&lt;br /&gt;bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;and strong&lt;br /&gt;in knowing that having God's acceptance&lt;br /&gt;is SO much more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;even if i don't have theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i want make a radical difference in this world&lt;br /&gt;won't there be many people who are always against me?&lt;br /&gt;won't i sometimes be required to stand "alone"?&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;to LOVE God and fear Him&lt;br /&gt;more than the opinions of this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8233014952834927834</id><published>2010-06-05T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T07:23:29.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but that wasn't the end of the story...</title><content type='html'>this is a sequel post to my previous post titled,&lt;br /&gt;"i hate shopping"&lt;br /&gt;i didn't plan on it being a prequel&lt;br /&gt;but God said otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;so here is the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started running again.&lt;br /&gt;i started with 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;and then 4.&lt;br /&gt;now i run 5 miles on a...&lt;br /&gt;semi-regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing short of a miracle&lt;br /&gt;because my attitude towards exercise&lt;br /&gt;has been one of disgust&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents always insisted that regular exercise&lt;br /&gt;is VITAL. even if my first priority is studies.&lt;br /&gt;i've slowly learned this my own way.&lt;br /&gt;since my last post,&lt;br /&gt;a series of very fortunate events&lt;br /&gt;has unfolded&lt;br /&gt;to make me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;and see things with a new attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i remembered a sermon my cousin gave (hes a youth pastor)&lt;br /&gt;about spiritual disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;he included daily exercise as one.&lt;br /&gt;his argument:&lt;br /&gt;if you're not willing to invest in your physical health&lt;br /&gt;and go out and exercise regularly,&lt;br /&gt;you're probably not going to be opening up the Bible&lt;br /&gt;and investing time reading and studying it.&lt;br /&gt;while this logic is not completely accurate,&lt;br /&gt;i got the gist of what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;and i found that to be true in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i needed to know God's theology about exercise.&lt;br /&gt;so i did my own Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;on laziness. and body.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept seeing over and over again&lt;br /&gt;the themes of&lt;br /&gt;a) laziness = foolish&lt;br /&gt;and b) i should be taking care of my body&lt;br /&gt;because tis the place Jesus resides in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i ran into my high school&lt;br /&gt;softball coach//basketball coach//cisco teacher//lifelong mentor&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. a week ago... or so.&lt;br /&gt;i might mention that&lt;br /&gt;he's one of the few teachers i've known since middle school&lt;br /&gt;and one of the even fewer Christ-centered teachers of daegu.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the same church for yearrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;he's such an awesome person,&lt;br /&gt;he's always looked after my sister and me&lt;br /&gt;since.. forever. and i really value his advice.&lt;br /&gt;we talked for like 30 minutes in the PX.&lt;br /&gt;and at one point he asked me if i did any sports.&lt;br /&gt;and, in order not to be rebuked, i said i did im softball.&lt;br /&gt;and he said,&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah? that's good. it's always mind, body, soul.&lt;br /&gt;you know at a place like your school,&lt;br /&gt;all they emphasize is mind, mind, mind.&lt;br /&gt;but you need that balance: mind, body, and soul."&lt;br /&gt;it was such a 7th-grade health class lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but when he said it,&lt;br /&gt;it was an epiphany for me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i struggled so much the past year.&lt;br /&gt;because i hadn't invested in my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the guest room, aka my room, in my parents house&lt;br /&gt;has a dresser full of my sister and my clothes,&lt;br /&gt;leftovers of what we couldn't take with us to college.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting on the bed one day&lt;br /&gt;when i looked on top of that dresser&lt;br /&gt;and saw all the trophies.&lt;br /&gt;and the three big plaques on it were mine.&lt;br /&gt;and all three of them were for my hs achievements&lt;br /&gt;in none other than cross country.&lt;br /&gt;MVP, Scholar-Athelete, All-Conference&lt;br /&gt;for TWO years, each.&lt;br /&gt;my collection of bling in my 5 years of varsity running...&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to brag,&lt;br /&gt;but dude, i was FAST.&lt;br /&gt;one of the top 15 girl runners in all of Korea for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;AND valedictorian of my school.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the other girls hated me.&lt;br /&gt;and it was when i looked back on that time&lt;br /&gt;that i realized that God had done something&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE in my life.&lt;br /&gt;how crazy is it that i enjoyed RUNNING,&lt;br /&gt;of all things, and had excelled in it.&lt;br /&gt;the thing that so many other people detest.&lt;br /&gt;i learned so many lessons through it&lt;br /&gt;and it was so much a part of who i am&lt;br /&gt;that i even wrote my college admissions essay about it.&lt;br /&gt;and even though during hs,&lt;br /&gt;running replaced Jesus in my life,&lt;br /&gt;running gave me a goal, a great work ethic,&lt;br /&gt;and kept me sane and super positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through my recent runs,&lt;br /&gt;i realized it's still a passion that i have.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE racing.&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE training.&lt;br /&gt;timing myself,&lt;br /&gt;pushing myself to the limit,&lt;br /&gt;seeing myself become faster and faster...&lt;br /&gt;and when i run, i don't think of how hard it is&lt;br /&gt;and how tired i am.&lt;br /&gt;i think of life.  i pray.  i enjoyyy it.&lt;br /&gt;that's my time of relaxing&lt;br /&gt;and receiving from God.&lt;br /&gt;i just think maybe this excitement&lt;br /&gt;and desire to run is God-given.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe God still wants to do something with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with an open mind and open heart,&lt;br /&gt;i've started training.&lt;br /&gt;not because i want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;for a triathlon, i say.&lt;br /&gt;but for what?&lt;br /&gt;i actually don't know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm training to run the race of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8233014952834927834?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8233014952834927834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/but-that-wasnt-end-of-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8233014952834927834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8233014952834927834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/06/but-that-wasnt-end-of-story.html' title='but that wasn&apos;t the end of the story...'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5639848766918470334</id><published>2010-05-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:21:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate shopping.</title><content type='html'>today, my mom and i went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;my first korea shopping experience in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and during this 3 hour endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;i came to a series of questions//frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- why must i be skinny or try to lose weight&lt;br /&gt;to fit into fashionable clothes?&lt;br /&gt;why is there a right weight and a right body size?&lt;br /&gt;and why does it matter that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strive&lt;/span&gt; to meet that ideal?&lt;br /&gt;i gained a lot of weight in the past school year.&lt;br /&gt;so much to the point that i am SO ashamed of my body.&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw my parents at the airport,&lt;br /&gt;the first thing my dad said to me was,&lt;br /&gt;"you gained a lot of weight, aileen, you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first time that my parents tell me to work out&lt;br /&gt;and they're SERIOUS. and they keep insisting. on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;this has never happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;i was always the skinny one of the family.&lt;br /&gt;i was the dog who they fed their scraps to.&lt;br /&gt;i was the one they tried to tempt with junk food late at night.&lt;br /&gt;and this fact. my shame. and the source of it.&lt;br /&gt;kept coming up as i tried on dress after dress&lt;br /&gt;at the department store today, and found that i couldn't fit into many.&lt;br /&gt;and then theres the fact that korean clothes sizes range from&lt;br /&gt;size 0 to size 5 in ladies.&lt;br /&gt;and i was constantly reminded that i'm not a "korean lady".&lt;br /&gt;and honestly sometimes, i wish that i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - so why does it matter if i dress fashionably or not?&lt;br /&gt;why does it matter so much what i wear?&lt;br /&gt;why is it so important that i have the trendiest outfits?&lt;br /&gt;and why do i feel so inferior when i feel like i'm under-dressed?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to dress like im an adult now that im 20,&lt;br /&gt;and WHO decided that 20-year-olds must dress a certain way?&lt;br /&gt;i've realized that...&lt;br /&gt;i am a product of the fashion ideals of mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;taking whatever scraps they hand me, left and right,&lt;br /&gt;listening to what they think i should wear and&lt;br /&gt;filling my closet with such clothes they would approve of.&lt;br /&gt;because, as i always say, "i suck at fashion."&lt;br /&gt;but today, i got to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;why do i need to be bossed around about what i wear?&lt;br /&gt;why does it matter if my clothes fit&lt;br /&gt;what my mom think is "fashionable" or "classy" or not?&lt;br /&gt;throughout my years of shopping with mom and sister,&lt;br /&gt;their lace-loving, black and white, vest and big-shirt styles,&lt;br /&gt;i'd had my medium of expression of self suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;if everyone has style,&lt;br /&gt;then doesn't that mean that i have my own, as well?&lt;br /&gt;and if i do, who actually cares what other people say?&lt;br /&gt;but i look at the clothes that i wear now.&lt;br /&gt;and see what the more fashionable people around me wear.&lt;br /&gt;and i think, "dang, i wish i could dress like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - i'm so broken.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of issues. things i always struggle with.&lt;br /&gt;self image, ethnic identity, consumerism... to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;i think that all of the frustrations listed above&lt;br /&gt;hide in them deeper frustrations i have with myself.&lt;br /&gt;things like...&lt;br /&gt;not being able to love myself how i am,&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out how korean or how american i am,&lt;br /&gt;feeling inferior to my sister,&lt;br /&gt;trying to live out justice... to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;and because of my deep struggles,&lt;br /&gt;even mundane, everyday things like shopping bother me&lt;br /&gt;and rub me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;when they shouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5639848766918470334?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5639848766918470334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5639848766918470334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5639848766918470334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-shopping.html' title='i hate shopping.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5657264706246744427</id><published>2010-05-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:11:58.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to play in the ocean...</title><content type='html'>i came to the realization. that.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've NEVER missed a major IV retreat/conference.&lt;br /&gt;nso, fall con, doc, urbana, apa, sup, chapter camp...&lt;br /&gt;heard of it? i've been there.&lt;br /&gt;at least once.&lt;br /&gt;if IV were school, i'd have perfect attendance.&lt;br /&gt;and an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first retreat that i've missed.&lt;br /&gt;and it happens to be the HUGEST retreat of the year...&lt;br /&gt;man oh man. what a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda sad, i'm not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried, just a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;because those places are where relationships are strengthened&lt;br /&gt;and new relationships are formed&lt;br /&gt;as well as where a wellspring of inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;and millions of memories are made...&lt;br /&gt;only accessible to those who have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the FIRST TIME,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a part of that...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've become an outsider in the IV community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;when i look up from this screen.&lt;br /&gt;and SEE, with my own two eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and remember where i am.&lt;br /&gt;i have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see how God has blessed my parents.&lt;br /&gt;even this house is SUCH a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;we're on the 15th floor,&lt;br /&gt;and our living room wall has HUGE windows&lt;br /&gt;that overlook the Pacific Ocean and Busan Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;i can even hear the waves crash against the rocks&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;and my home church in 대구&lt;br /&gt;and the people i consider my family there.&lt;br /&gt;it will be so good to see them.&lt;br /&gt;and my social studies//history teacher&lt;br /&gt;i've known since 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;it will be oh SO wonderful to see her, too.&lt;br /&gt;and talk to her about the history classes i've taken in college.&lt;br /&gt;and even just the opportunity in july to&lt;br /&gt;GO to the philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think though...&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i haven't done what is expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;(which would be to go to chapter camp)&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm wondering.&lt;br /&gt;'do i truly believe that God will work&lt;br /&gt;regardless of me--my decisions,&lt;br /&gt;my situations, my expectations?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will He still speak to me here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most memorable parts of chapter camp last year&lt;br /&gt;was when we had a retreat into silence for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the beach of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;after taking a walk around the lake.&lt;br /&gt;with God.&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;br /&gt;and God spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe... the first ever recorded time in my life&lt;br /&gt;where i distinctly remember hearing God's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... maybe the truth is that.&lt;br /&gt;it's not really the new friends,&lt;br /&gt;new inside jokes, new memories that i'm scared to miss.&lt;br /&gt;but an opportunity for God to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;that i'm scared i'll miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, though,&lt;br /&gt;God is trying to teach me that...&lt;br /&gt;He'll do it. and He is bound-less, limit-less.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need a retreat to tell me what He wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;maybe He wants to break my idea of Him&lt;br /&gt;and expand it into a larger one.&lt;br /&gt;maybe He just wants me to hang out with Him at home.&lt;br /&gt;or dance with Him in my huge living room&lt;br /&gt;or go swim with Him in the ocean that's become my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;maybe He just wants me to BE with Him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5657264706246744427?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1020699094081019490</id><published>2010-05-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:43:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im too blessed.</title><content type='html'>Says Chris Luo in our time of affirmations for U1sg leaders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeah, like everyone else said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I think you're a very &lt;span&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt; person, Aileen.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Intense I am,&lt;br /&gt;and intense I shall be... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1020699094081019490?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1020699094081019490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-too-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1020699094081019490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1020699094081019490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-too-blessed.html' title='im too blessed.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6568603302520559971</id><published>2010-05-15T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:19:41.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz this makes me smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S-5ZF8yy98I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vFRt5gG7w74/s1600/chatwithjoshyared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S-5ZF8yy98I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vFRt5gG7w74/s320/chatwithjoshyared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471408556055132098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S-5X8XnmGAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JgMJdw_5Yhg/s1600/chatwithjoshyared.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what goes on on my ichats at 1 in the mornnnnn. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6568603302520559971?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6568603302520559971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuz-this-makes-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6568603302520559971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6568603302520559971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuz-this-makes-me-smile.html' title='cuz this makes me smile!'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S-5ZF8yy98I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vFRt5gG7w74/s72-c/chatwithjoshyared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4374048757476733874</id><published>2010-05-06T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:49:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatSUP yo! - a reflection</title><content type='html'>finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning: this is a long one.&lt;br /&gt;but don't say i didn't warn you.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i didn't realize the full extent of what SUP meant to me&lt;br /&gt;until today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my SUP story was NOT FULLY ACTIVATED&lt;br /&gt;until AFTER the experience itself. and like. a month and half later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;i had very little expectations of SUP&lt;br /&gt;because... i had been looking forward to spring break&lt;br /&gt;when i would be able to get away from classes&lt;br /&gt;and the business of sg leading and running around.&lt;br /&gt;and just stop.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;and actually.&lt;br /&gt;i was a little bitter.&lt;br /&gt;well.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;i was REALLY bitter.&lt;br /&gt;because everyone else got to GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;and i could not.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want to stick around.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i sacrificed SO MUCH for sg leading.&lt;br /&gt;and not having been home since last summer&lt;br /&gt;was taking its toll on me... in the form of bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;i was just REALLY upset.&lt;br /&gt;that... life didn't go how i wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i always got the short end of the stick.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want to be in berkeley.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to be at sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to be anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to hide and be at "home"&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what "home" meant to me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;or even where my "home" was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so me going to SUP&lt;br /&gt;was me fulfilling my duty as a sg leader.&lt;br /&gt;and also me doing what was expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;and me just being bitter against God&lt;br /&gt;and saying. "okay.&lt;br /&gt;well since i can't go home,&lt;br /&gt;i might as well go to SERVE.&lt;br /&gt;since i'm being miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well go all out."&lt;br /&gt;and while SUP was SO good.&lt;br /&gt;and i learned oh SO much there&lt;br /&gt;and had a lot of my questions answered.&lt;br /&gt;inside, i harbored a LOT of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;and that especially came out when...&lt;br /&gt;we had campus sharing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;i struggled that time because...&lt;br /&gt;my image of God wasn't FULL&lt;br /&gt;and my idea of leadership was distorted.&lt;br /&gt;i measured a good leader as equal to one who serves&lt;br /&gt;and DOES a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;and id just put so much stock in my identity as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i ALWAYS needed to DO things.&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;i felt like the things we discussed at SUP&lt;br /&gt;were things i had already learned about before,&lt;br /&gt;had wrestled with,&lt;br /&gt;and felt like i had failed&lt;br /&gt;because i could not fully carry out what i had learned&lt;br /&gt;and my expectations about them had not been met...&lt;br /&gt;and then to hear other people from Berks&lt;br /&gt;say that they want to try all these new things&lt;br /&gt;and just be so in awe&lt;br /&gt;and so inspired by our SUP community...&lt;br /&gt;that made me upset and angry.&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;they hadn't tried to help us out before&lt;br /&gt;when WE attempted them!&lt;br /&gt;it just seemed so unfair&lt;br /&gt;cuz us, leaders, had been working so hard for ivccf&lt;br /&gt;while other people hadn't cared before&lt;br /&gt;and then now those people who hadn't cared&lt;br /&gt;were finding so much joy and inspiration&lt;br /&gt;while I, who had worked so hard, found hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;i was oh so resentful. maybe even jealous.&lt;br /&gt;so even after coming back from SUP,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't say that i had a life-changing experience&lt;br /&gt;like a lot of other people could.&lt;br /&gt;because to me,&lt;br /&gt;SUP was just a good time of fellowship,&lt;br /&gt;rediscovering old truths,&lt;br /&gt;seeing kingdom values lived out,&lt;br /&gt;and just meeting new folks and forming relationships.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it was a big deal, but in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't life altering or life changing.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is why i felt no need to blog about SUP before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to merced.&lt;br /&gt;it was a spontaneous endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, one throughout which&lt;br /&gt;i just TRUSTED God, and said,&lt;br /&gt;you make all things work together for my good.&lt;br /&gt;and if you want us to go to Merced, you will get us there.&lt;br /&gt;and God really followed through.&lt;br /&gt;and not only did He take us there,&lt;br /&gt;but He revealed so much to me through the trip itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized the LOVE and ENTHUSIASM&lt;br /&gt;and just APPRECIATION we have for one another.&lt;br /&gt;and its been truly a blessing to be able to partake in that.&lt;br /&gt;i saw that even when i wasn't faithful to God--&lt;br /&gt;my attitude when i was going to SUP and afterwards--&lt;br /&gt;God was still SO faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;and He really just brought my whole year together&lt;br /&gt;through this one visit.&lt;br /&gt;and i really just. feel.. ready.&lt;br /&gt;to take on anything. to pour out into everything.&lt;br /&gt;and oh SO inspired. to give my 100%.&lt;br /&gt;to live freely, and to live fully.&lt;br /&gt;and really just experience God's lavish love for us&lt;br /&gt;by SHARING it with others:&lt;br /&gt;no bounds,&lt;br /&gt;no expectations,&lt;br /&gt;no strings attached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what i am trying to say is.&lt;br /&gt;i am living proof that God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;He really has brought me through. thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;and He really has worked out ALL things together. for.my.good.&lt;br /&gt;even when i didn't see or realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not just a post to ramble on and on about SUP,&lt;br /&gt;emphasizing how AMAZING it was (which is true)&lt;br /&gt;and how good it is to be able to see the SUPpers again. (also true)&lt;br /&gt;but to really THANK YOU who are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY love God.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY love ALL of you.&lt;br /&gt;yes. ALL of you. nondiscriminant of SUP experience.&lt;br /&gt;because without those around me.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have been able to experience&lt;br /&gt;and materialize HIS love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;YOU have been the answer to my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;and i can say with confidence that&lt;br /&gt;God ANSWERS PRAYERS!&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure He's answered&lt;br /&gt;every single one of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready and excited for more!&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've finally found a place i can call "home"&lt;br /&gt;even away from home.&lt;br /&gt;..i'll just leave it at that. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4374048757476733874?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4374048757476733874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/whatsup-yo-reflection.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4374048757476733874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4374048757476733874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/05/whatsup-yo-reflection.html' title='whatSUP yo! - a reflection'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5114686753653561229</id><published>2010-04-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:56:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not cool.</title><content type='html'>this morning&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking into ramona's&lt;br /&gt;i ran into a guy walking out&lt;br /&gt;probably b/c my peripheral vision&lt;br /&gt;through my glasses is not good&lt;br /&gt;and i was very disturbed that my umbrella was broken.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i think he spilled his coffee&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i was like, "i'm so sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;and he said,&lt;br /&gt;"hey WATCH IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it bad that i expected him to say,&lt;br /&gt;"it's okay. my bad!" ?&lt;br /&gt;and his actual response really bothered me?&lt;br /&gt;i guess its sad that&lt;br /&gt;i fail to acknowledge the legitimacy of&lt;br /&gt;other peoples' bad days//moods&lt;br /&gt;yet i have bad days of my own&lt;br /&gt;ALLL the TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5114686753653561229?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5114686753653561229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and awesome things i reflected on in the past week,&lt;br /&gt;but there is something more pressing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;er... in my head.&lt;br /&gt;this deep throbbing&lt;br /&gt;that won't relent.&lt;br /&gt;and this suffocating feeling in my sinuses&lt;br /&gt;that won't let go of me.&lt;br /&gt;it's this sickness&lt;br /&gt;that i feel like i've been wrestling with for weeks&lt;br /&gt;and weeks&lt;br /&gt;and weeks&lt;br /&gt;and weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think prior to this experience,&lt;br /&gt;i used to think of sickness as somewhat of a cool thing.&lt;br /&gt;a kind of accessory that you wear&lt;br /&gt;once a year,&lt;br /&gt;maybe twice if you're so unfortunate...&lt;br /&gt;but something that gives you a good excuse&lt;br /&gt;and preferential treatment&lt;br /&gt;or possibly the exact opposite of preferential treatment.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, even though...&lt;br /&gt;a nasally voice, congested sinuses, and achey, coughey throat&lt;br /&gt;are all very annoying things,&lt;br /&gt;i did not complain too much about being sick.&lt;br /&gt;i might even dare to say that i enjoyed being sick.&lt;br /&gt;i never took medicine,&lt;br /&gt;and just let the natural course of my sickness&lt;br /&gt;have its way in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NOT SO with this current sickness.&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;br /&gt;i've been sick for almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure there is something abnormal there.&lt;br /&gt;and secondly,&lt;br /&gt;not only do i have a stuffy nose,&lt;br /&gt;and achey throat,&lt;br /&gt;i have this throbbing pain in my head&lt;br /&gt;that will NOT go away, no matter what i do.&lt;br /&gt;i sit down, it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;i lay down, it throbs even harder.&lt;br /&gt;i stand up, and my head is about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;i pray and pray and pray.&lt;br /&gt;yet all i want to do is lay in bed and sleep&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have to feel this dull, throbbing pain&lt;br /&gt;that won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i am so distracted from my studies&lt;br /&gt;and everything else i need and WANT so badly to do.&lt;br /&gt;simply by this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;this pain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;may sakit ng ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;and for once i DON'T WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free from this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;i see now.&lt;br /&gt;being sick is NOT cool in any way whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;it is life preventing and life hindering.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm willing to do anything to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;i've constantly been taking drugs - tylenol, nyquil, emergen-C...&lt;br /&gt;and without a doubt, i will go to the Tang when it opens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of this just makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;how about those who have lived with sickness&lt;br /&gt;all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;the kind of sickness they can never get rid of?&lt;br /&gt;i have the option of getting better,&lt;br /&gt;but what about those who don't?&lt;br /&gt;i complain about a little headache,&lt;br /&gt;but what about the bigger pains in life&lt;br /&gt;that millions of others suffer from?&lt;br /&gt;even as i type this,&lt;br /&gt;i think of my sister,&lt;br /&gt;who hasn't been as blessed with good health&lt;br /&gt;as i have been.&lt;br /&gt;she's lived with asthma and allergies of all different kinds,&lt;br /&gt;and even a weak immune system, all her life.&lt;br /&gt;and i would be so annoyed with her&lt;br /&gt;always coughing and blowing her nose.&lt;br /&gt;but actually,&lt;br /&gt;that is me right now.&lt;br /&gt;and i had no room to condemn her of her sickness.&lt;br /&gt;just because i was blessed with better health.&lt;br /&gt;and it was not even by her own choice that she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i am in pain right now&lt;br /&gt;and feeling very inadequate&lt;br /&gt;and very worried about this 4 pg essay i need to write...&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for blessing me.&lt;br /&gt;because with one experience,&lt;br /&gt;i am better able to understand&lt;br /&gt;and feel&lt;br /&gt;the pain of so many others&lt;br /&gt;than i had ever been able to before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1545555061357227088?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1545555061357227088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1545555061357227088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1545555061357227088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickness.html' title='sickness'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1451327937590057870</id><published>2010-03-14T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:50:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-it of a plump and greedy old 부자</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;i DEMAND answers.&lt;br /&gt;and i DEMAND justice.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely NEED to know.&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1451327937590057870?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-9153651120437337974</id><published>2010-02-24T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:43:11.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunger</title><content type='html'>the only thing worse than hunger pains is&lt;br /&gt;the pain of fullness on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;and the heavyness of the weight&lt;br /&gt;gained as a result of a society built on&lt;br /&gt;food, food, and more produced abundance&lt;br /&gt;off which i live.&lt;br /&gt;because the burden of hunger is light.&lt;br /&gt;but the burden of fullness is nothing but HEAVY.&lt;br /&gt;because this food brings me guilt.&lt;br /&gt;this food of HAVING while others DONT.&lt;br /&gt;i despise any semblance of first-world culture&lt;br /&gt;that i own&lt;br /&gt;and wear&lt;br /&gt;and partake in&lt;br /&gt;down to my chubby body and the korean glasses on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;because while others are dying&lt;br /&gt;i sit here and complain&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not skinny enough&lt;br /&gt;that i have to wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;i complain of my overabundance.&lt;br /&gt;and that is very disturbing&lt;br /&gt;and very distracting to me.&lt;br /&gt;distracting to my goal,&lt;br /&gt;purpose,&lt;br /&gt;task.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am radical.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i would rather have nothing&lt;br /&gt;and live in love.&lt;br /&gt;rather than have much&lt;br /&gt;and live in hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;i am here.&lt;br /&gt;i have much.&lt;br /&gt;i am FULL.&lt;br /&gt;and i should equip myself.&lt;br /&gt;to be even more FULL.&lt;br /&gt;not in the physical sense.&lt;br /&gt;but in a spiritual&lt;br /&gt;and mental sense.&lt;br /&gt;so that when i do ever end up empty.&lt;br /&gt;in an empty desert with no resources.&lt;br /&gt;i can tap into the deepest parts of my fullness&lt;br /&gt;and let that come flowing out&lt;br /&gt;filling me&lt;br /&gt;and overflowing to others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i be as full as a plump and greedy old 부자,&lt;br /&gt;but eat with the hunger of a 거지.&lt;br /&gt;partaking in the most delicious of fruits of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;thus becoming equipped to produce seeds of my own&lt;br /&gt;so that i may teach the least of those to grow trees&lt;br /&gt;from my seeds&lt;br /&gt;and indulge in the fruits of their abundance&lt;br /&gt;through me.&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, may all of my glory go to God&lt;br /&gt;the creator and orchestrator of all things.&lt;br /&gt;who's the one who made me the plump, greedy old 부자 to begin with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-9153651120437337974?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-322284205151947483</id><published>2010-02-20T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:52:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like sympathy or pity</title><content type='html'>i just like to share my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't like to keep my dark secrets hidden in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;they are not to make others feel bad for me&lt;br /&gt;or feel like they can relate to me.&lt;br /&gt;this might happen.&lt;br /&gt;but that is not my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;besides.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone can fully ever understand&lt;br /&gt;or be able to relate to my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;i am a unique individual.&lt;br /&gt;under my own unique set of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling very very sick lately.&lt;br /&gt;both physically, mentally, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pressed by all that i see the need for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;and about the fact that i never seem to get enough time&lt;br /&gt;for everything that i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick from being so far away from home&lt;br /&gt;and having been away for so long.&lt;br /&gt;and what makes me even sicker&lt;br /&gt;is the fact that&lt;br /&gt;even if i go back,&lt;br /&gt;i might not feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because i feel utterly alone&lt;br /&gt;in this struggle.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because no one will ever&lt;br /&gt;really understand what i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's not that others around me are&lt;br /&gt;insensitive or careless to me...&lt;br /&gt;whenever people mention something about their home,&lt;br /&gt;something is stirred in me.&lt;br /&gt;a sort of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and envy&lt;br /&gt;and plain old SICKness.&lt;br /&gt;because YOUR home is closer than mine.&lt;br /&gt;you have no room to attest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;and where am i going?&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;what is all of this mean anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because i don't think anything can cure me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to go home to korea,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if that's where my home and heart is.&lt;br /&gt;sure, that is where my parents are.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss them with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;but where is MY home?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because i'm afraid i might not have a home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick because i'm afraid i might not have a place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hide.&lt;br /&gt;in my room.&lt;br /&gt;in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;that is not even my own.&lt;br /&gt;in my covers and soft blankets.&lt;br /&gt;and in food. and eating.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;in my room.&lt;br /&gt;these are the only things that bring me comfort these days.&lt;br /&gt;but even in the midst of these comforts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;and these tears&lt;br /&gt;bring me back into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;where i cry&lt;br /&gt;and consider how this MUST be a trick of the devil&lt;br /&gt;and how can i defeat him?&lt;br /&gt;he knows me so well,&lt;br /&gt;even my darkest little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;and my deepest desires.&lt;br /&gt;so even in my hiding,&lt;br /&gt;i realize im exposed.&lt;br /&gt;and i curl up even tighter&lt;br /&gt;and pull my covers a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;and pray that Jesus wrap his arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;and hold me.&lt;br /&gt;and be with me.&lt;br /&gt;because only if that is true,&lt;br /&gt;will i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my tiny little brain&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;and he is Almighty&lt;br /&gt;and he is WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;and he will comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;but its been so hard to believe that these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all of my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure when i will be strong enough to just BE.&lt;br /&gt;when will i have the faith that will move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;when will i be able to disappoint the devil.&lt;br /&gt;when will i discover Paul's secret&lt;br /&gt;of being content whether in full or in need?&lt;br /&gt;because i feel i am always in need.&lt;br /&gt;and never content.&lt;br /&gt;but if my Jesus is for me,&lt;br /&gt;who can be against me?&lt;br /&gt;and how come my mind and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;do not align with my supposed beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;and why do i keep failing in this way&lt;br /&gt;weekend&lt;br /&gt;after weekend&lt;br /&gt;after weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-322284205151947483?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8580051804210182674</id><published>2010-02-15T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:55:56.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about love, love, love</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to share my lover's&lt;br /&gt;valentines day gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kW0wah8nI/AAAAAAAAABg/IWKWdJJ2egE/s1600-h/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kW0wah8nI/AAAAAAAAABg/IWKWdJJ2egE/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438403120631771762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kZEGUWdeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Iy-vlXJMz5w/s1600-h/IMG_3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kZEGUWdeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Iy-vlXJMz5w/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438405583232726498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kZfNkHqII/AAAAAAAAACo/sxEJmuOwGf8/s1600-h/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kZfNkHqII/AAAAAAAAACo/sxEJmuOwGf8/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438406049034381442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these photos definitely DO NOT do the scene justice.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a beautiful and glorious sight.&lt;br /&gt;and here is a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ♥  day.&lt;br /&gt;every day. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S3kXuA-OoJI/AAAAAAAAACA/1CS5gVsugD0/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8580051804210182674?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8580051804210182674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-about-love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-236440818361582218</id><published>2010-02-09T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:06:31.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reMINDers</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;i saw my drivers license for the first time&lt;br /&gt;in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and what i saw on it shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the front,&lt;br /&gt;in red,&lt;br /&gt;it says,&lt;br /&gt;'AGE 21 IN 2010'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shocked me because&lt;br /&gt;it IS 2010.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be 21 this year...&lt;br /&gt;in 9 months, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;oh MY.&lt;br /&gt;definitely not a kid anymore. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-236440818361582218?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/236440818361582218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/236440818361582218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/236440818361582218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminders.html' title='reMINDers'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8219966335413426574</id><published>2010-02-05T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:53:36.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTAL control</title><content type='html'>dang, i must look STUPID to God.&lt;br /&gt;i must look SO FOOLISH!&lt;br /&gt;i just learned the grace of a parent's love.&lt;br /&gt;God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put it into context...&lt;br /&gt;i've had a somewhat revolutionary day...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exactly sure when it started,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pretty sure that it began in my tagalog class&lt;br /&gt;when my professor was advertising&lt;br /&gt;southeast asian studies as a major/minor.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, "DANG i would LOVE that!"&lt;br /&gt;but i only thought of it for 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;cuz if i continued on this current doublemajorinurbanandlegalstudies path,&lt;br /&gt;i had NO TIME to major or minor&lt;br /&gt;or even continue taking tagalog classes.&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes into my history of southeast asia class,&lt;br /&gt;i thought, "WOW, this stuff INTERESTS me.&lt;br /&gt;i would LOVE to study this ALL DAY LONG."&lt;br /&gt;history usually puts me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i'm always SO awake for my history 111b classes...&lt;br /&gt;and so i began to think.&lt;br /&gt;why NOT?&lt;br /&gt;what's keeping me from just studying southeast asia?&lt;br /&gt;and its PEOPLE.?&lt;br /&gt;because that's actually what i LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered my current path:&lt;br /&gt;my doublemajorinurbanandlegalstudies path.&lt;br /&gt;and then i wondered what major could possibly&lt;br /&gt;let me study what i actually WANT to study.&lt;br /&gt;already long story short,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go for an interdisciplinary studies major.&lt;br /&gt;specifically, international law and human rights... for now.&lt;br /&gt;with an emphasis in southeast asia region.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped studio.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped urban studies.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped legal studies. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i can't quite say that my decision came slowly&lt;br /&gt;and very patiently&lt;br /&gt;with much prayer and thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm known to act on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;but this one. i had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;my studio class is tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;basically, all the arrows pointed to me dropping it.&lt;br /&gt;now. today. this moment. fast.&lt;br /&gt;but also very prayerfully.&lt;br /&gt;and then i wanted to tell my parents.&lt;br /&gt;because usually i can tell when i'm on God's path or not&lt;br /&gt;because my parents either support me.&lt;br /&gt;or they don't.&lt;br /&gt;so i called my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;she was so happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;so was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;they told me how they had&lt;br /&gt;never thought urban design was right for me.&lt;br /&gt;and they had wanted to tell me to quit it&lt;br /&gt;so many months ago&lt;br /&gt;when i had been crying my eyes out about&lt;br /&gt;not being good enough&lt;br /&gt;and struggling to get by in school and studio...&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is.&lt;br /&gt;they DIDNT.&lt;br /&gt;all because i had loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;at that time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he didn't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;because he knows i'm the kind of person&lt;br /&gt;who needs to find out for myself&lt;br /&gt;or else i would have regrets in the future.&lt;br /&gt;they TRUSTED that God would lead me on the good path&lt;br /&gt;and they TRUSTED that i would be listening and obey.&lt;br /&gt;how mind-blowing!&lt;br /&gt;all this time,&lt;br /&gt;as i was running around,&lt;br /&gt;trashing my body with starvation and coffee,&lt;br /&gt;getting by on not enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;and trying so hard to do something that's not for me&lt;br /&gt;and in the end would not really benefit me much&lt;br /&gt;and ALL THAT MONEY that went into that major!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;they just sat by and watched...&lt;br /&gt;wordlessly.&lt;br /&gt;bringing up the possibility time and again.&lt;br /&gt;but never saying it flat out...&lt;br /&gt;letting me make this HUGE mistake.&lt;br /&gt;a very COSTLY one, at that.&lt;br /&gt;just because they love me.&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought, "i must look so foolish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;i thought, "DANG, i must look SO FOOLISh to God."&lt;br /&gt;this must be how God sees us ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;whenever we are going around and messing up our lives.&lt;br /&gt;we must look so silly.&lt;br /&gt;and so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;trying to get by on decisions that we think are for us.&lt;br /&gt;when actually they are not.&lt;br /&gt;but the whole time He's watching,&lt;br /&gt;He knows, ultimately, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;He knows the outcome, BUT!&lt;br /&gt;He lets us make those mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;He lets us screw ourselves over.&lt;br /&gt;He lets us find out for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;He LETS us do whatever we want&lt;br /&gt;even if those things not good for us.&lt;br /&gt;How crazy!&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;the fact that God would trust this world to man.&lt;br /&gt;such love and grace and trust.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely cannot wrap my head around.&lt;br /&gt;because if i were God,&lt;br /&gt;i would not trust man with such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another scary thought:&lt;br /&gt;my parents are becoming more and more like God...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8219966335413426574?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8219966335413426574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/parental-control.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8219966335413426574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8219966335413426574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/02/parental-control.html' title='PARENTAL control'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6470468054505955978</id><published>2010-01-30T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:45:25.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding in honesty</title><content type='html'>how long must i pray, must i pray to you?&lt;br /&gt;how long must i wait, must i wait for you?&lt;br /&gt;how long til i see your face, see you shining through?&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my knees, begging you to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my knees, father will you turn to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one tear in the driving rain, one voice in a sea of pain&lt;br /&gt;could the maker of the stars hear the sound of my breaking heart?&lt;br /&gt;one light, that's all i am. right now i can barely stand.&lt;br /&gt;if you're everything you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;won't you come close and hold my heart. &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---tenth avenue north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2214617852599125163-6470468054505955978?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6470468054505955978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/01/honest-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6470468054505955978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6470468054505955978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/01/honest-lyrics.html' title='hiding in honesty'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-9024926924216646179</id><published>2010-01-24T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:13:26.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand up. speak up.</title><content type='html'>"Seeking justice and&lt;br /&gt;respecting the image of God&lt;br /&gt;in everyone requires&lt;br /&gt;knowing when to speak up &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;when to gracefully stay silent."&lt;br /&gt;-Julie Clawson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a revolutionary idea.&lt;br /&gt;because we are not only called to love&lt;br /&gt;those who are in need of justice&lt;br /&gt;somewhere far, far away&lt;br /&gt;in a distance third-world nation.&lt;br /&gt;we are also called to love even those around us:&lt;br /&gt;the privileged, the comfortable, the ones who have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us think that&lt;br /&gt;God will send us to love the people&lt;br /&gt;in dire situations of Cambodia,&lt;br /&gt;when we can't even love the people&lt;br /&gt;in stressful situations around us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-9024926924216646179?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/9024926924216646179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-71644484914158811</id><published>2010-01-14T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:58:00.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you will experience greater things than these."</title><content type='html'>walking on water is my task.&lt;br /&gt;trusting in Jesus is my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;the winds of my failures&lt;br /&gt;and the waves of my imperfection&lt;br /&gt;                                                are my distractions.&lt;br /&gt;this world storms around me.&lt;br /&gt;but Jesus always remains constant.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;and holds out His hands&lt;br /&gt;to catch us when we think we're sinking.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "You of little faith,&lt;br /&gt;                 Why did you doubt?"&lt;br /&gt;because with Jesus, we can walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;and if&lt;br /&gt;walking on water is my task.&lt;br /&gt;and trusting in Jesus is my purpose&lt;br /&gt;then even the winds of my failures&lt;br /&gt;           and the waves of my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;                               cannot distract me.&lt;br /&gt;and though this world storms around me.&lt;br /&gt;one thing remains constant ---&lt;br /&gt;i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;walk on water,&lt;br /&gt;         in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-71644484914158811?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/71644484914158811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-will-experience-greater-things-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/71644484914158811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/71644484914158811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-will-experience-greater-things-than.html' title='&quot;you will experience greater things than these.&quot;'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-743756639848290668</id><published>2009-12-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:15:02.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first language</title><content type='html'>감사해요&lt;br /&gt;깨닿지 못했었는데&lt;br /&gt;내가 얼마나 소중한 존재라는것.&lt;br /&gt;태초부터 지금까지 하나님의 사랑은&lt;br /&gt;항상 날 향하고 있었다는것.&lt;br /&gt;고마워요&lt;br /&gt;그 사랑을 가르쳐준 당신께.&lt;br /&gt;주께서 허락하신 당신께.&lt;br /&gt;그리스도의 사랑으로 더욱 섬기며&lt;br /&gt;이제 나도 세상에 전하리라.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;당신은 사랑받기위해&lt;br /&gt;그리고 그 사랑 전하기위해.&lt;br /&gt;주께서 택하시고 이땅에 심으셨내&lt;br /&gt;또하나의 열매를 바라시며.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-743756639848290668?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/743756639848290668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/743756639848290668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/743756639848290668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-language.html' title='my first language'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5547289587943749386</id><published>2009-12-09T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:58:02.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>if you're going to make something of me&lt;br /&gt;can you do it soon, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i dont know how much more of this&lt;br /&gt;i can stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5547289587943749386?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5547289587943749386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/12/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5547289587943749386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5547289587943749386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/12/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5920865230759893099</id><published>2009-11-18T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:15:42.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude,</title><content type='html'>I'm not that girl anymore.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about my ex last night.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;to feel like I was back to where I had moved so far from.&lt;br /&gt;But!  I am proud to say&lt;br /&gt;that even in my dream,&lt;br /&gt;I made it VERY clear&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not that girl I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a new creation.&lt;br /&gt;With a new, divine purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I am new - inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I don't need to worry&lt;br /&gt;about being THAT girl again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5920865230759893099?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5920865230759893099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5920865230759893099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5920865230759893099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude.html' title='Dude,'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1549073315332977320</id><published>2009-11-07T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:43:31.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn.and.turn.?.</title><content type='html'>so i realized...&lt;br /&gt;that i have a way of burning my relationships sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;especially with guy-friends.&lt;br /&gt;er should i say ex-guy-friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to reconcile with that.&lt;br /&gt;cuz honestly...&lt;br /&gt;these guys take up so much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the reason why i found them annoying in the first place&lt;br /&gt;and decided to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;because i would rather do that&lt;br /&gt;than have the burden of having to be their "best friend"&lt;br /&gt;and listen to every problem that they have.&lt;br /&gt;and try to come up with ways to get past&lt;br /&gt;walls they have built up themselves,&lt;br /&gt;against other people,&lt;br /&gt;and argue with them for hours on end&lt;br /&gt;about how our viewpoints differ...&lt;br /&gt;cuz these are the kinds of guys who keep trying to consult me--&lt;br /&gt;guys i don't necessarily click with.&lt;br /&gt;but.... lately...&lt;br /&gt;hearing messages like:&lt;br /&gt;the gospel is for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;love your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;humility = sacrificing my rights so that others can get theirs....&lt;br /&gt;im sensing like.&lt;br /&gt;something needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;all those bridges that ive burned&lt;br /&gt;need to be built up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when you don't even WANT to be friends again?&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;you can't always love people you LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;but i mean...&lt;br /&gt;is there ever a limit to sacrifice??&lt;br /&gt;if being their friend means staying up late talking their issues out&lt;br /&gt;and possibly failing a class....&lt;br /&gt;are you supposed to sacrifice those grades??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me know,&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi ko alam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1549073315332977320?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1163496177309312739</id><published>2009-10-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:23:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first wish of the 20-year-old.</title><content type='html'>二十.이십.ishirini.veinte.vingt.dalawampung.twenty.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a while...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to deny that I'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Because with growing older comes&lt;br /&gt;more stress, pressures, and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to think that those things aren't relevant to me.&lt;br /&gt;Since I act like a kid... 100% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But even so... I think I'm now okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;MATURITY.&lt;br /&gt;how Henri Nouwen described it.&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;"But! Jesus has a different vision of MATURITY:&lt;br /&gt;It is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;willingness&lt;/span&gt; to be led&lt;br /&gt;where you would rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;NOT GO&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my wish for this year&lt;br /&gt;is... to represent this vision of MATURITY.&lt;br /&gt;If this is how Jesus views MATURITY,&lt;br /&gt;then I want to be have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; ability&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; willingness to be led.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; of a servant-leader.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be led to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; unknown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; undesireable, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; painful places.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be led &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; times into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; of those places.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just want &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-1163496177309312739?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1163496177309312739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-wish-of-20-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1163496177309312739'/><link 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style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so many reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DEATH&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now we love you...&lt;br /&gt;we love you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of seasons&lt;br /&gt;in VALLEYS &amp;amp; on TOP OF MOUNTAINS&lt;br /&gt;even now can we sing...&lt;br /&gt;we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are all i have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you are all i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6240386800230561603?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7295543059605722790</id><published>2009-10-19T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:15:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAiN[d]</title><content type='html'>so this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i had class at 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;when i left my room,&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't raining.&lt;br /&gt;it just looked partly cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;with no chance of rain.&lt;br /&gt;for circumstances that were unique to today&lt;br /&gt;i stayed on campus from 8 am to 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;and by the time it got around to 1:15 pm,&lt;br /&gt;it was raining pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my trek up to wurster from dwinelle&lt;br /&gt;at 2 pm, was slightly damp,&lt;br /&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole time i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"just one more hour, just one more hour.&lt;br /&gt;one more hour of being wet&lt;br /&gt;and i can go home."&lt;br /&gt;so class was bearable.&lt;br /&gt;even in soaked jeans and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had subconsciously assumed&lt;br /&gt;that by the time the hour was over,&lt;br /&gt;rain would have dwindled down...&lt;br /&gt;but that was the opposite of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;and so i had to,&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;adventure down through the rain to my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically,&lt;br /&gt;i walked through the rain today&lt;br /&gt;with my umbrella and rainboots&lt;br /&gt;IN MY CLOSET.&lt;br /&gt;in a jacket with no hood&lt;br /&gt;and rainbow flipflops.&lt;br /&gt;perfect reason to complain.&lt;br /&gt;and don't you worry, i did plenty of that--&lt;br /&gt;in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i actually i complained enough for 5 people--&lt;br /&gt;in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;so my whole walk back,&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about what i would post&lt;br /&gt;for the public to see so they would feel pity&lt;br /&gt;that i had all the equipment to survive a storm&lt;br /&gt;yet because i had a long day of classes,&lt;br /&gt;i was not able to use any of it,&lt;br /&gt;and i had to walk back in cold and wetness.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking how ridiculously slowwwww&lt;br /&gt;this girl in front of me in rainbow dotted rainboots were walking&lt;br /&gt;and how if i was her, i would walk faster&lt;br /&gt;and be more considerate of those who were wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND right in that moment&lt;br /&gt;as these thoughts were running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;faster than i was walking,&lt;br /&gt;my feet sunk down into my 100th puddle of the day,&lt;br /&gt;soaking thoroughly, my flipflops and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't anger that i felt,&lt;br /&gt;but rather suchh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered how much i had missed walking through puddles&lt;br /&gt;without rainboots&lt;br /&gt;and without an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;where my feet could feel the wetness&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;because rain was meant to be wet&lt;br /&gt;and i liked feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;and it was OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic, yea?&lt;br /&gt;that i had fought so hard to be dry&lt;br /&gt;and by doing so,&lt;br /&gt;i had missed out on what was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on that...&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but think i had grown up&lt;br /&gt;too much for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;rainboots and umbrellas are &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;especially on days when its flooding like noah's time&lt;br /&gt;and winding like the typhoons.&lt;br /&gt;but i became so caught in the comforts&lt;br /&gt;and confines of the dry and busy world&lt;br /&gt;that i forgot to stop sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to skip and play hopskotch.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what it is to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;whatever is being handed to me at the present.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i was stuck in this tunnel-vision world&lt;br /&gt;and if things didn't go the way i wanted it to,&lt;br /&gt;then i would get upset and fretful and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;and for what?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think life was meant to be lived this way.&lt;br /&gt;so although at first, it was more out of bitterness that i wanted to say this,&lt;br /&gt;now it is out of a genuine grateful heart, that i say,&lt;br /&gt;"thanks, God, for bringing me through rains&lt;br /&gt;with my rainboots and umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my room&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;i get it.    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-7295543059605722790?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7295543059605722790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/raind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7295543059605722790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7295543059605722790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/raind.html' title='RAiN[d]'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7656844940634501702</id><published>2009-10-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:23:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one moment...</title><content type='html'>So there are times&lt;br /&gt;when you look all around you.&lt;br /&gt;and notice everything that's happening...&lt;br /&gt;and it's all Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;God is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-7656844940634501702?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-5623672443687427114</id><published>2009-10-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:48:17.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>preptalk</title><content type='html'>i'm prepping for another longgggggg night in studio.&lt;br /&gt;and i know.&lt;br /&gt;that i will fail.&lt;br /&gt;that i will be lacking.&lt;br /&gt;that i will be criticized.&lt;br /&gt;that i will be let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite this.&lt;br /&gt;i am enough.&lt;br /&gt;because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and because i have meaning in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i will do all these things.&lt;br /&gt;and be glorious in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5623672443687427114?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5623672443687427114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/preptalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5623672443687427114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5623672443687427114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/preptalk.html' title='preptalk'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4197200879625594208</id><published>2009-10-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:20:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i most definitely AM NOT</title><content type='html'>so i'm feeling super convicted right now.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm super messed up.&lt;br /&gt;and i just keep seeing all the places where i fail.&lt;br /&gt;like i realized.&lt;br /&gt;that i am such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;cuz although i preach justice and mercy...&lt;br /&gt;i have none to spare for others.&lt;br /&gt;i play favorites.&lt;br /&gt;i don't love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i am biased.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about things that don't interest me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;i hear others, but i don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eager to express my opinions and talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;i waste so much time.&lt;br /&gt;i spend too much money.&lt;br /&gt;and i complain SO SO much.&lt;br /&gt;and for someone with a lot of complaints,&lt;br /&gt;i'm FORSURES lacking in action.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is not a good place to be.&lt;br /&gt;to wallow. and to sulk.&lt;br /&gt;but this is me right now.&lt;br /&gt;and this is really upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;because even after hearing SUCH a good word today.&lt;br /&gt;and having spent SUCH a good time with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i return to focusing on me.&lt;br /&gt;and how much i am lacking.&lt;br /&gt;and how things aren't going well for me...&lt;br /&gt;its as if i didn't learn anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not patient or longsuffering or enduring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trusting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not hoping.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not joyful.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is not enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;and this makes me want to lay down and CRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4197200879625594208?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4197200879625594208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-most-definitely-am-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4197200879625594208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4197200879625594208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-most-definitely-am-not.html' title='i most definitely AM NOT'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6546475153414582255</id><published>2009-10-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:49:42.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, mE, ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m amazed at how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; dwell on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you've talked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; recently,&lt;br /&gt;you would know...&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,&lt;br /&gt;the topics of all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; conversation&lt;br /&gt;comes straight back to one thing -- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, these days &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;can't have a normal conversation with other people&lt;br /&gt;in which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; express &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; love for them&lt;br /&gt;and how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;care about them&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m SO consumed in thoughts of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m SO caught up with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't think of anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just constantly catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;self&lt;br /&gt;talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. for SO long!&lt;br /&gt;And who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am hates who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am being.&lt;br /&gt;This really is not a good way to be, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m really not liking it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even just consider this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; used the first person pronoun??&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with this feeling of apathy??&lt;br /&gt;aka. lack of feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m just.. void of feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m not excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m not angry. or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m just apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;and that frustrates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't think this is how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Father&lt;br /&gt;created &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6546475153414582255?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6546475153414582255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-me-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6546475153414582255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6546475153414582255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-me-me.html' title='me, mE, ME!'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6369958915623763854</id><published>2009-10-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:10:22.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rush of fools.</title><content type='html'>there IS a reason for every thing.&lt;br /&gt;i see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i didn't put my trust in such things.&lt;br /&gt;because otherwise, i would have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crushed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. once again.&lt;br /&gt;like a foool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm no fool.&lt;br /&gt;i'm spirit-filled.&lt;br /&gt;and wise through Him who strengthens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6369958915623763854?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6369958915623763854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/rush-of-fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6369958915623763854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6369958915623763854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/10/rush-of-fools.html' title='rush of fools.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-1655367410337875596</id><published>2009-09-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:11:04.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>city sunrise</title><content type='html'>In the dark&lt;br /&gt;we only see streaks of light&lt;br /&gt;and glimmers of hope&lt;br /&gt;But after the sun has risen&lt;br /&gt;and the fog has lifted,&lt;br /&gt;we see the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of the space&lt;br /&gt;in this place.&lt;br /&gt;And it is worthwhile to be here after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will hide my face from this city because of all its wickedness.  Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and will let them enjoy abundant peace and security." -Jeremiah 33:5-6-&lt;/span&gt;&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/2214617852599125163-1655367410337875596?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1655367410337875596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1655367410337875596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/1655367410337875596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-sunrise.html' title='city sunrise'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4359752066677819517</id><published>2009-09-12T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:27:59.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love &amp; blessings</title><content type='html'>we love you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;for so many reasons&lt;br /&gt;for death&lt;br /&gt;and life&lt;br /&gt;and freeedom&lt;br /&gt;even now we love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;in and out of seasons&lt;br /&gt;and valleys&lt;br /&gt;and on top of mountains&lt;br /&gt;even now can we sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healer.&lt;br /&gt;was one of Jesus' titles.&lt;br /&gt;Healing was part of His work.&lt;br /&gt;Yet!&lt;br /&gt;When news about Him spread&lt;br /&gt;and people came to hear and be healed,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus often &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;withdrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; himself&lt;br /&gt;from the crowds&lt;br /&gt;to the lonely places&lt;br /&gt;and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;My theory has always been that...&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have enough time for something,&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time by waking up early&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping heckof late.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's not what Jesus wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because He grants sleep to those He loves.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am being called to drop some of what I do&lt;br /&gt;and stop wasting my time on useless things.&lt;br /&gt;But what is useful &amp;amp; useless -- I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;That requires discernment.&lt;br /&gt;That requires divine intervention. in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Being led by Jesus -- which means I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOLLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus lead me.&lt;br /&gt;Help me keep my eyes on You.&lt;br /&gt;I only want to go where You lead me.&lt;br /&gt;Because only where You lead me is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be blessed.   ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4359752066677819517?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4359752066677819517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4359752066677819517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4359752066677819517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-blessings.html' title='love &amp; blessings'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6804387331469772683</id><published>2009-09-10T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:12:58.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart's desire ♥</title><content type='html'>maybe it's called ambition&lt;br /&gt;but we've been talkin' in our sleep&lt;br /&gt;about a dream.&lt;br /&gt;we're awakening. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delight yourself in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and He will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;[Psalms 37:4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not a good thing to be motivated by this.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I think I hold on to Jesus for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;Because He is a loving God&lt;br /&gt;who CARES about us&lt;br /&gt;and our needs&lt;br /&gt;and what we desire from the bottom of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;And though it is hard to live like we believe this.&lt;br /&gt;I have firm faith that God will provide&lt;br /&gt;all things I want and need and ask for.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I know that God will give me a shot at my heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;I think He will give me a shot at love.&lt;br /&gt;I think He will give me a chance to live in what I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;I think He will give me the opportunity to do what I love the best.&lt;br /&gt;And it's just so comforting to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6804387331469772683?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6804387331469772683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-hearts-desire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>The 'me' I see inside this mirror&lt;br /&gt;right now, right at this moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;is a whole different person&lt;br /&gt;from the 'me' I was back before June 1.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am different outwardly --&lt;br /&gt;I have a new hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;a new ring and jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;more fashionable clothes&lt;br /&gt;and stylish shoes,&lt;br /&gt;a different shade of skin from a tan&lt;br /&gt;or lack thereof,&lt;br /&gt;a few more bruises on my arms and shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;maybe even different manner of speaking...&lt;br /&gt;But inwardly,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would be able to say&lt;br /&gt;that I am that same girl who left California&lt;br /&gt;for Korea, hesitantly, awkwardly, on June 1, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me how my summer was,&lt;br /&gt;rather than to say, "It was good,"&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say, as silly as it sounds,&lt;br /&gt;"It was God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned SO much this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a packed summer&lt;br /&gt;full of schedules, struggles, and scandals.&lt;br /&gt;From the Philippines mission trip&lt;br /&gt;to Centrifuge&lt;br /&gt;to Yonsei Summer School and my granparents home&lt;br /&gt;to my home and home church...&lt;br /&gt;I've wrestled with everything from identity&lt;br /&gt;to relationships&lt;br /&gt;to seeking God&lt;br /&gt;to finding home&lt;br /&gt;to teaching kids.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that's been a constant in my summer&lt;br /&gt;has been the fingerprints of God.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;I see them EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;I see Him EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;I know for certain now.&lt;br /&gt;there has not been a moment wasted,&lt;br /&gt;a tear wasted,&lt;br /&gt;a situation wasted....&lt;br /&gt;God turned all those things into&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful flow of events,&lt;br /&gt;teaching me and guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;All the while, whispering in my ear, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;and healing my beat up, torn up heart.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for prayers answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think I can say.&lt;br /&gt;This has been the hardest summer of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But also the most worth while.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I am just a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;if not a little bit smarter than I was before.&lt;br /&gt;And definitely more prepared for what's to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-5469178446116300795?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5469178446116300795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5469178446116300795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/5469178446116300795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirror.html' title='the mirror.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4398276857311203853</id><published>2009-08-10T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:37:55.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME: is of the essence</title><content type='html'>in His time&lt;br /&gt;in His time&lt;br /&gt;He makes all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in His time&lt;br /&gt;Lord please show me every day&lt;br /&gt;as You're teaching me Your way&lt;br /&gt;that You do just what You say&lt;br /&gt;in Your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i talk to You?&lt;br /&gt;are You listening?&lt;br /&gt;would You let me ask the questions&lt;br /&gt;that burn inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;i am reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;i am holding on.&lt;br /&gt;feel like one of Your affections&lt;br /&gt;but not quite like i belong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4398276857311203853?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4398276857311203853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-of-essence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4398276857311203853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4398276857311203853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-of-essence.html' title='TIME: is of the essence'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6292391998933674196</id><published>2009-07-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:47:56.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-hope</title><content type='html'>I seriously cannot hold this in.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passionate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about something of this world before.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not what you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;the best way to put it is.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with those people.&lt;br /&gt;Who are those people?&lt;br /&gt;Those people who are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those people who have had wrongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done against them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those people who have no voice or&lt;br /&gt;are in no position to speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't pity them.&lt;br /&gt;I am moved.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to move. I want to act.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;What do I need to become to help them?&lt;br /&gt;to bring them justice?&lt;br /&gt;to bring them hope?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be God.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't fix every injustice&lt;br /&gt;or horrible act that occurs in this world.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do SOMETHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I'm learning about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my international human rights law class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is making me think HOW BROKEN we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just SO sad how cruel and unjust people can act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you would think that the law would fix this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are SO many flaws to the structure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is supposed to bring justice and truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all seems so -hope. minus hope. hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know there's still got to be hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everything of God is GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And God is still God of this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an idea about hope...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I feel hopeless at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;(because I'm looking at the world and not God)&lt;br /&gt;I know God is still present here.&lt;br /&gt;And there is still hope.&lt;br /&gt;I see it.&lt;br /&gt;For instance,&lt;br /&gt;there was a genocide in Cambodia in the 70s.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know about it, I could tell you the whole story later.&lt;br /&gt;But it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;It lasted 4 years. and 2 million people were killed.&lt;br /&gt;And the people responsible for the mass murders&lt;br /&gt;are just NOW being put on trial.&lt;br /&gt;And in a court of law,&lt;br /&gt;genocide is extremely hard to prove.&lt;br /&gt;I can explain that later, too.&lt;br /&gt;All of the 5 on trial deny that a genocide ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;Except one.&lt;br /&gt;And this guy, the reason why he admits everything&lt;br /&gt;is because he converted to Christianity a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;His testimony can be the ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;that brings all 5 people punishment for their wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;And the millions of Cambodian victims of the genocide&lt;br /&gt;a sense of justice for their sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is still God.&lt;br /&gt;And God is still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6292391998933674196?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6292391998933674196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6292391998933674196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6292391998933674196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope.html' title='-hope'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4578031356068959537</id><published>2009-07-16T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:14:50.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME is heaven ♥</title><content type='html'>Revelation 21:2~8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in Your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and   b r e a t h e&lt;br /&gt;feel your heartbeat.    &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace...&lt;br /&gt;It's overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4578031356068959537?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-871958848443108679</id><published>2009-07-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:12:24.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life's purpose ♥</title><content type='html'>speak. in this close communion&lt;br /&gt;though this hour seems timeless still&lt;br /&gt;i wait for Your words that bid me come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe. in me Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;the will when my tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;to follow when this song is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i await the words that You say&lt;br /&gt;i open my life..&lt;br /&gt;i'm longing just to hear the words&lt;br /&gt;that You say&lt;br /&gt;that You say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shape. me with words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;free my torn heart from this world&lt;br /&gt;renew my mind and form my will...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach. me to wholly offer&lt;br /&gt;more than words that i can sing&lt;br /&gt;so i become the song i bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i await the words that You say&lt;br /&gt;i open my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm longing just to hear these words&lt;br /&gt;that You say&lt;br /&gt;that You say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i be&lt;br /&gt;an instrument of praise?&lt;br /&gt;and here pursue Your heart&lt;br /&gt;so my life will tell of who You are.&lt;br /&gt;can i be&lt;br /&gt;a channel of Your love?&lt;br /&gt;a reflection of Your light&lt;br /&gt;and live to bring you praise and serve You, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-871958848443108679?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/871958848443108679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-lifes-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/871958848443108679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/871958848443108679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-lifes-purpose.html' title='my life&apos;s purpose ♥'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-4743183989657325709</id><published>2009-07-08T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:02:47.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love at first sight</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 43 = ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-4743183989657325709?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4743183989657325709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4743183989657325709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/4743183989657325709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-at-first-sight.html' title='love at first sight'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7045748669853448919</id><published>2009-07-05T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:43:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as we serve your heart, serve your ♥</title><content type='html'>There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;And I've had a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; will.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Fitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to try to do life my way&lt;br /&gt;and then sprinkle a little GOD on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I aced my class,&lt;br /&gt;praise GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I want to become a doctor&lt;br /&gt;so I can serve GOD.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly...&lt;br /&gt;if we're doing life our way,&lt;br /&gt;which means we're not acknowledging&lt;br /&gt;the Almighty-ness and&lt;br /&gt;the Allpowerful-ness and&lt;br /&gt;the Lordship of GOD&lt;br /&gt;over this world and&lt;br /&gt;over our lives&lt;br /&gt;why do we even bother&lt;br /&gt;adding GOD to OUR picture?&lt;br /&gt;If we're sufficient on our own,&lt;br /&gt;why do we even need GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I think that's where we fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tiny, insignificant, sinful,&lt;br /&gt;egocentric, human minds&lt;br /&gt;cannot grasp the concept of this&lt;br /&gt;great, powerful, divine, and gracious&lt;br /&gt;being.  we call GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been living the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;It's not. My life + God.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like. My life = God.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to choose which parts of my life&lt;br /&gt;I want God to be in.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that power.&lt;br /&gt;And God's not the lost one.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;God found me.&lt;br /&gt;And He chose me.&lt;br /&gt;And since He chose me,&lt;br /&gt;He gets to choose which parts of my life&lt;br /&gt;He gets to be in.&lt;br /&gt;And He's chosen ALL of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had life from the wrong perspective.&lt;br /&gt;From the perspective that I'm higher than I really am.&lt;br /&gt;And God is smaller than He really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually very simple, though.&lt;br /&gt;God is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;I am tiny.&lt;br /&gt;And I fit into His will.&lt;br /&gt;I am a tiny speck in His BIG picture.&lt;br /&gt;Even though,&lt;br /&gt;with my tiny eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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♥'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-6947415028673386089</id><published>2009-06-20T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:05:33.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>struggle with my self</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I never was.&lt;br /&gt;Nor will I ever be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;that girl who clings to untruth as if it is truth itself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl who refuses to give up on the one thing that keeps tripping her up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl whose world revolves around a certain guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl who lets herself feel worth according to how many or how much people like her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl who hangs on to worldly material possessions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl who lets her heart get trampled on by standing by and watching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl who's afraid to stand up and speak up for what I believe in because I'm scarred of what THEY will say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl.&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I that girl who compares herself with others and shrinks back because she feels inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that girl... anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who stands strong in her status as God's beautiful and precious daughter, whom he loves VERY much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who will put God above all else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who cares not what others say, but only cares what her audience of 1 will say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who takes it all in stride because she knows God's got her back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who is never shaken in faith by the darts of Satan, the world, and fleshly desires.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who will risk her life for Jesus and others, no hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who is bold and courageous, never afraid to step into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who pours out her heart into everything she does because her husband, Jesus did so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who who loves Jesus first and always, no matter how unpopular that makes her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who is more than a conqueror and breaks sin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who is strong in herself just because of who her heavenly Father is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl who is experiencing the living, breathing, moving God daily,&lt;br /&gt;and it is evident to everyone who meets her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-6947415028673386089?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/6947415028673386089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/struggle-with-my-self.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6947415028673386089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/6947415028673386089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/struggle-with-my-self.html' title='struggle with my self'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-2138594248836003228</id><published>2009-06-02T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:36:56.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>answer to my prayers.</title><content type='html'>f a l l i n g  on my knees&lt;br /&gt;in worship&lt;br /&gt;giving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; i am&lt;br /&gt;to seek Your face.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; i am is Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole life&lt;br /&gt;i place in Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;humbled i bow down...&lt;br /&gt;in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;at Your throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called.&lt;br /&gt;You answered.&lt;br /&gt;And You came to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;and i&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be where You are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;He calls to me.&lt;br /&gt;He comes to my rescue and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Child, why do you fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-2138594248836003228?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2138594248836003228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/answer-to-my-prayers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2138594248836003228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2138594248836003228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/answer-to-my-prayers.html' title='answer to my prayers.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-2653093588512115685</id><published>2009-06-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:05:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words that seem to disappear.</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a whole thing about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I copied it, ctrl+C.&lt;br /&gt;I pasted, ctrl+V.&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently words disappear into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's symbolic of actual words...&lt;br /&gt;They are meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;They are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If not backed up by the more important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like actions.&lt;br /&gt;Like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart is deceitful above all things.&lt;br /&gt;and desperately wicked.&lt;br /&gt;And if I strive to follow in Jesus' footsteps&lt;br /&gt;and have a heart like His...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I ever shut off my own sin-filled heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like Jesus is leading me down&lt;br /&gt;this ridiculous path&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sitting there&lt;br /&gt;staring at it with my mouth hanging open&lt;br /&gt;cuz I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;how IMPOSSIBLE it looks&lt;br /&gt;for me to get through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus... where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-2653093588512115685?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2653093588512115685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-that-seem-to-disappear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2653093588512115685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2653093588512115685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-that-seem-to-disappear.html' title='words that seem to disappear.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-2765336311116367794</id><published>2009-05-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:54:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting on WEARYness.</title><content type='html'>wea&lt;span class="variant"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;ry&lt;span class="variant"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;ness &lt;span class="variant"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;       \&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;wir-ē-nəs\ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the state of feeling or showing tiredness,&lt;br /&gt;esp. as a result of excessive exertion&lt;br /&gt;or lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can,&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life,&lt;br /&gt;adequately say that I am not only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but I am very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I never knew what that really meant&lt;br /&gt;until now...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of sleep consume my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Literally, that's all I ever think about.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stop&lt;br /&gt;and find rest (Oh my soul)&lt;br /&gt;in God alone,&lt;br /&gt;because I am SO busy thinking about sleep&lt;br /&gt;and feeling overwhelmingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So how to break out of this?&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying...&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to sleep more,&lt;br /&gt;when I can,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find rest in simple things:&lt;br /&gt;listening to orchestra music,&lt;br /&gt;writing in my journal,&lt;br /&gt;reading my Bible,&lt;br /&gt;watching 꽃보다남자....&lt;br /&gt;but nothing really satisfies...&lt;br /&gt;And quenches my thirst&lt;br /&gt;and helps me feel very alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says:&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me all you&lt;br /&gt;who are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weary&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;burdened&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;give you rest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Take my yoke upon you&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;learn from me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for I am gentle &amp;amp; humble in heart,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you will find rest for your souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;That's great and all...&lt;br /&gt;But I don't FEEL it.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I'm ASKing you, right now.&lt;br /&gt;can you teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;Show me what that looks like&lt;br /&gt;for me to go to you.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the saddest part is.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm so consumed with myself&lt;br /&gt;my WEARYness,&lt;br /&gt;my struggles,&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to care about others.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people around me&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;who are struggling worse than I am.&lt;br /&gt;and I have no heart to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;and help them.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so focused on fixing myself.&lt;br /&gt;What a broken person I am.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the beauty in the broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-2765336311116367794?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2765336311116367794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflecting-on-wearyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2765336311116367794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2765336311116367794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflecting-on-wearyness.html' title='reflecting on WEARYness.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-3291280641436138459</id><published>2009-04-21T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:01:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirsty. &amp; tired.</title><content type='html'>My soul thirsts for God,&lt;br /&gt;the living God.&lt;br /&gt;When can I go and meet with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so downcast, O my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Why so disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and every day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;How long will my enemy triumph over me?&lt;br /&gt;Look on me and answer, O Lord my God.&lt;br /&gt;Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;&lt;br /&gt;my enemy will say,&lt;br /&gt;"I have overcome him,"&lt;br /&gt;and my foes will rejoice when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;David the drama queen?&lt;br /&gt;All those words up there...&lt;br /&gt;were not written by me, merely&lt;br /&gt;REwritten.&lt;br /&gt;They were already written by David,&lt;br /&gt;thousands of years ago...&lt;br /&gt;I think David is the greatest poet I know&lt;br /&gt;because he writes such honest lyrics&lt;br /&gt;and his words surpass time and space.&lt;br /&gt;Because although I am currently&lt;br /&gt;in the year 2009&lt;br /&gt;in Berkeley, CA&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; how he felt&lt;br /&gt;when he wrote those words.&lt;br /&gt;-.passionate.desperate.tired.-&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not pretending&lt;br /&gt;that there's never&lt;br /&gt;any sorrow~&lt;br /&gt;It's the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that our troubles&lt;br /&gt;will be overcome tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's the inner strength&lt;br /&gt;we call on&lt;br /&gt;to sustain us now and then,&lt;br /&gt;Till our problems&lt;br /&gt;lie behind us,&lt;br /&gt;and we're happy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I trust in your unfailing love;&lt;br /&gt;my heart rejoices in your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for he has been good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[2nd part to Psalm 13, which I REwrote in the beginning]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-3291280641436138459?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/3291280641436138459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirsty-tired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/3291280641436138459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/3291280641436138459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirsty-tired.html' title='thirsty. &amp; tired.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7282464133658302764</id><published>2009-04-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:34:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--&gt;neverland&lt;--</title><content type='html'>Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;adult life is all about paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;And phone calls with holds&lt;br /&gt;which redirects to other people&lt;br /&gt;who redirect you to other people&lt;br /&gt;who redirect you to other people&lt;br /&gt;who redirect you to paperwork...&lt;br /&gt;No wonder laws don't get passed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-7282464133658302764?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7282464133658302764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7282464133658302764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7282464133658302764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='--&amp;gt;neverland&amp;lt;--'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-2232087561965923427</id><published>2009-04-05T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:55:45.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy anger?</title><content type='html'>I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand my anger, either.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;but all I know is I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not angry at anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at satan.&lt;br /&gt;and hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;and probably myself:&lt;br /&gt;my weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;my failings,&lt;br /&gt;my lackingness,&lt;br /&gt;all the areas where I fall short.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with myself&lt;br /&gt;about my lack of trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with satan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with him because he has such power over people.&lt;br /&gt;Why is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;injustice? poverty? hunger?&lt;br /&gt;Satan.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that God willed it to be this way...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me so so angry&lt;br /&gt;that some people can't let go of the flashy things&lt;br /&gt;that satan shows them in their daily life&lt;br /&gt;and give it up for the everlasting God,&lt;br /&gt;just because it is hard.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that God uses the bad things&lt;br /&gt;to make good things happen.&lt;br /&gt;He takes the old&lt;br /&gt;and makes it new...&lt;br /&gt;But, really, God...&lt;br /&gt;all that pain,&lt;br /&gt;all that sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;all that helpless addiction,&lt;br /&gt;all that emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;is that really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;And wait, what I feel..&lt;br /&gt;is that sadness or passionate anger?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;It just stirs up so much emotion inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I claim that I TRUST God,&lt;br /&gt;in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;there are so many areas where I'm&lt;br /&gt;still trying to maintain control&lt;br /&gt;rather than having released all those&lt;br /&gt;worries&lt;br /&gt;over to God.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;what am I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;If I truly believe that God is Lord over all,&lt;br /&gt;why do I still worry about little things like&lt;br /&gt;boat dance tickets?&lt;br /&gt;If I truly believe that God is Lord over all,&lt;br /&gt;why do I still plan and daydream my future&lt;br /&gt;months in advance?&lt;br /&gt;If I truly believe that God is Lord over all,&lt;br /&gt;why do I still feel like there are hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unreachable&lt;/span&gt; people in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-2232087561965923427?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2232087561965923427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2232087561965923427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/2232087561965923427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-anger.html' title='holy anger?'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7692852725194415978</id><published>2009-04-05T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO acquire[D] the fire</title><content type='html'>There is no telling how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt; God has been to me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seems to fit together &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; well with Him in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;That is a certain thing, I can testify.&lt;br /&gt;He has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; faithful to me, and I cannot help but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Even Acquire the Fire,&lt;br /&gt;which I went to by accident&lt;br /&gt;(I was a chaperone for the one girl&lt;br /&gt;who went from my cousin's church&lt;br /&gt;youth group, CCKC)&lt;br /&gt;was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SUCH&lt;/span&gt; a confirmation of&lt;br /&gt;everything He had been revealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; encouraged&lt;br /&gt;by the transformations in the lives of those around me,&lt;br /&gt;the revelation of hope He has revealed to me,&lt;br /&gt;and how He has opened my eyes to all the ways I've been blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't stand up sitting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your deeds;&lt;br /&gt;you have a reputation of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen what remains&lt;br /&gt;and is about to die,&lt;br /&gt;for I have not found your deeds complete&lt;br /&gt;in the sight of my God." -Rev. 3:1b-2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has to stand for what we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;So I, for one, am gonna give my praise to You!&lt;br /&gt;Today, today is all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;All the way,&lt;br /&gt;the praise goes out to You.&lt;br /&gt;Today, today I live for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;To give you praise&lt;br /&gt;in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the praise goes out to You! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-7692852725194415978?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7692852725194415978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-acquired-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7692852725194415978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7692852725194415978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-acquired-fire.html' title='SO acquire[D] the fire'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8625703430345375395</id><published>2009-03-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:51:04.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easy breezy</title><content type='html'>beautiful&lt;br /&gt;cover-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big girl&lt;br /&gt;with big dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and big things to do,&lt;br /&gt;in my big future.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big girl&lt;br /&gt;with a big God,&lt;br /&gt;big Papa,&lt;br /&gt;watching out for my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but in my mind im&lt;br /&gt;kicking &amp;amp; screaming:&lt;br /&gt;i can't do this...&lt;br /&gt;God, help me&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeeeeeee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8625703430345375395?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8625703430345375395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/easy-breezy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8625703430345375395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8625703430345375395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/easy-breezy.html' title='easy breezy'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-8265401023355439502</id><published>2009-03-27T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:53:50.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something beautiful</title><content type='html'>When you come across something good,&lt;br /&gt;you HAVE to share.&lt;br /&gt;And that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start to think too much&lt;br /&gt;or the clouds begin to roll in to create storms in my head,&lt;br /&gt;God brings in something new to show me the light&lt;br /&gt;no matter what dark corner I see myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to each one of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt; has been given as Christ apportioned it...&lt;br /&gt;It was he who gave some to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apostles&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;some to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prophets&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;some to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evangelists&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and some to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pastors&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to prepare God's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; for works of service,&lt;br /&gt;so that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body of Christ &lt;/span&gt;may be built up&lt;br /&gt;until we all reach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; of the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;and become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;attaining to the whole measure of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fullness&lt;/span&gt; of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Then we will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no long be infants&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tossed back and forth &lt;/span&gt;by the waves&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blown here and there&lt;/span&gt; by every wind&lt;br /&gt;of teaching&lt;br /&gt;and by the cunning and craftiness of men&lt;br /&gt;in their deceitful scheming.&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speaking the truth&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we will in all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow into Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the Head, that is, Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely is your dwelling place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-8265401023355439502?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8265401023355439502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8265401023355439502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/8265401023355439502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-beautiful.html' title='something beautiful'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-879393897677952953</id><published>2009-03-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:17:48.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>millions of Peaches, Peaches for me.</title><content type='html'>So I was eating breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;about... fruit.&lt;br /&gt;And how I actually have so many different stories behind each fruit.&lt;br /&gt;And I associate different people&lt;br /&gt;with different fruit...&lt;br /&gt;It's not just because I've seen them eat it so much.&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a story behind each person-fruit relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches - my granpa (my dad's dad)&lt;br /&gt;Apples, Mangos - my sister&lt;br /&gt;Kiwis - my mom&lt;br /&gt;Bananas - my cousins Joyce and Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranates - my dad&lt;br /&gt;Raspberries - my 할아버지 (my mom's dad)&lt;br /&gt;Grapes - my 할머니 (my mom's mom)&lt;br /&gt;Apricots - my granma (my dad's mom)&lt;br /&gt;Plums - my friend Kristina&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries - me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why I thought of this&lt;br /&gt;was because I was eating a peach...&lt;br /&gt;Or trying to eat a peach.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I know how to cut almost every fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Except a peach...&lt;br /&gt;(And maybe a pineapple, just because I haven't tried.)&lt;br /&gt;And then I was kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;Because peaches were what I claimed to be my favorite fruit...&lt;br /&gt;for a while... except not really.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love ALL fruits.&lt;br /&gt;But peaches always make me think of my Granpa from my dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I eat a peach, I think about how,&lt;br /&gt;when I was little and I used to live with my granparents&lt;br /&gt;or used to visit them in California for the summers,&lt;br /&gt;we rarely ate peaches.&lt;br /&gt;And if we ate peaches, we ate it in secret in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;while my granpa was studying or watching TV in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Because my granpa was deathly allergic to them.&lt;br /&gt;If he even SAW peaches, he would have an allergic reaction...&lt;br /&gt;so my mom and granma said...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it works like that,&lt;br /&gt;but I just remember being scared that my granpa would walk in any second&lt;br /&gt;and have an allergic reaction!&lt;br /&gt;And I felt really worried every time I ate peaches in secret.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't not eat them...&lt;br /&gt;Peaches were SO good!&lt;br /&gt;And then I would get really sad that&lt;br /&gt;Granpa couldn't enjoy something THIS tasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then many years later,&lt;br /&gt;my sister (who hates fruits)&lt;br /&gt;said that she can't eat fruits, especially peaches,&lt;br /&gt;because her throat got itchy.&lt;br /&gt;And then "OH! You must be allergic!"&lt;br /&gt;was what my mom said.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that was really silly.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my parents thought it was totally legit.&lt;br /&gt;Since allergies, apparently, runs in the family,&lt;br /&gt;and since my granpa was allergic,&lt;br /&gt;my sister could totally be allergic.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't believe her.&lt;br /&gt;Since she's been eating peaches fine her whole life til then.&lt;br /&gt;And especially since she said the same thing about apples.&lt;br /&gt;And then when she had her allergy test done,&lt;br /&gt;they never said anything about apple or peach allergies.&lt;br /&gt;Just corn and dust and pollen.&lt;br /&gt;So I always though it was rude&lt;br /&gt;that my sister faked my granpa's allergies.&lt;br /&gt;Since his was so darn serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are all the things that run through my mind&lt;br /&gt;every time I think about or eat peaches.&lt;br /&gt;They are sweet and yum,&lt;br /&gt;but there are some serious and sad things associated, too.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the most recent story of my peach.&lt;br /&gt;When I witnessed a CATERPILLAR wriggling around in my&lt;br /&gt;oh so yummmmmm peach!&lt;br /&gt;That could been my granpa in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;trying to warn me not to eat peaches.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm secretly allergic&lt;br /&gt;and only him and God know about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-879393897677952953?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/879393897677952953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/879393897677952953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/879393897677952953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruit.html' title='millions of Peaches, Peaches for me.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214617852599125163.post-7999936516417437436</id><published>2009-03-21T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:42:46.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knowing. vs. KNOWING.</title><content type='html'>You know there are things that you know.&lt;br /&gt;And then there are things that you KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;You know, like head knowledge verses heart knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;And although the conversion seems very simple,&lt;br /&gt;the distance from your head to heart can be oh SO far.&lt;br /&gt;But do not FEAR! God is near.&lt;br /&gt;He is oh so good in every way.&lt;br /&gt;And I can testify that He has taught me everything in REAL LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;taught me those things that I learned in my bible study the past few weeks in ONE emotional night.&lt;br /&gt;So now I KNOW... no, actually I REALLY KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night...&lt;br /&gt;I learned SO much about God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;And God does answer prayers.&lt;br /&gt;And He does it with His knowledge of me,&lt;br /&gt;which exceeds my knowledge of me by WAY more.&lt;br /&gt;How crazy!&lt;br /&gt;He redoubtably searches my heart and KNOWS me, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Not only does he KNOW what I want, but He KNOWS what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wanted a break with friends in a new and exciting place that is colder.&lt;br /&gt;But God KNEW that actually,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a break at a different kind of home,&lt;br /&gt;full of rest, full of good food, full of family, full of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I need to depend on God in all things.&lt;br /&gt;And not just "depend" on Him, like I pray to Him.&lt;br /&gt;But to ACTUALLY depend on Him as in I listen to what He tells me.&lt;br /&gt;This oh SO valuable lesson came at a cost, though.&lt;br /&gt;A VERY high cost, financially and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;For me, AND more importantly, for MANY others.&lt;br /&gt;I now know the full extent of how my actions can affect others.&lt;br /&gt;And although I am ashamed to have committed such an act,&lt;br /&gt;I am not regretful.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is what God used to break me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too stubborn--He KNOWS way too well.&lt;br /&gt;Any other way, and I would not have listened.&lt;br /&gt;This was my 4:30 AM wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;Which came 12-hours too late.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I look back on it... I would have to say...&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;br /&gt;And I know God uses every incident for my good.&lt;br /&gt;To build me up into that person He wants me to be,&lt;br /&gt;to do whatever He wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;So once again.... I'm at this spot...&lt;br /&gt;That spot that I'm always at after I inventory the damage after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;The point where I begin to make renovations.&lt;br /&gt;And look forward to the sunny days and the storms to come.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, remembering what has just passed.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the house, then&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all my decorations.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my glass in my windows, my electricity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stripped down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm humbled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exposed and naked.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm with God.&lt;br /&gt;And for this,&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214617852599125163-7999936516417437436?l=atotheleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/feeds/7999936516417437436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/knowing-vs-knowing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7999936516417437436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214617852599125163/posts/default/7999936516417437436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atotheleen.blogspot.com/2009/03/knowing-vs-knowing.html' title='knowing. vs. KNOWING.'/><author><name>aileen--♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116691455683392754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANGGeqmcvyI/S0QY19Zg4oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LWaed2Taxf8/S220/MYLO0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
