<?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-5050928723449038734</id><updated>2011-10-11T08:53:05.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Stories of J.R. Wise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-7681005272316258378</id><published>2011-01-12T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:59:07.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KANYE WEST</title><content type='html'>This will be (hopefully) the only Kanye post I ever make. Just when you think he has hit a new low.... he tops it! I don't know if there is a more "pissed off at the world" individual. This video will show you just how he feels. I cannot lie and say it is not creative or good because that would be a lie but I will warn you, it WILL make you feel uncomfortable... much like "Black Swan" did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg5wkZ-dJXA&amp;amp;ob=av2el"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg5wkZ-dJXA&amp;amp;ob=av2el&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-7681005272316258378?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/7681005272316258378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=7681005272316258378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7681005272316258378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7681005272316258378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2011/01/kanye-west.html' title='KANYE WEST'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-732961459200085718</id><published>2011-01-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:16:12.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS TO CHECK OUT</title><content type='html'>When listening to a song, I don't always pay attention to lyrics and music but there are a few select that just move me which, in my opinion, makes a masterpiece. Here are some to check out. These are not the most "undiscovered" songs out there but pay attention to these lyrics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Only Hope for Me is You" -My Chemical Romance (The bridge will knock your socks right off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_43nC95ICc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_43nC95ICc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cold Desert" -Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psPygnyMQUQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psPygnyMQUQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dreaming with a Broken Heart" -John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVjy-gCfF2M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVjy-gCfF2M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-732961459200085718?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/732961459200085718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=732961459200085718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/732961459200085718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/732961459200085718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2011/01/songs-to-check-out.html' title='SONGS TO CHECK OUT'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-1377666027048251114</id><published>2010-01-30T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:10:09.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things : WINTER  1st EDITION 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smell of clean air that Colorado possesses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Designing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soft pajamas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up early and going for walks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The inner smile you get when you know your where you should be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs that you swear are written for your life's soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Classics ( if you only knew the treasures that lie in that establishment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The unwanted, yet comforting smell of 100,000 cattle sharing the city with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home cooked meals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting someone you've never met and them knowing exactly what you need to hear at that moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having gifted photographers for friends.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tithing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding complete freedom and independence to live your own life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second day hair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cruise control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain crunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unintentionally writing down two listings in a row where every word posted start with the letter "C" .... :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How easy it is to come up with all these little things that make my life so wonderful!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-1377666027048251114?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/1377666027048251114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=1377666027048251114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1377666027048251114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1377666027048251114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-things-winter-1st-edition-2009.html' title='The Simple Things : WINTER  1st EDITION 2009-2010'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-9018879453253331480</id><published>2009-05-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:50:30.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things (Spring Edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a list of things that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walks on a foggy, rainy evening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inspiration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being surrounded by friends who challenge you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting clients!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing shows... there is no greater feeling than the one you get after playing a packed out show worshiping God with 500 people!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lightening storms!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;52 free Chick Fil A combos (only triumphed by free chipotle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Denver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The feeling when you meet someone you swear could be your twin :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding REALLY random ways to kill time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sunset peaking through a massive thunderstorm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;embracing what the unknown future holds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;root beer floats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shish kabobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Garlic Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bike rides on a warm afternoon up a road you have never been down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to Death Cab with the windows down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting on the porch looking over the city with good friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-9018879453253331480?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/9018879453253331480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=9018879453253331480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/9018879453253331480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/9018879453253331480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-things-spring-edition.html' title='The Simple Things (Spring Edition)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-275953819397527136</id><published>2009-03-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:51:54.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indie Revolution</title><content type='html'>With such a strong "stick it to the man" attitude that has risen over the last few years, hatred has grown towards the mainstream music market. Many independent bands are starting to rise from the small towns and communities. I think somewhere in between the time that this movement became popular and currently, we lost the appreciation and due respect that the music industry deserves.&lt;br /&gt;After watching just a couple of performances on the Grammys this year, this hit me like a rock! There is an almost untouchable talent that lies in this industry. You watch people like Justin Timberlake or Taylor Swift and you can't help but just sit back in shock! In the responses that might come regarding this I don't want to hear people speak up at how "evil" this industry is. True there is a level of unholiness in a lot of it but there is raw talent that lies there that I believe was God breathed. I have heard many "christian" musicians speak out saying stuff like "the Grammys are horrible and I wish that more people would watch the "Dove Awards"" instead. Well I pose this question to you... why? What is your reasoning for it? Music is music whether it is worship, r&amp;amp;b, rock, whatever. I think that the only reason that christian music doesn't normally make it's way into the Grammys is because there is a lack of talent or a content attitude that says "we can't accomplish that so why try?". I believe we NEED christians in that market, not christians to boycott it. Music is one of our biggest "ins" to the world. It is something that EVERYONE has in common. This is where I chime in on the indie market. Don't get me wrong I love the underground rock bands. I, too, have found my place currently in the indie community. My only challenge to you is to not be satisfied with mediocrity or contentment of being just a small band that hates mainstream. There is a reason why bands such as U2, Justin T., Coldplay ect. are where they are right now and it isn't because they just played around once every couple of weeks together and one day a producer magically appeared at their practice and offered them a multimillion dollar contract. NO! They worked HARD, they took chances and they never were satisfied with being where they were at. I am not talking here about idolatry or greed but just the opposite. Action on your drives and passions. I know this is a random note and it may seem that it doesn't apply to you but I beg to differ. I think anyone can learn from this lesson of not settling for less than everything that God wants for you to accomplish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-275953819397527136?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/275953819397527136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=275953819397527136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/275953819397527136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/275953819397527136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2009/03/indie-revolution.html' title='The Indie Revolution'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-2709177726904494663</id><published>2009-01-06T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:09:46.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few New Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa why is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;whoa I'm losing all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;whoa my life feels like it's pretend&lt;br /&gt;whoa where did all of this start?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it's tearing my trust apart&lt;br /&gt;whoa when will all of this end?&lt;br /&gt;and He said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay steady for tomorrows a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;be ready because heavens not far away&lt;br /&gt;life's too short to sit back and watch fly by&lt;br /&gt;so give it your all until your mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that your promises stand true&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you carry everything through&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like my whole worlds falling&lt;br /&gt;but I know Your arm's not too short to save&lt;br /&gt;and I know you won't let me fall to my grave&lt;br /&gt;so God send all of my foes crawling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay steady for tomorrows a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;be ready because heavens not far away&lt;br /&gt;lifes too short to sit back and watch fly by&lt;br /&gt;so give it your all until your mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decency's found it's place again on the back burner again&lt;br /&gt;this is the end&lt;br /&gt;of all my trust and confiding in all the words that were said&lt;br /&gt;they are all dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;right where you are&lt;br /&gt;this shining star's falling down once again&lt;br /&gt;please say no more&lt;br /&gt;you've settled the score&lt;br /&gt;you've broken more than just a heart in this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fairy tales and the movie screens&lt;br /&gt;show what is love so high and above&lt;br /&gt;all we're made to be and secretly&lt;br /&gt;you desire these lies well hey surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;right where you are&lt;br /&gt;this shining star's falling down once again&lt;br /&gt;please say no more&lt;br /&gt;you've settled the score&lt;br /&gt;you've broken more than just a heart in this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've rented out my affection&lt;br /&gt;you signed me off on the dotted line&lt;br /&gt;this was never open ended&lt;br /&gt;and you walked over me for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;right where you are&lt;br /&gt;this shining star's falling down once again&lt;br /&gt;please say no more&lt;br /&gt;you've settled the score&lt;br /&gt;you've broken more than just a heart in this game&lt;br /&gt;what will remain&lt;br /&gt;and will these things change&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that I'm the one who's losing this game&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing this game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-2709177726904494663?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/2709177726904494663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=2709177726904494663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/2709177726904494663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/2709177726904494663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-new-songs.html' title='A Few New Songs'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-4093628575997284729</id><published>2008-11-17T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:59:31.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So THIS is the humility of growing up</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many people actually read this, if any, but I am just really needing some prayer right now. I just quit my dream career so as I did not compromise my righteousness and on top of that I cannot talk to or see the woman I love for a while. With the absence of my career, I am in desperate need of a job right now. The one that was lined up for me fell through. I am so ready for my life to look differently. I am so ready for some intervention. God I am trying so hard to stay faithful and stay trusting, but it just seems like no matter how hard I try, failure lies at the end of my efforts. It feels as if it is taking more of a miracle that the direction I am heading is not working out than it would take for it to work out! I feel like a dead horse being kicked around. Father, I look at the life of Job and he had everything removed from his life and yet he still looked to You and praised Your name! Why can I not be more trusting? Why is it that I lack so much in my faith? God you have humbled me, maybe not as strong as you did with Job but I feel I have nothing. Desperation has taken on a new meaning in my life. Reading through proverbs I am learning the promises that You give to those who choose to live in Your righteousness. I am trying so hard to maintain that lifestyle! Please God help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-4093628575997284729?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/4093628575997284729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=4093628575997284729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/4093628575997284729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/4093628575997284729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-this-is-humility-of-growing-up.html' title='So THIS is the humility of growing up'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-6806701714326726633</id><published>2008-09-11T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:49:25.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things (FALL EDITION)</title><content type='html'>Here are some things that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;VW Jetta's and mainly their drivers ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's little blessings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sound of heavy rain minus the wind on cold nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scarfs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nickel Creek (folk music in general)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foggy mornings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nice glass of wine with a good book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sneak attack prayers (ask me about that one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manitou Springs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;acoustic guitar shops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm fires on a cold night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping with my window open and bundling up in my comforter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the look in her eyes that makes my heart melt and my soul trust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serving, serving, and uh...serving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall hikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of seasons change rolling over hilltops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;honesty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-6806701714326726633?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/6806701714326726633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=6806701714326726633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/6806701714326726633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/6806701714326726633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-things-fall-edition.html' title='The Simple Things (FALL EDITION)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-669094317587053926</id><published>2008-09-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:59:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Governed by Feeling or Faith?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that so much of our decisions and actions are based off of emotions? UGH! I am not going to turn this into a complaint fest (mainly because it would be me complaining about myself :) ) but this has turned into a new frustration for me. So much of our actions are based off of our feelings. And when I say "our" really I have to start by saying "my". I think faith requires us to go far beyond just the simple "feelings" that we use to help us make desicions and act on the words and promises that where spoken by Jesus. I was recently reading this add for a photo contest and they were looking for photos that portrayed what faith meant to you. I think faith is going beyond your emotions and feelings and finding a core believe that cannot be shaken even with the harshest of attacks or heart aches. The most common area of peoples lives that I see governed by emotion is in the way they "love" others. If there is one thing I know to be truth, it is that love is in actions, not words or feelings. "Someone" recently talked to me about what it looks like to love someone and how you know that someone loves you. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that you should know that someone loves you long before they tell you so. It should show by the way that they treat you, serve you, and encourage you. Reguardless of how you feel, YOU CANNOT expect love to make you "feel" a certain way. Butterflys in your stomach can be temporary but a persons willingness to lay down there life reguardless of how you treat them, now thats unconditional.  As I have spent much time over the last 4 or 5 years as an emotional wreck, I have learned a lot about how to control them. One thing is to constantly be praying for a constant awareness of God's presence in your life. He is constantly there and I think the times that we let our emotions get the best of us is when we take our eyes off of Him and start to doubt who He is. The more we agnowledge the Holy Spirit's presence, the more we will start to trust and the more we die to ourselves and the more we will see His power manifested in our lives through faith. We have got to start trusting in God a lot more and ourselves and our feelings a lot less. Let faith and your "true" love for God and others govern you to make decisions. That is a selfless life that glorifies God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-669094317587053926?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/669094317587053926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=669094317587053926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/669094317587053926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/669094317587053926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/09/governed-by-feeling-or-faith.html' title='Governed by Feeling or Faith?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-1961032333639643780</id><published>2008-07-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:32:49.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Love Remains</title><content type='html'>The sun in your face lights up the room&lt;br /&gt;and brings joy to all that you see&lt;br /&gt;the love in your eyes makes my heart rise&lt;br /&gt;and shines out so effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wander through my dreams once again&lt;br /&gt;and we'll fly even though I know its pretend&lt;br /&gt;and we'll dance upon the cloudless night in the rain&lt;br /&gt;we'll chase away our fears till only love remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your laugh is the sound that ushers in spring&lt;br /&gt;and opens up flowers to bloom&lt;br /&gt;so smile away and bring light to this day&lt;br /&gt;and chase away all of the gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wander through my dreams once again&lt;br /&gt;and we'll fly even though I know its pretend&lt;br /&gt;and we'll dance upon the cloudless night in the rain&lt;br /&gt;we'll chase away our fears till only love remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-1961032333639643780?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/1961032333639643780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=1961032333639643780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1961032333639643780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1961032333639643780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-love-remains.html' title='Only Love Remains'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-7022806792030136950</id><published>2008-07-14T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:00:03.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Came Through</title><content type='html'>I was lost and full of doubt&lt;br /&gt;I was broken with no way out&lt;br /&gt;death had me bound&lt;br /&gt;before love came through&lt;br /&gt;now I'm alive because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;King of kings and&lt;br /&gt;Lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;forever I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a price I could not pay&lt;br /&gt;lost from love until that day&lt;br /&gt;you paid sins cost at Calvary&lt;br /&gt;now I stand alive in victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;King of kings and&lt;br /&gt;Lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;forever I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took my guilt&lt;br /&gt;you took my rage&lt;br /&gt;you took my pain&lt;br /&gt;you took my shame&lt;br /&gt;you took my pride&lt;br /&gt;you took my gain&lt;br /&gt;you took it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;King of kings and&lt;br /&gt;Lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;forever I am yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-7022806792030136950?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/7022806792030136950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=7022806792030136950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7022806792030136950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7022806792030136950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-came-through.html' title='Love Came Through'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-3587371411920004152</id><published>2008-06-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:32:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things-Summer Edition</title><content type='html'>This is a list of things that just make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of the Ice Cream truck on a hot afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightening storms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folk music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light humid breezes flowing through your car window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitars-(in general)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The look of a genuinely grateful face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water fights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smell of fresh cut grass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hum of a fan while you sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planes-(they are just so cool!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water-(the beach, reservoir, lake, river, puddle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue skies with puffy clouds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside jokes-(although I am quite hypocritical because I hate being outside of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smile of enjoyed company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walks in the rain (or snow)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night outdoor worship sessions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daydreaming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blanket forts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Downtown cityscapes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night walks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-------the list is constantly growing-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-3587371411920004152?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/3587371411920004152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=3587371411920004152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3587371411920004152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3587371411920004152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/simple-things-summer-edition.html' title='The Simple Things-Summer Edition'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-7315910125203127927</id><published>2008-06-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:04:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found In You</title><content type='html'>Lost in these carnal words that allow knowledge to enter where it was never welcome making home in my dna. What my unsatisfied soul lacks is not quenched by any words heard by ears. What mystery is that to find yourself it takes surrendering your thoughts and control of mind. I am lost to find myself....&lt;br /&gt;show me who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-7315910125203127927?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/7315910125203127927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=7315910125203127927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7315910125203127927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/7315910125203127927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-in-these-carnal-words-that-allow.html' title='Found In You'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-2665887426748965060</id><published>2008-06-13T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:21:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure has Begun</title><content type='html'>A phenomenal quote from one of C.S. Lewis's books "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader", it explains where God has had me:).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are&lt;br /&gt;snaky sort of things and snakes can cast off their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the&lt;br /&gt;Lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my&lt;br /&gt;whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I were a banana. So I&lt;br /&gt;started to go down into the well for my bath. But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I&lt;br /&gt;looked down and saw that they were hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had&lt;br /&gt;been before. So I scratched and tore again and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I&lt;br /&gt;stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well….&lt;br /&gt;…the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I&lt;br /&gt;got to take off? So I scratched away for the third time… but as soon as I looked at myself in the&lt;br /&gt;water I knew it had been no good.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Lion said… ‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell&lt;br /&gt;you, but I was pretty desperate now. So I just lay flat on my back and let him do it. The very first&lt;br /&gt;tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began&lt;br /&gt;pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to&lt;br /&gt;bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.&lt;br /&gt;Then he caught hold of me—I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d&lt;br /&gt;no skin on—and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After&lt;br /&gt;that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that…&lt;br /&gt;I’d turned into a boy again. After a bit the Lion took me out and dressed me." To be strictly accurate, he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many&lt;br /&gt;days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-2665887426748965060?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/2665887426748965060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=2665887426748965060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/2665887426748965060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/2665887426748965060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/cure-has-begun.html' title='The Cure has Begun'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-1269188431560626538</id><published>2008-06-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:18:47.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of a musician........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;it would be no exaggeration to state that there lies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;consistency to my schedule!&lt;br /&gt;HA! But there is the lifestyle presented to you when living in God's will.&lt;br /&gt;Today, lets see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got up  7:00am&lt;br /&gt;        -Which has proven to be far easier after surviving Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Prayed&lt;br /&gt;         -My focus recently has been centered on seeking out his and ONLY HIS affection!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Showered&lt;br /&gt;         -Yes everyone bears an aroma, why not make it a pleasant one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brushed my teeth&lt;br /&gt;         -Minty fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Left for band practice&lt;br /&gt;-:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spent the first hour in devotion and prayer&lt;br /&gt;-Dove into Romans 12. REALLY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Practice&lt;br /&gt;         -Sounding phenomenal! God has blessed us so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fargo's Pizza&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing like the audible pleasure of sucking grease from miniature pepperoni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Video Shoot&lt;br /&gt;-(Information has been removed for fear of copyright infringement .... HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Orange Julius&lt;br /&gt;-If they and Chipotle ever merged, I believe we would find world peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Talking to you all&lt;br /&gt;-What better way to end my day... well first half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Striving to multi task and brainstorm from scratch four t-shirt designs while writing this&lt;br /&gt;-I am not putting to investigation my I.Q. level but my limited brain is about to pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there sums up yet another unique and one of a kind day in the life of.... ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="results"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050928723449038734-1269188431560626538?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/1269188431560626538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=1269188431560626538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1269188431560626538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/1269188431560626538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-life-of-musician.html' title='A day in the life of a musician........'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-3751888011891220268</id><published>2008-06-09T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:00:42.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVES OFFENSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold still this won't hurt long&lt;br /&gt;but its your will thats proving stronger when your&lt;br /&gt;walking boarders of what is right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;you keep selling your dignity for booze&lt;br /&gt;and worse yet theres not much more to lose&lt;br /&gt;but the choice is yours, are you gonna choose to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well years past its a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;for you to run fast and get away&lt;br /&gt;from all of your past and history reborn&lt;br /&gt;and your eating leftover memories&lt;br /&gt;and balancing on your trapeze&lt;br /&gt;that is anchored down&lt;br /&gt;by how things used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a glimpse of loves offense&lt;br /&gt;you've spoiled grace while you've dispensed&lt;br /&gt;your hurt to those who are virgins of missuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&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/5050928723449038734-3751888011891220268?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/3751888011891220268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=3751888011891220268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3751888011891220268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3751888011891220268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/loves-offense.html' title='LOVES OFFENSE'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050928723449038734.post-3205723258852716025</id><published>2008-06-09T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:03:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Time Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLJt3T-1N0c/SE0xlveDDKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BauN8lJmxzc/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLJt3T-1N0c/SE0xlveDDKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BauN8lJmxzc/s320/clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209874868404948130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how can what was made to bless us have been twisted into such a curse!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you need it, there is never enough of it. When it is the only thing standing in between something you anticipate, it is your greatest rival! I have noticed this in a couple areas of life over the last month, relationships and sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can too much time spent in slumber be so detrimental to your mind? For me (especially coming out of my Starbucks employment season) less sleep has proven to be my greatest strategy. Although, as last night proved, there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a minimum amount! How do you deal with waking up at 3 wide awake when your head hit the pillow less than 4 hours before??? HA! Yeah not fun :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we move onto relationships,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when your away from someone that you find joy spending time with, the clock moves at half the speed it used to. When you are finally with them again, it plays a cruel trick and the minute hand and the second hand switch places! Where is the happy medium when it comes to this youth defying concept? How do you start to enjoy what seems to bring you down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well..... after much thought I have found the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A wise man once said to his student, "Do you think that you could go one year without sinning?" The student replied, "no sir I don't think I can." Again the boys mentor looked at him and asked "Do you think that you could go one month with out sinning?" The boy hesitated to respond with "Well, no sir I don't even think I could go a month." Once again the teacher asked a question "How about a week? Could you go one week without sinning?" The student really had to ponder it but responded quite honestly with " No I could not go one week without sinning." And yet another question was directed to the boy "Could you go a day without sinning?" This was proving to be overwhelmingly humbling for the young man judging the expression that came across his face as he answered "No I could not go a day without sinning" For the last time the well aged man asked his student "Could you go a whole minute without sinning?" This time, as if he had been waiting in anticipation the boy answered confidently "YES! Yes I could go a minute without sinning!" The mentor said to the boy "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then live life by the minute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    This is exactly the solution! Live in the moment of every minute of your life! Be where you are! Don't get caught up in anxiety and worry. Who is it that created time? (just incase you were wondering it was God). How do you find the blessing in it? By enjoying every minute and not just the ones we call "highlights". &lt;/span&gt;&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/5050928723449038734-3205723258852716025?l=jrwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/feeds/3205723258852716025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050928723449038734&amp;postID=3205723258852716025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3205723258852716025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050928723449038734/posts/default/3205723258852716025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrwise.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and Time Again....'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690997095698847038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLJt3T-1N0c/SE0xlveDDKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BauN8lJmxzc/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
