<?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-5656084781722491522</id><updated>2012-01-18T19:37:00.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until My Heart Caves In</title><subtitle type='html'>Three hundred and sixty five days of surrender.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-7661868103735338016</id><published>2010-07-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:15:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is None Like You</title><content type='html'>My heart is weak and my mind feeling like giving up. There has been a break-up, a disconnect, a distance... a lack of inspiration and a whirlwind of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to look up... instead, I've been looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. Exodus 33:14]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎[I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. Jeremiah 31:3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎[My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎[I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Psalm 16:8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This concept of giving it all... of letting go and being at peace with the thought of God, this seemingly invisible creator, this master of life... leading me blindly.... it's a concept I haven't been able to fully grasp yet. I want to. I know I need to. And I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God IS Love.&lt;br /&gt;And Love is what I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving God is a good feeling... a heart wrenching, life focusing, mind opening, faith pushing feeling that, even though is good, can be painful and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's real.&lt;br /&gt;And God IS real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;And Love is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so I begin, as I begin again and again everyday.... my journey to knowing You more, to knowing my Lord... my Saviour... more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5656084781722491522-7661868103735338016?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7661868103735338016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7661868103735338016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7661868103735338016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7661868103735338016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-is-none-like-you.html' title='There Is None Like You'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1495363343503509461</id><published>2009-01-29T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:00:26.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>Wow. I never really knew pain until I experienced these past couple weeks. I never realized how deep my love ran for Him... James. And he didn't really break my heart, as much as he took it straight out of my chest and put it somewhere in his. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it always did belong to him, so I guess it only makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they say time heals all wounds, are they talking days, months, years? Do I have to fall out of love before the pain subsides? Do I have to find some sort of distraction in the shape of a male to cover up all the memories that I love so much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding hands in the forest... blowing kisses before saying goodnight... every night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the sun always shine for him in my eyes? Will the moon always hover as if it's somehow connecting us no matter how far apart we are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will every beautiful thing God created always remind me of his smile.... the smile that used to be only mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised to love you forever, and I think I can still do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1495363343503509461?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-3171725119418204741</id><published>2008-10-08T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:38:01.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05.10.08</title><content type='html'>Come a little bit closer&lt;div&gt;Hear what I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like children sleepin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could dream this night away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's a full moon risin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets go dancing in the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know where the music's playin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go out and feel the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see you dance again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this harvest moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched you from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you with all my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now its getting late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the moon is climbing high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sea is shining in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see you dance again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this harvest moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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' 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title='05.10.08'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-7377455879967406095</id><published>2008-10-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:14:08.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out how to write down what I feel right now. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made such a stupid mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you're too in love to let it go..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never let other people's opinions change the way you live your life... you'll end up sad and broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd give anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you lose something you can't replace..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you love someone but it goes to waste..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll meet you up there somewhere at such great heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face it. We're better together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-7377455879967406095?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7377455879967406095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7377455879967406095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7377455879967406095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7377455879967406095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8318759650068903646</id><published>2008-09-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:00:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverent Worship</title><content type='html'>My kitten has chicken legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ten days until I can see my summer family again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited. I love them and I've missed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very excited for our New York trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Church this morning was really awesome. I wasn't feeling the greatest and I was pretty spacey during most of it, but there were two moments when I felt totally alive and totally in the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first was when I was playing bass... I haven't done it in almost three months and I forgot the passion I guess. Being able to praise God through the movement of my fingers and the feel of the music, the words that bring reverent worship to the One deserving of it.... it was a fantastic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was after Allison spoke her message. We sang a few songs that really expressed my gratitude towards Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you are...&lt;br /&gt;More precious then silver,&lt;br /&gt;More costly then gold,&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful then diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I desire, compares to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one really was a testimony for me. All the things in the world that I cherish, none of them are anywhere near as important and magnificent as my Jesus. From material things to the different ways in which I love people... God is the only one that can fulfill me in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, He's just so awesome and cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway... I have the most ginormous headache of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the temperature is killing me... it is so unbelievably humid. I want it to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 'Twilight' book is taking over my time. I'm so addicted to it, I can't put it down. I'm half way through it and with every page I turn I get a little upset because that's one page closer to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there are 4 books in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My house almost burnt down last night at dinner. It's a funny story actually... I remembered it in church this morning and started laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom made fajita things and we were sitting around the table, just having a lovely dinner. Suddenly, mom jumped up and ran over to the oven... when she opened it I could see the flames, and they were getting bigger. Just as she opened the oven, my dad jumped up from his seat, literally threw Kerrie across the room so he could get there faster, yelled at someone to open the door so we all ran to different doors in the house. He was talking to me though,  I was near the sliding door that leads to the backyard... I yelled "it's open!!" thinking he just wanted the glass part open to let the smoke out. I didn't know he was planning on bringing the flaming fajita outside, so he got made when I didn't open the screen too haha. Oh man, it was hilarious. I had to push Logan out of the way so I could get the door open and haha awe... good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was inspired to rearrange my bedroom yesterday... now it's somehow twice as big and way more tidy. I love it though, it's so cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2WgI8YYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2QJpCRFCaP4/s1600-h/DSC_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2WgI8YYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2QJpCRFCaP4/s400/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014619857216274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2WghwcfXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QTJs-aEF540/s1600-h/DSC_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2WghwcfXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QTJs-aEF540/s400/DSC_0075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014626518039922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2Wg4FYgOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1NzGI2ljJWU/s1600-h/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2Wg4FYgOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1NzGI2ljJWU/s400/DSC_0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014632511439074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some might say it's cluttered, but it's not really. I really like looking at things, and so I display everything from my jewelry to my scarves (using them as curtains, it's kinda cool). I also have a lot of photos - obviously - but not nearly enough paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you really were dying to know all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Band practice tomorrow! I should go practice now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8318759650068903646?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8318759650068903646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8318759650068903646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8318759650068903646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8318759650068903646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/reverent-worship.html' title='Reverent Worship'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SM2WgI8YYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2QJpCRFCaP4/s72-c/DSC_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-678037252949854574</id><published>2008-09-12T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:28:24.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande White Hot Chocolate w/ 1 Pump Raspberry (I love my Raspberry)</title><content type='html'>When you love someone sometimes you've got to give them away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the betterment of their heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lovely tea date with Chantal this evening :) Nice to chat with a great friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan and I are going to watch the whole sixth season of 24 this weekend. It's so good so far! Really gory though, lots of attention to pain :S Logan and I squirm a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the dark room and realized I could see my feet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Twilight book IS good so far :( I was hoping to be different and totally dislike it, but no such luck. I thought about it all day at school haha. There's one character that is soo intriguing and I keep on reading because I want to get to know him better. I kind of wish I would meet someone like him. Handsome and mysterious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually going to go read it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am going to make a list of a bunch of things I want to accomplish by this time next September (who says New Year's Resolutions have to start on the first of January? Why not half way through September?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I blog... it's basically just me talking to myself virtually. I doubt people even read it on a regular basis, if ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess it just makes me feel a little less lonely at times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-678037252949854574?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/678037252949854574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=678037252949854574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/678037252949854574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/678037252949854574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/grande-white-hot-chocolate-w-1-pump.html' title='Grande White Hot Chocolate w/ 1 Pump Raspberry (I love my Raspberry)'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8972089320973557437</id><published>2008-09-10T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:05:20.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once. And Again Some Day?</title><content type='html'>Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Classes went quickly, and still fairly simple.&lt;br /&gt;I got eighty percent on my very first test of the year... that's pretty good, no?&lt;br /&gt;After class I met up with Steve Vincent and we went for lunch at a hockey restaurant (he likes hockey haha) and I had a blast! We went through the massive list of all the people we have in common and talked about all the cool things about being a fireman (my personal favourite would be the calender.... haha), so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think it's time for a mind sweep...&lt;br /&gt;You know when you delete a bunch of stuff off your computer, but then you have to go in and do a final delete in the trash can? Well, I've deleted a lot of things from my life and made some hard decisions, but now I need to do the final "let go"... you know? It's so hard. I hold onto things for a really long time (too long... I'm still somehow holding onto things that happened in tenth grade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are important to me... very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it seems as though I am going to New York alone.... the rest of my team haven't sent in their applications yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow I get my first photo assignment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's it... tomorrow I'm handing out twenty applications for work. No more of this waiting around for the good places... I need money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Song of Songs 8:4&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember this one.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll tattoo it on my forearm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8972089320973557437?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8972089320973557437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8972089320973557437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8972089320973557437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8972089320973557437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-and-again-some-day.html' title='Once. And Again Some Day?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-6583301686887188910</id><published>2008-09-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:41:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops and Laptops</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I'm too sensitive, or maybe it just meant more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's 9:18 and I'm still in bed... I love my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;No class until 1pm.... and then it's Post Production.... I love my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night was the first practice for YP band :) I had so much fun! Kerrie and I rocked the 2nd Cornets section (yea, I don't get my own section yet... but just wait...). I was very surprised with how well I did actually. My sound wasn't too bad, and other then having to write the letters under the notes, I followed along and nailed a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think once you learn something, you never forget it... it just hides somewhere in your big head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like swimming maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight is a surprise party for Bryan! He is leaving for 5 months to Spain in a couple of weeks, so that is sad and exciting all at once. It's being held at the Granger residence.... it's been awhile since I've been there. Used to go there a couple times a week. Haha... at least I won't have to clean it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Grangers.... I came back from the summer and Joel suddenly is bigger then me! I have to look up to him now. Guess the roles have reversed.... though I still hope he looks up to me. He is going to be as tall as James soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James hasn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But it's only been 2.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been trying to pass the honours of Bass player over to Steve V. but he is trying to be polite and not take away my spot in the band.... well actually haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can rotate... create some sort of organizational chart that shows Steve playing 4 times as much as me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just need to work as much as I can. I could probably do the Worship band thing if I didn't have to go to practices, but that's not fair to the band. If I don't have to work on Tuesday nights, then I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Perry... I've hardly even talked (or played) with Perry since I've been home. Hope he's not too upset with me, or out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could play my new diddy... "Home home on the Stage, I mean range..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my camera/lighting class yesterday we got our 4x5 cameras.... six hundred pounds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment. Not a stressful class at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was so fun! It took Carter 3 hours to teach us how to use it and put it together. It's got the accordion body, you know? And the blanket that goes over your head and the shutter release cable. It's fantastic. I just hope I never have to take it on the bus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awe my baby had such a rough morning today! Logan couldn't find money for her music class and then she was running late because Kerrie was going to write her a note, but then she couldn't find her agenda and ugh... my heart broke for the poor girl. She left in tears, running desperately to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, I wish I had a job and a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oooo I need to get on that... I really want to get my license soon. Add it to my list of 'have dones'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If anyone wants family photos done in the fall... let me know!&lt;br /&gt;Or the winter actually... I love LOVE winter photography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It annoys me when the phone rings when you're waiting for a job to call... and it's not them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6583301686887188910?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6583301686887188910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6583301686887188910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6583301686887188910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6583301686887188910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/raindrops-and-laptops.html' title='Raindrops and Laptops'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4220402667579003396</id><published>2008-09-07T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:10:06.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut Cream Pie</title><content type='html'>Job hunting is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I joined the YP Band. I'm going to be in the CSB in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Look out Flugal Hornists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I so badly don't want to work at Starbucks... but why does it seem that they're the only ones hiring?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grande Green Tea Lattes w/ 2 pumps raspberry and negative on the melon, but to have to make everyone's crazy creations... it's not my type of gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about Chapters though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the Ritz commercial. The cute little boy makes a trail with his Ritz crackers leading to the front door of the cute little blonde he likes. She opens the door and her jaw drops... it's adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have my first studio class tomorrow! I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't been sleeping for so many nights in a row! Night time is when all my thoughts come out.... all the thoughts that I can distract myself from during the day. I'm hoping that reading my business book when I get into bed will put me to sleep haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My breathing is getting worse everyday... and I don't even have a blanket over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Zig-zag wallaby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4220402667579003396?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4220402667579003396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4220402667579003396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4220402667579003396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4220402667579003396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/coconut-cream-pie.html' title='Coconut Cream Pie'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2202037887229805916</id><published>2008-09-05T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:44:49.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scruffy With a Ball of Red Yarn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You meet the most unique people at art school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I'm going to young adults group... kind of like youth group, but less drama. Can't wait to meet new people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I went to see Downhere play at the MET. It was pretty great. I chatted it up with Glen Lavender after the show and it was cool because he remembered my family from Kitchener. He is a great bass player and his band has great stage presence. So that was a good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've had the acrylic craving for awhile now and I can't wait to whip out my paintbrushes when I get home tonight! Set up the ol easel and see what happens. I have so many ideas and luckily I have lots of canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My teacher actually does sound a little like Steve Carell. It's distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new and improved (and actually including content) www.snapbird.ca is coming your way soon! Keep your eyes peeled for my online portfolio :) Also, SnapBird Photography will be up and running by the end of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nikon D3 is my new dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait... I have to start painting now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll be back later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:44 p.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back :D And I had a really great night! I met some really cool people at the young adults gathering (it was a mighty gathering). There were nine of us all together and they were all really awesome. A couple go to my school, so that was neat. We ate steak and peaches &amp;amp; ice cream, played Trivial Pursuit and Outburst, and jumped on the trampoline! It was fantastic! I can't wait to hang out with them again soon :) And the best part, some of them are coming to Woodroffe... wooohooo! Friends at church! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I have to go read my book now... I was hoping to paint, but I realized I have 30 pages of 'Interplay: The Process of Interpersonal Communication' - boring! What does that have to do with being a photographer? Haha actually, it has a lot to do with it, but still... that really puts me to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Church carnival tomorrow! Should be a good time! Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5656084781722491522-2202037887229805916?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2202037887229805916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2202037887229805916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2202037887229805916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2202037887229805916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/scruffy-with-ball-of-red-yarn.html' title='Scruffy With a Ball of Red Yarn'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4495453826573324066</id><published>2008-09-03T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:24:45.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Shots of Decaf Espresso</title><content type='html'>In my head!&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's irritating, but I like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I just had the "sooo... anyone knew and special in your life?" talk with the last "special" person I had in my life. He's got a new special person and that is fantastic, I'm actually really glad to hear it. I didn't have as exciting news to tell him unfortunately. But I've decided that being single is good for me right now. I need to focus on school and doing really well so I can do what I want with my life (Ryerson possibly?)... so I'm closing my eyes to the male species! Haha... well, I'm going to try anyway... it's hard not to smile when a sruffy guy walks by. I've seen some of what's out there anyway, and there is no way I'm settling for less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He'd have to be pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was talking to this guy in my class called Alex and realized I know nothing about photography haha... at least compared to Alex! He totally diagnosed this really seemingly simple photo and it sounded like he was speak a different language. He was talking about techniques I have never heard of. He knew so much and he said he will show me some sweet dark room stuff. He's really crazy and has bad language, but he sounds like he's super talented... I guess we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently the teacher I have tomorrow sounds like Steve Carell... I'm supposed to close my eyes and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I lost my Bible :( My heart is broken! It made it through the whole summer and somewhere on the last stretch it's disappeared. I really hope it's hiding somewhere in this house... it's my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I get Photoshop CS3 in my course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no final exams in my course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SL8L05U2-zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ctZ0s8q4Rgw/s1600-h/TheLoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SL8L05U2-zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ctZ0s8q4Rgw/s400/TheLoner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241921494651960114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4495453826573324066?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4495453826573324066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4495453826573324066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4495453826573324066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4495453826573324066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-shots-of-decaf-espresso.html' title='Two Shots of Decaf Espresso'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SL8L05U2-zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ctZ0s8q4Rgw/s72-c/TheLoner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-7998353936803530994</id><published>2008-09-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:47:35.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Beads</title><content type='html'>First day of school was a breeze. Bowie talked at us for an hour, then we played two truths and a lie.... lemme tell ya, I was pro at that game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made a friend, and I'd be cool with her being the only friend I make all year, because she's that nice. She's quiet and she has hair the colour of a full moon... bright burnt orange... all natural. Her name is Amelia and she laughs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm home alone and somewhat feeling on the downside. I get lonely and daydream, not just about the summer, but before the summer too. And not just right before the summer, but this whole year. And before that too, in Edmonton. How did I get from there... the quiet rebellious Whyte Ave walker... to here... sitting on my bed, with my kittens, my fish and my bamboo sticks... daydreaming about flower petals and how I could have shot that frame better. I just wish I had a friend that I could pull out from under my bed whenever I want company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I was Bret and I had a Jemaine. Will you be my Jemaine? Or would you rather be Bret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm excited to meet a New Yorker. Interested to know what their view on a Maple tree is... how many Maple trees do you think they have in New York? Now many trees do you think they have in New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you know that by the time you reach the age of 71, if you are an average person, you will have spent roughly 10 full years infront of the television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that every single day, your eyes are exposed to over 3000 advertisements! That's 3000 different views from other people, people who only care about making a dollar, telling you what you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to look like, what you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wear, what you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to have. Something about that seems ill to me. What's wrong with second hand clothing? If it was good enough for the last person, it's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing goes with make-up... it's just an excuse to look like someone else, look like something "better". Well who are you trying to impress? I rather look like the ugly duckling and have a really great guy fall in love with me for who I am, then have a really great guy fall in love with who he thinks I am... are you going to wake up every morning with make-up on your face? Are you going to be like Tobias and be a never-nude with your fake skin you paint on your face?! Make-up is not an art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to get at is how unreal this world is becoming. We can't be real with others if we can't be real with ourselves. We can't be real with God if we can't be real with ourselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to make some tea... with lots and lots of honey.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon coeur c'est casse parce que tu n'pas ici avec moi maintenant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-7998353936803530994?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7998353936803530994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7998353936803530994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7998353936803530994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7998353936803530994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/chocolate-beads.html' title='Chocolate Beads'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4814454085498883267</id><published>2008-09-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:02:31.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo Tango</title><content type='html'>I just had one of my mom's chocolate chip banana muffins... I missed them this summer.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my sister's 'boyfriend' came over for dinner... he's a nice guy so I can't really hold that against him. He's smart and has a good career, so I can't hold that against him. He's an active Christian AND Salvationist, so I can't hold that against him. And he's willing to drive the 5 hour drive just to get here to spend a few hours with her, so that is pretty awesome and I can't hold that against him. So basically, other then the age, the guy is great. Is the age a big enough deal to hold it against him? I really don't know :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Colin and Justin would heist my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine an inverted world. Imagine suddenly all the colours in the whole world inverted, and their opposites took over. I wonder if that would be pretty or not. It would turn daytime into night and the oceans would turn orange. My eyes would be orange, if you had green eyes, they'd be red, if you had brown eyes... mmm. The trees would have red leaves and the clouds would be black! I think it would seem like a miserable place to live. The sun would be purple! It would be so trippy haha. Neato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover has been on all day. It's such a ridiculous show. They build extravagant homes in shabby neighborhoods and for families that don't need as much space as they get. I just saw one with a mom and two sons and the house was HUGE! Like bigger then the Parliament buildings. Wouldn't people look at you differently? And wouldn't you suddenly start worrying about whether or not people are your friends for who you are or for your sudden wealth and popularity? I dunno, maybe I'm way off. I just think that building a mansion for a family that has a lot of medical concerns isn't the best use of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love spaghetti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smells, sounds and certain colours or the way the sun shines, remind me of things that twist my heart a little. Like, the best memories are sparked by those things. A song just came on that I listened to once this summer and it was a really great moment that I somewhat forgot about. I won't tell you the song or the moment, but it was a really awesome moment that I'd love to have back. Mix that song with the way the moon shines or the way a tree is silhouetted by the setting sun and the memory is perfect, mixing a few of the best times together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are my sweetest downfall.&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/5656084781722491522-4814454085498883267?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4814454085498883267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4814454085498883267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4814454085498883267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4814454085498883267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/09/bamboo-tango.html' title='Bamboo Tango'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-5163334261149017273</id><published>2008-08-31T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:35:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippin The Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SLtfq9lFlaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ozUgxTkkvB4/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240887783064966562" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SLtfq9lFlaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ozUgxTkkvB4/s400/Photo+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera on my laptop obviously shoots the mirror image... so my text is backwards.... but it gets the point across I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I've been reading this book called 'Your Secrets Sleep With Me' and it's by a Toronto author named Darren O'Donnell. It's the most tripped out book I've ever read. It's taking me a long time too, because the content is somewhat disturbing at times. So why am I reading it you ask? Well, because it's interesting and forces me to pay attention to something. There are a bunch of characters, most of them are under the age of 16. They all live in Toronto and talk about the weirdest topics... topics that people of their age shouldn't even know about. But at the same time, their dialogue fits so well with who their characters are. Where they've grown up, the 'homes' they live in and the things their eyes have been exposed to... it's really uncomfortable and somewhat guilt-tripping. Maybe you should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I've also been reading 'Serve God Save The Planet' by J. Matthew Sleeth. This one is good too, but a completely different kind of read. It's on the green kick, but I really like it because it talks about going green from a Christian cleansing kind of way. It's more on saving yourself and the earth benefiting from it. Along with that, I'm also reading (I know, I have like 6 books on the go, but they're all different so it's easy to follow along.) 'Generation Green' by Linda Silvertsen and Tosh Silvertsen (Married? Brother and sister? Both female? I have no idea... that's just how their names are printed on the front) and this one is more from an environmentalist stand. I'm really intrigued by the 'Green' movement and totally want to jump on board. Easier said then done though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Confession time... I bought 'Twilight'... yup, that's right.... the vampire-esc new cult fav that everyone and their aunt is reading. Jenn and I bought it because we want to know what the hype is all about, but it's 498 pages (though really large print), and I'm not much into vampires. We'll see though. I'll give you a star rating if I ever finish. We'll see if Stephenie Meyer is actually on to something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;My father and I are going to study Romans.&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I are going to study Ezekiel.&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I are going to study Matthew - John.&lt;br /&gt;After that I really want to study Acts, Job, Song of Songs, Psalms, Ecclesiastes, all those really tiny 2-pagers.... yea... I want to study it all. The whole Bible. But not just read it, really study it. Know it for more then just fancy words on a page. And I want to study it from all translations, including 'The Word on The Street' by Rob Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;On the bookshelf:&lt;br /&gt;'Three Cups of Tea' by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin&lt;br /&gt;'Jesus For Presedent' by Shane Claiborne (started it, but putting it on hold)&lt;br /&gt;'The Shack' by William P. Young&lt;br /&gt;'The Prayer Experiment' by Jay Dennis&lt;br /&gt;'The Screwtape Letters' by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;'A Novel' by Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;If you have any to recommend... please do :) Or, if you have any comments on any of the books above, please leave those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SLtefDYiFAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ssOAYBWIWIA/s1600-h/TheLoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-5163334261149017273?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/5163334261149017273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=5163334261149017273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5163334261149017273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5163334261149017273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/flippin-pages.html' title='Flippin The Pages'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/SLtfq9lFlaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ozUgxTkkvB4/s72-c/Photo+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-2785581296346641785</id><published>2008-08-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:49:47.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absentminded Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(45, 110, 137); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a blog post I wrote in August of 2007... I love it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I honestly believe with every inch of my heart... that me and you are meant for amazing things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've lived the past five years in a haze... perhaps a Purple Haze, Jimi seems to sum it up perfectly. I wandered around in a fog, met incredible people who quite possibly I gave too much credit to, but still, I am Me because of who they were. Through the seasons I learned more about myself, what amazed me and filled my mind with excitement and anticipation. Weekend shows at tiny hall venues, crazy kids with black hair and metal studs on their homemade jackets. Their passion for the music created a passion inside of me that to this day I have troubles figuring out. Was it the fact that they didn't care, about anything or anyone, or that they just knew how to get the most out of the life they'd been given. Winter walks down an artists avenue. Beggars on the corner, some true, some not. Steam from my hot chocolate and seeing the breath of everyone walking by, this avenue created life, it inspired and pushed for something more. The obvious was hidden... life is about adventure, and I'm starting to see that. Back alleys filled our grey skies, the perfect days in our eyes. We knew there was something more, we felt it from the moment we met. To this day we know there is something else out there, something greater meant for our lives... we've come so far yet we can't believe that this is it. There's no way. Watching the river, the city continue to grow and live, sitting and wondering what this was all about, why, should this be it? No one ever met face to face with their dreams, sitting and wishing. The wind is something incredible, it does something deep inside your ear as it blows by. It's like a whisper telling you where it's been is not where it's going. Maybe we should listen more closely as the wind blows. Blank pages are filled with stories and the breeze fills you with anticipation to read on. For me, I've moved on to new pages, leaving all the rest to burn behind me and in me, but I've learned something. Life is about change, life is about dreams and finding out who you are. You will never know who you are, why things happen, why you meet certain people until your last breath, cuz at that point you've made it as far as you can, and you can look back at the person you've created yourself to be. My heart belongs to the idea of uncertainty and time and that no matter how much you long to know, you never will until you create it. You create your future just as much as you create your past. The here and now is all there is. The tomorrows and yesterdays are all just memories. I can't wait until the day I stand face to face with my Jesus and he tells me I've lived my life to the fullest and that I did an ok job. Until then, I'll just keep learning, wishing and following the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(202, 249, 155); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;POSTED BY &lt;span class="fn"&gt;DISCOINATHENS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;AT &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/08/absentminded-melody_07.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link" style="color: rgb(111, 60, 27); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2007-08-07T13:39:00-07:00"&gt;1:39:00 PM&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;amp;postID=7207125187902151417" onclick="" style="margin-left: 0.6em; color: rgb(202, 249, 155); text-decoration: none; "&gt;0 COMMENTS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-927015597" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;amp;postID=7207125187902151417" title="Edit Post" style="color: rgb(202, 249, 155); text-decoration: none !important; "&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" style="margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: -5px !important; margin-left: 0.5em !important; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(202, 249, 155); border-right-color: rgb(202, 249, 155); border-bottom-color: rgb(202, 249, 155); border-left-color: rgb(202, 249, 155); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2785581296346641785?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2785581296346641785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2785581296346641785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2785581296346641785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2785581296346641785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/absentminded-melody.html' title='Absentminded Melody'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-700496029098617553</id><published>2008-08-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:56:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Like Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Life doesn't always give you what you want... it usually gives you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was at the school today and came across two options for school ministry and Christian fellowship. That was exciting. I'm going to check them both out. One thing I was missing last year was the opportunity to minister to people that needed to hear about Jesus, and also being ministered to by enthusiastic Jesus freaks like Emily. I really want God to be the center of every one of my days... I know things will work out a lot better for me if I do everything based around Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remembered today that I will have a friend going to the same college as me... Steve Vincent! , He moved to Calgary last year and now has come out here again to go to Algonquin. So that's pretty sweet. It'll be nice to have a buddy at church and at school. Steve's cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha I went to get my student ID today and the picture they took of me is hilarious! Not only does my head look super small and my body super big, but it's so dark that you have to really look at it to see anything. They literally sat me under a stairwell. As a photography student I felt like I should say something, but I didn't. So now I have a really funny student ID. I also got my bus ID which isn't much better, but at least you can see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how patient I've become over this summer... we waited in line forEVER to get my bus ID, but I was calm the whole time haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"How could, anybody, deny you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like I have a big burst of potential inside of me and sitting here right now is killing me. There are so many things I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel the world finding the prettiest places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint a masterpiece and display it in a foreign art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a giant concert and dance till my feet cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to swing so high at the park that I can touch the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet a new person right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell everyone I know, exactly what I think of them... whether it be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I want to braid the longest rope and wrap it around the moon so I can climb up and watch the world from a birds-eye view.&lt;br /&gt;I want to challenge you to a chocolate milk drinking contest.&lt;br /&gt;I want to listen to the full Elvis Presley discography - backwards.&lt;br /&gt;I want to drink a whole pot of tea with a bee and his honey.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot the next controversial image on the cover of National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a song and I want it to be sung by Chris Martin.&lt;br /&gt;I want to read the entire encyclopedia of Photography.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that you belong with me, not swallowed in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something that will change the course of history.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something that will change the course of your history.&lt;br /&gt;I want to step on all the lines on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat Fiona's Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I suppose I should stop wanting and appreciate the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perhaps you should listen to Fiona Apple though... she reminds me of happiness and great summer memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-700496029098617553?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/700496029098617553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=700496029098617553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/700496029098617553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/700496029098617553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/slow-like-honey.html' title='Slow Like Honey'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8913948941356085394</id><published>2008-08-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:39:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Will Guide You Home</title><content type='html'>So now I'm home. The summer of fun freedom is over and real life starts all over again. This time I'm starting with a different outlook though. I've made some big decisions, set my heart on big things and learned that life doesn't always give you what you think you want. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is full of surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sleeping on a small patch of carpet on my bedroom floor tonight... well, at least that was the plan. It's 1:55 and I have yet to fall asleep. I'm in the process of moving back in, and it seems I've accumulated a lot of stuff over the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to meet new people and make even more new friends once school starts. I love meeting new people and I think my shy-syndrome has become less paralyzing this summer. The fun thing about going to school for photography is that the majority of the friends I will make will also really love photography - and there aren't too many things more attractive then a boy with a camera ;) So for those reasons I am very excited to get going. But seriously though, it is going to be so nice to be able to talk 'camera' for once. And to be able to spend time with people that appreciate the beauty in small things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting serious about Snapbird too. My dad hates that name, but I really like it. Snapbird Photography... yay, nay? I'm going to register my name soon and get a business number and start up my portable studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is the coolest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever do something you wish you could reverse? Sometimes results turn out better in my head then they do in real life. But you live and learn, right? I know what not to do again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired, but I can't concentrate on sleep! I want my bed so bad, but I accidentally covered it in... everything... and now there's no room for me. I have Coldplay stuck in my head, Serena fell asleep on me and my new Mac is so fascinating (and expensive... a thousand dollars more expensive then I was planning on actually). I miss Emily next to me at night and always, Will making me laugh, and well, Cameron just being Cameron. I really want to go back to Picton... that one day... you know, the really good one when it seemed like we were the only ones left on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I was swinging with Logan today and she inspired me so many times. She's the wisest eleven year old I know. I wish I could be more like her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go watch an episode of 'Flight of The Conchords' ... I bought that, season 2 of 'Arrested Development' (they didn't have season 1 in my price range) ooo and season 6 of '24'! I'm excited for that. I also bought 'Once'.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough chatter... this wasn't inspirational at all. &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/5656084781722491522-8913948941356085394?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8913948941356085394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8913948941356085394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8913948941356085394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8913948941356085394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/lights-will-guide-you-home.html' title='Lights Will Guide You Home'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-890681575751411547</id><published>2008-08-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:24:45.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><content type='html'>My song is love&lt;br /&gt;Love to the loveless, shown&lt;br /&gt;And it goes up&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;Is made of stone&lt;br /&gt;And its so hard to see you clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;br /&gt;Your the target that I'm aiming at&lt;br /&gt;And I get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love&lt;br /&gt;My song is love, unknown&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on fire for you, clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;br /&gt;Your the target that I'm aiming at&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Got to get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna leave it until its much too late&lt;br /&gt;On a platform I'm gonna stand and say&lt;br /&gt;That I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love, is love unknown&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - 'X&amp;amp;Y'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-890681575751411547?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/890681575751411547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=890681575751411547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/890681575751411547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/890681575751411547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/message.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-8504933246750276408</id><published>2008-08-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:26:20.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin Through My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow... the summer is almost over!! Just a couple more weeks and then I'm headed back to Ottawa. I think I'm going to feel holy/holey when I get back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy: The Lord has really changed my life around since the beginning of my summer adventures. He's helped me really become myself and realize my potential. I have a new outlook on life, have some totally rad plans for my future and he's put the coolest friends in my life that influence me all in the right ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holey: I've been feeling homesick a lot of the summer... but I know that I'm going to feel homesick for Emily and Serena, Cameron and Will once I get back home. Ugh! They are just the COOLEST! I so love them :D I can't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is really the first time that I've felt like I've had ultimate privacy since the summer started. I've got Capstone in my ears playing a wonderful Step By Step/I'll Do My Best medley, the lights are perfectly dimmed and there's a sweet ambiance that clearly reveals God in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God you are my God,&lt;br /&gt;And I will ever praise you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've decided to give the '365: A Year of Total Surrender' another try. I'm going to revise and start over... I put too many pressures on myself this past year that ended up in rebellion against myself and God. A big part in becoming one with Christ is also becoming one with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching who I spend all my time with - who is feeding my crave?&lt;br /&gt;2. Paying more attention to how I treat my body - not only being careful what I put into my body, but also what I let touch my body... or whom.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires" SS 8:4&lt;br /&gt;3. Dive into the Word!! - The Bible is so jam packed with greatness.... I neeeeed to delve into it more and pick it apart until the pages are crammed with notes of revelation and truth.... and then start over and pick it apart through different, more experienced eyes&lt;br /&gt;4. "Lift You high, bow down low" -  I need to lift God above all the wants and desires of my heart. From tithing to casting my burdens.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get more involved in the ministry... this summer has reignited my passion for the Fight. I can't keep sitting around and wasting time... God didn't call me to be a freelancing photographer... I'm workin for Him :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Morning devos AND evening devos - take that for dedication :P Seriously though, filling my mind with peace before I begin my day and ending my day with peace before I sleep... it will really help me to Cleanse...&lt;br /&gt;7. Weekly devotion with a friend... having a friend to study with will totally widen my experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm seriously considering transferring to Ryerson University in the big city of Toronto.... see how much I've grown? I always said I would NEVER live in TO... and I always said I'd NEVER go to University.... I'm learning not to sell myself short :) I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to put my new portfolio together :) I've taken a lot of really great shots this summer and I know it's going to be super strong. I've had lots of great inspiration, opportunities and models haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is so... so.... photography is so _______! I can't even explain how much I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We live in a beautiful world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8504933246750276408?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8504933246750276408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8504933246750276408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8504933246750276408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8504933246750276408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='Runnin Through My Head'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-7351039900086302417</id><published>2008-07-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:18:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary</title><content type='html'>This summer is so awesome! I'm having a blast with my new 'job'... traveling around with 4 great friends doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; with great kids and spreading great news about Jesus... the great! Sweet eh? We've only been going for 2.5 weeks, but it's been the best 2.5 weeks I've had in a really long time! It's really the best experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a summer of revolutions. I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canoeing&lt;/span&gt;, I've learned out to swim, I've stepped out of my comfort zone and made some everlasting friendships (I know this already) and I'm beginning the journey of becoming my own person... and loving who I am. I have a long list of things I still need to do, for example... trying a candy apple (never done before) and listening to an artists full discography. The list goes on and Emily is my co-pilot for it all. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily (Skip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trueheart&lt;/span&gt;) is so crazy!! She's our prayer warrior... totally devoted 600% to the Lord and preaching his name at every street corner. She's got spunk and an attitude that I love. She's smart, beautiful and my personal model. To Heaven and beyond!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron (William) is organized yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;. He's funny and a total God man. His taste in music makes me drool (not really... well yea... really) and he's super talented. He leads our group without seeming like a leader and he looks good in glasses. I'm so stoked that he's on this team. Most confused frog, I mean turtle, I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Flora&lt;/span&gt; Rose)... where to begin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; (:P) She is the funniest person I think I have ever met in my life. And she is a totally skilled harmonizing singer. She accents Cameron's music beautifully and she's a joy to listen to. She is also full of Jesus-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; and it shows in everything she does. She's a mentor and a super great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;. Prettiest princess around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William!! Mr. Currie! (Capt. Blackbird) Drummer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;!. I'd say he's the quirky one of the group... in a good way! He's great with action songs and dancing and makes up some pretty rad games. He's famous too (I'm popular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I know him). He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;relates&lt;/span&gt; perfectly to the kids and has a huge Godly impact on them while they throw water sponges at each other. Shifty-est pirate ever recorded in history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's them! I love them all so much! I wouldn't change any member of the team because we all fit so well together. I relate to each one for different reasons and they've really turned into my family away from home. And the coolest thing about that, is that it's only been 2.5 weeks and we're already so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer and forever... will rock :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-7351039900086302417?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7351039900086302417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7351039900086302417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7351039900086302417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7351039900086302417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/07/revolutionary.html' title='Revolutionary'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1044942979780705568</id><published>2008-06-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:38:48.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night</title><content type='html'>Being alive is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive and being real is sometimes impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:8&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 45:5&lt;br /&gt;"...I have equipped you for battle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I sometimes fall faster then I can pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is insane in his faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my Lord is determined.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so thankful he has the gift of patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1044942979780705568?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1044942979780705568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1044942979780705568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1044942979780705568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1044942979780705568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-night.html' title='Monday Night'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2490924725755624441</id><published>2008-06-04T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:00:56.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Sun</title><content type='html'>I have a strange feeling in my heart today. Been weirdly emotional and cried for a bit. Not exactly sure what's on my mind, but I think it's unsure feelings of the future mixed with somewhat painful feelings of the past. Been pretty out of it lately, and I've really really been trying to feel God and see Him working in my life, and I do at times, but I don't think as much as I need... or something like that. I just feel like I miss Him, but I know he's right here with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to stop thinking all together and listen... easier said then done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to watch some Planet Earth or Blue Planet, drink tea and appreciate the real things in life... the things God created for us to enjoy. And I'm not going to think or worry or ponder anymore! At least for a little while anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2490924725755624441?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2490924725755624441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2490924725755624441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2490924725755624441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2490924725755624441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-sun.html' title='Long Time Sun'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-9160337603183614061</id><published>2008-06-01T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:58:04.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry your heart with me</title><content type='html'>i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; &lt;br /&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-9160337603183614061?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/9160337603183614061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=9160337603183614061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9160337603183614061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9160337603183614061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='i carry your heart with me'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1726920125858947809</id><published>2008-05-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:51:43.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine</title><content type='html'>Jesus said to him, "I tell you, not just 7 times, but 7*70 times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;(But there's a full moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;risin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Let's go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt;' in the light&lt;br /&gt;We know where the music's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out and feel the night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I bought new hand sanitizer, and I think it burns my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I have the day off tomorrow :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep in until 9, make breakfast... scrambled cheesy eggs and toast... watch my favourite Wednesday morning show... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Survivorman&lt;/span&gt;!... then head out and see some friends. Then I'll come home, finish cleaning my room (yea right), and then try and create a masterpiece on my new canvas... 12''x36''.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I feel like going to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Picasso, my fish... stares at me funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;. There's something relaxing yet upbeat and energetic about their music. I find they fit with any of my moods.... whether I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reflecting&lt;/span&gt; and having some Jesus time, or cleaning my room and dancing around with my cat... they just fit and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Deadliest Catch is a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Telus&lt;/span&gt; commercials are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Cellphones create more problems then they solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;The cat is calling me to bed... so I should go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1726920125858947809?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1726920125858947809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1726920125858947809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1726920125858947809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1726920125858947809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/05/jasmin.html' title='Jasmine'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8046648415168240504</id><published>2008-05-26T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:37:19.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged. Not sure what happened there... just forgot about it I guess. There's only 98 days until the end of 365. Crazy to think how fast the time has flown... I've lived in Ottawa for almost a whole year now. And it's been a pretty intense year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had a lot of ups and downs over the past couple of months. September to November went pretty well, but sometime after that, life started resembling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; ride. Up and down and totally unpredictable. Right now, things are pretty good. God is showing himself to me in crazy ways and my faith is climbing to a high again. He really is an amazing and faithful God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took a 7 hour bus ride to Kitchener last Sunday so I could spend the week with my best friend Jenn who was getting married this weekend. I was totally nervous to take the bus and transfer in Toronto because I'd never done that before and I didn't know how the system worked or where to go.... but God came through for me. I was sitting at the Ottawa terminal, waiting for the bus and trying to calm my nerves, when Dorothy came along. Cute little old lady started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chattin&lt;/span&gt; it up with me and showed me the postcards she just bought in Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;. Her company brought a slight peace to my nerves and we chatted about all kinds of things.... all the way to Toronto. I'll admit, she did talk a little too much, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, she was cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. When we got to Toronto, she showed me where to go and bought me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; because they didn't take debit and that was all I had. Then we parted ways and I made it to Kitchener safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If God didn't send Dorothy, I would have gotten totally lost and freaked out the entire time... and, I would have gone hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;provideth&lt;/span&gt; because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stinketh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(We are all like Lazarus in one way or another...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wedding was beautiful. Jenn was the prettiest bride I've ever seen and I was so proud to stand in their wedding. Jenn and Shawn are going to be happy for a long long time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OOooOoo&lt;/span&gt; and I got a super rad summer job that I can't wait to start. Kids bring out the best in me and I'm very excited to hang out with the other team members. God is cool in providing such an awesome job that suits me completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School starts in September... finally get back to studying and labs! I love labs! And photography labs will rock! Photography 24-7.... best life ever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank God for true friendships that last forever, even if a disconnection due to distance happens for awhile. I'm glad he brought us back together :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tea flowers are pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you Daddy &lt;3&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/5656084781722491522-8046648415168240504?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8046648415168240504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8046648415168240504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8046648415168240504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8046648415168240504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/05/feels-like-summertime.html' title='Feels Like Summertime'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4925745537029916202</id><published>2008-03-25T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:28:32.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James 1:12</title><content type='html'>"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4925745537029916202?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4925745537029916202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4925745537029916202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4925745537029916202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4925745537029916202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/03/james-112.html' title='James 1:12'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2859386267921312621</id><published>2008-03-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:22:43.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Am I, I Am Yours, Send Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Pierced"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Make me, take me, break me, I am pierced&lt;br /&gt;Make me, take me, break me, I am pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am wounded and unworthy&lt;br /&gt;Though I am selfish and untrue&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, You're the healer&lt;br /&gt;You forgave me and made me new&lt;br /&gt;Made me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this love, how can it be&lt;br /&gt;That my God would die for me&lt;br /&gt;For my sins, His wounds did bleed&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you were pierced for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Strong"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow wherever you lead me&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are underneith these stars is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And I will lay it down, this old life of mine&lt;br /&gt;I leave behind all the things of the world just to follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong and courageous&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life for You, my only King&lt;br /&gt;'cause You're my God through all the ages&lt;br /&gt;Here am I, I am Yours, send me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down and I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;When I strumble on the rocks and lose my way&lt;br /&gt;I will cling to Your eternal love&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak You come to me, You give me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow wherever you lead me&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are underneith these stars is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am I, I am yours, send me&lt;br /&gt;Here am I, I am yours, send me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2859386267921312621?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2859386267921312621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2859386267921312621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2859386267921312621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2859386267921312621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-am-i-i-am-yours-send-me.html' title='Here Am I, I Am Yours, Send Me'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-112842115594831624</id><published>2008-03-03T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:21:53.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP! and listen.</title><content type='html'>I've been talking so loud and so much, that I can't hear what God is speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've been having these dreams, and I believe God may be telling me something important.... he has definitely caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dreams that I've been filling my fish tank with really pretty fish of all different sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have this dream again, then I'll really be suspicious of God's possible messages to me about fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop talking. I find that the more I talk about my problems, and the more opinions and thoughts I get from different people, the more I get confused on what I need to be hearing, who I should be listening to, and what the answers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only God knows... so why am I crowding my mind with everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; 2 cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've always known, He's in my heart, I'm not alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speak to me, tell me all the things I need to know, I want to hear you now. Make your wisdom clear, the words I hold so dear. Bring light into my dark.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; in mp3 style so I can listen to God's word while I follow along in my Bible. It's actually super neat... they use different voices for each character, which makes it easier to follow along and get a hold on the stories. I'd like to finish by the summer time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... funny, I remember saying that last year when I tried this. I started around the same time, and my goal was to finish by the summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I'm determined to actually do it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do it. I need to hear God's word. I need to be connected more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;securely&lt;/span&gt; with my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shaken like a leaf. Afraid to life my eyes. Afraid of all Your glory. Ashamed of all my pride. Then you call me in. To your holy place. I fall down. Down on my face. And I beckon you for mercy. I beckon you to forget everything that I've ever done. And I, I... I tremble. And I, I... I tremble. I am just a man, showered in your grace. You're the holy God. Your glory fills this place. And I beckon you for mercy.  And I beckon you to forget everything that I've ever done. And I, I... I tremble. And I, I... I tremble.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 now. Weird eh? Still not sure how I feel about that. I suppose I shouldn't think about it as much as I have been, but for some reason it's a big thing for me. I have a bunch of dreams though, and being 20 makes them seem closer to reality. For instance, being 20, starting my own business seems like a breeze... I'm old enough to handle it. I'm really excited about it too. Having my own company... my own photo studio :D How cool eh? Snapbird Photography. It's super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOOo I got a new bass guitar. Now I'm really super excited to get really good at playing it... you know, I have to be as rad as my bass right? Haha. I named him Perry... he's periwinkle! He's perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Audio Adrenaline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-112842115594831624?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/112842115594831624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=112842115594831624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/112842115594831624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/112842115594831624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/03/shut-up-and-listen.html' title='SHUT UP! and listen.'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-5653128438527132974</id><published>2008-03-03T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:52:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of God - Audio Adrenaline</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm a liar sometimes I'm a fake&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm a hypocrite that everybody hates&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm a poet sometimes I'm a preacher&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I watch life go by sitting on the bleacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been left alone&lt;br /&gt;in any problem that I've known&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;there were times when things were dark&lt;br /&gt;and I've been known to miss the mark&lt;br /&gt;but someone fixed my aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I'm a man of God&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I lay down close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and pray to God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't feel good&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to start the day&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to climb the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes come my way&lt;br /&gt;if I make it, I'm a good man&lt;br /&gt;am I a bad man if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm never good enough&lt;br /&gt;so I let grace prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been left alone&lt;br /&gt;in any problem that I've known&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;there were times when things were dark&lt;br /&gt;and I've been known to miss the mark&lt;br /&gt;but someone fixed my aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a man of God&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I lay down close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and pray to God I'm ready for the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-5653128438527132974?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/5653128438527132974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=5653128438527132974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5653128438527132974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5653128438527132974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-of-god-audio-adrenaline.html' title='Man of God - Audio Adrenaline'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8418717938635605271</id><published>2008-02-06T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:26:27.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in the grocery store today, on the second level. And as I looked down over the railing, I could see the whole store and everything going on. It all made sense, it was organized. I could see where things needed to be improved and where things were working really well. I could see where something was about to go wrong and where things were being cleaned up. I had a clear perspective on everything going on. Then I went down to the main level and started trying to find what I had come for. Suddenly, everything was confusing and noisy and I had to look everywhere for what I needed. Sure, there were signs to help me find my way around, but there was lots of people and lots of chaos. Aisles being cleaned up, people helping people while others created troubles. Suddenly, my perspective on the big picture changed and I was in it. I could only see bits and pieces at a time and it seemed somewhat hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is like the grocery store. We run around through the aisles, trying to find what we're looking for. We run into problems created by other people and by ourselves. We get help along the way from caring people and the signs set out before us. It seems somewhat hopeless at times. But God is on the second floor. He sees everything going on. He knows what's in our path ahead of us and watches as we journey along. He sets out signs and helpful people for us to use. If we just stop for a moment and look up, God will point us in the right direction. He will show us what aisle holds what we need and how to get around the bumps in the road. All we need is the faith to look up and see Him standing there, waiting to help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This really spoke to me, as I'm in a spot right now where I need to stop, calm down, and look up to Jesus. I need to have faith that God is in control and knows where I am going. He knows the paths I'm going to take, knows where I'll need help and where I'll be able to make it on my own. I need to call on Him and really listen for what He has to speak to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8418717938635605271?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8418717938635605271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8418717938635605271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8418717938635605271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8418717938635605271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/02/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-3366151322218414604</id><published>2008-02-04T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:27:35.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracelets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not over it yet. I lost myself and I can't seem to rebuild things the way they used to be. Change is good, yes, but completely ridding yourself of everything you used to be? Maybe the hole isn't telling me to get closer to God, but to get closer with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my passions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-3366151322218414604?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/3366151322218414604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=3366151322218414604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3366151322218414604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3366151322218414604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/02/bracelets.html' title='Bracelets'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4900835153777635028</id><published>2008-01-21T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:13:54.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of my Grandad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R5UmFclmBTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/apy3KHP6zRA/s1600-h/Braeburn__Yukon_by_discoinathens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158070823237846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R5UmFclmBTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/apy3KHP6zRA/s400/Braeburn__Yukon_by_discoinathens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Beautiful Isle of Somewhere"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere the sun is shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt; the songbirds dwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hush then thy sad repining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God lives and all is well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful isle of Somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Land of the true where we live anew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful isle of somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere the day is longer&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the task is done&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guerdon&lt;/span&gt; won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere the load is lifted&lt;br /&gt;Close by an open gate&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the clouds are rifted&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the angels wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4900835153777635028?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4900835153777635028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4900835153777635028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4900835153777635028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4900835153777635028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-loving-memory-of-my-grandad.html' title='In Loving Memory of my Grandad'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R5UmFclmBTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/apy3KHP6zRA/s72-c/Braeburn__Yukon_by_discoinathens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-1970259962124717043</id><published>2008-01-13T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:29:32.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PURITY</title><content type='html'>1. The condition or quality of being pure; freedom from anything that debases, contaminates, pollutes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. Freedom from guilt or evil; innocence&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical chastity; virginity&lt;br /&gt;4. Purity of expression&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleanness or spotless, as of garments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Abstinence:&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean: dissipation, excess, indulgence, self-indulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity:&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean: distortion, fog, fuzziness, haze, obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiness:&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; mean: devotion, devoutness, diviness, divinity, faith, godliness, grace, humility, piety, reverence, rightousness, sacredness, sanctity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Capture my heart again, in the arms of your grace, Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, Oh God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And renew a right spirit within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Learn new ways to worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Realize that everything I do should be a form of worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Learn to turn &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; God instead of &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from God during rough and stressful times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Create a &lt;em&gt;devoted&lt;/em&gt; daily devotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Cleanse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimate Goal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PURITY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a pure heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a pure mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a pure spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a pure body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've thought about some things that I feel are important for me to study and apply to my life, while tieing them in with being pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- assurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- self-image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- materialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- singleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My plan is to study each word for a week and learn to apply it to my life in a holy and pure way. There are so many aspects of life that create who we are. I want to be completely purified, I want to be more like Jesus. Through my studies, I am going to look at how Jesus dealt with each and try my best to follow His example. I'm going begin with "Obedience".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My back has been giving me troubles. I've been in a lot of pain over these last few weeks. I went to the doctor and  she told me that I need to de-stress. You know, its kind of funny. The pain in my back brings me to my knees. It's heavy you know? It's like God is telling me, give me your burdens Love, I'll take care of it... all you have to do is let me carry the cross... and I'll save you. I'll make you better and I'll give you a fresh start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only God can Purify me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I'm giving it all to Him right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Jesus, take my pains and my burdens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Create in me a clean heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;renew a &lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt; spirit within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will you seek You in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will learn to walk in Your ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is Yours forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take it and break it and make it new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give it all over to You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cleanse me and purify me, Oh God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me learn to trust in You completely and not try to figure out everything myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be the cornerstone on which I build my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love You forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love You with everything I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for loving me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not giving up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are undefeatable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Corinthians 6:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We prove ourselves by our purity, our understanding, our patience, our kindness, by the Holy Spirit within us, and by our sincere love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1970259962124717043?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1970259962124717043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1970259962124717043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1970259962124717043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1970259962124717043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/01/purity.html' title='PURITY'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1893503970731525357</id><published>2008-01-02T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:14:53.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rolling river God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little stones are smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only once the water passes through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rough and grainy still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to reconcile this rivers chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feel you rushing by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that time brings change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And change takes time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the sunset comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prayer would be just one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you might pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And notice that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a little smoother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes swollen high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; raging wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But never have I ever known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This river dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The deepest part of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is where I long to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To feel the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sharpest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;edges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wash away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feel you rushing by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that time brings change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And change takes time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when the sunset comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prayer would be just one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you might pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And notice that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a little smoother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1893503970731525357?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1893503970731525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1893503970731525357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1893503970731525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1893503970731525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/01/ambience.html' title='Ambience'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-3777940420793252535</id><published>2008-01-01T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:55:27.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisies of The Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got it all figured out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In September I'm going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fanshawe&lt;/span&gt; College and take Photography for 2 years (or 3, depending on if I need to take the Advanced course too). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fanshawe&lt;/span&gt; is in London Ontario. Pretty city. Once I'm done my 2 years there, I'm going to apply at Griffith University in Queensland Australia for their Bachelor of Photography program. That will take 3 years. When I am done that, I will either stay in Australia and find work, travel to another country and find work, or come back to Canada and set up a studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been my dream to go to Australia for so long, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; that if I take the program at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fanshawe&lt;/span&gt; then there is a really good chance of me getting in at Griffith University. And how much sweeter would it be to have a Bachelor of Photography over just a certificate or Diploma. I'm going to major in photojournalism, so I have a better chance of fulfilling my dream of shooting for National Geographic. I also want to do my own documentary shooting. The world is just so amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I find I get sick of the same scene after too long... especially when the expiry date is long since past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that if things seem too good to be true... then they probably are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the Eels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The list I made for what I look for in a guy......... goes for my friends too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this buddy... oh man he is the coolest! He bought me a web domain so I can start up my photography website! How cool eh? What a totally thoughtful guy. More people need to be like him. In a few days I'll post the site link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is the funniest thing ever. We all just need to get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-3777940420793252535?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/3777940420793252535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=3777940420793252535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3777940420793252535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3777940420793252535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2008/01/daisies-of-galaxy.html' title='Daisies of The Galaxy'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1350896169962269701</id><published>2007-12-29T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:30:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could It Be Any Better Then This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've prayed for a thousand years. And for a thousand years I've waited and listened. Now I pray that for another thousand years, until he says it is time, I will have the patience and faith to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I forget sometimes that God can do whatever he wants. I also forget that he knows my heart better then I do. With that in mind, I'm bound to end up happy, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the light that's leading me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the place, where I find peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1350896169962269701?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1350896169962269701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1350896169962269701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1350896169962269701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1350896169962269701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-could-it-be-any-better-then-this.html' title='How Could It Be Any Better Then This?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-7739794336780081233</id><published>2007-12-28T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:16:18.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>248:117</title><content type='html'>Create in me a clean heart oh God,&lt;br /&gt;And renew a right spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a clean heart oh God,&lt;br /&gt;And renew a right spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cast me not away from&lt;br /&gt;Thy presence oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And take not Thy Holy Spirit from me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation,&lt;br /&gt;And renew a right spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my strength when I am weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the treasure that I seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my All in All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, I pray that you guide our hearts and please take over control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've fallen away. The passion in me has faded and my heart has lost its way. Sometimes life gets crowded and for some reason God is the easiest to push away or forget about. I don't want it to be like that. I want God with me at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've realized why it was so important and crucial for me to make the pact with myself not to date until 365 finishes. And I haven't even started dating, but just the complicated feelings that come along with having really strong feelings for someone.... once their heart is in it, it's not just your own you have to worry about. And now I am worried. I am so worried. Things so far haven't turned out the way I had them turn out in my mind. And it's not his fault at all. He just sits their, minding his own business, his heart all out on his sleeve and I come along, all tainted and messed up and take it? What kind of person does that? No, it's really not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad, but I do feel scared that I'm going to hurt him. It's too late to pretend nothing was said, but I know it can't go on. I pray God, that you bless with me with more patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you ever feel like running away? I do. I want to run away, just long enough to figure stuff out. They say you should never run away from your problems, but it would be a whole lot easier then trying to figure them out while still dealing with them. There's a lot of stuff going through my mind. Where do I want to be at the end of 365?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ there's a love that covers sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No greater love have I ever known; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You considered me a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Capture my heart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[I'll] be the dreamer of your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-7739794336780081233?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7739794336780081233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7739794336780081233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7739794336780081233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7739794336780081233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/12/248117.html' title='248:117'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-7855256842956379495</id><published>2007-12-15T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:00:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroid... You're My Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the feeling of contentment. A lot of the time I have to really relax and think about all the positive things in my life to feel content, but when I do, it's so peaceful. I get overwhelmed with happiness and excitement and I thank God for his generosity. He really is a generous and thoughtful God.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, things makes no sense until you try to look at it through God's eyes. When you look at the big picture, all the little what if's and maybe's disappear. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Do you find I talk in riddles all the time? Hahaha I'm being open, but perhaps not open enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R2Rq4clmBSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EdfcqYEVxf0/s1600-h/edmontonNight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144354192343041314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R2Rq4clmBSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EdfcqYEVxf0/s400/edmontonNight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edmonton is such a beautiful city, no? Look at it... it's incredible. Wow I miss it so much. I'm afraid that if I ever go back for a visit, I'll end up staying there haha so I guess a visit is out of the question. It's a good city, but there's a long list of reasons why it would be a bad idea to move back. I miss the giant sky and the late sunset, the river valley and skyline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Laura will be here in 4 hours!! I am so excited! And Andrew is coming tomorrow! Life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-7855256842956379495?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/7855256842956379495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=7855256842956379495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7855256842956379495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/7855256842956379495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-feeling-of-contentment.html' title='Polaroid... You&apos;re My Bright Eyes'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/R2Rq4clmBSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EdfcqYEVxf0/s72-c/edmontonNight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-1759209084039897809</id><published>2007-12-14T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:16:23.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you say something that you mean one way, and it gets twisted and comes back and hits you in the face. Watch what you say to certain people and don't trust just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there's something you really want to say, but don't, because it's complicated, but then you end up getting hit in the face because you're misunderstood. Say what you need to and choose who you care more about getting hit in the face by.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there's something you really want to say, and you say it, and it turns out great and you realize, getting hit in the face sometimes pays off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"True love is when you admire someone even during their most immature moments."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Anon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every passing second it gets stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, God's love is so deep. It's like.... the most beautiful thing you can think of, but a million times more beautiful. It's like.... the most peaceful moment you've ever felt, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; longer. It's impossible to explain, impossible to fathom, and impossible to measure. Because God loves me, I can love. And because I love God, I can see the love of God showing through in the love that I feel for the ones I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so in love. With people. It's so deep and passionate. I want to love people with God's love so that they can know God's love like I know it and so they can love other people with God's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heaven. Fur Elise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love Chantal Granger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1759209084039897809?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1759209084039897809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1759209084039897809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1759209084039897809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1759209084039897809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-327794455531436319</id><published>2007-12-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:23:43.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know It Ain't Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God creates us all good looking in our own way. But what does that mean exactly? What way am I good looking? What way am I good looking that the other, better looking girl isn't? Or should I say it this way... what makes &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; better looking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;I try not to let this bother me. But some things just do, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've decided to start writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. A story. In the form of a movie. A script. And I'm going to finish it this time, and maybe someday, go back to my original dream of being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;filmographer&lt;/span&gt;, and make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's so many things that I want to do. Why can't I do them all? I'm going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I lost a bunch of myself on the truck. Not just stuff, you know, but identity and self knowledge. I feel like my brain was wiped out with the accident. Amnesia? I've been listening to my hippie tunes, Mamas and Papas, Velvet Underground, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt;.... and I started to remember how I enjoy that music and the times. I've had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incense&lt;/span&gt; burning and I've remembered that I like the smell of hemp and grass and art. It makes me sound silly, but it's true. Where have I been? Why don't I write, draw, go picture walking, make things.... I've been too busy... trying to figure out what it is that I like to do, that I haven't had time to... do it??? I don't know. I make no sense. I need to think about it more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Basically..... there's more to me then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you want to take my picture.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I won't remember....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Honesty (He has to tell me how it is, straight up - no games)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Jesus lover (Be as in love with Jesus as I am... be willing to let God be the most important part of our relationship)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Integrity (Very important to me. The most important thing my father taught me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Funny (I want to be able to still laugh even when the times are rocky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; and Adventurous (Want every moment to count)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abstinence&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not willing to compromise with this one (or any for that matter... I don't care what anyone says)...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fil is coming on Friday... I can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is coming on Sunday... I can't wait :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh... my emotions suck man. I hate how I don't understand them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going out for coffee avec mon pére. Maybe he will enlighten me on my feelings towards... everything. Ugh. I just wish Fil and Andrew were here now! And Alex and Michael. And Mudd. &lt;/3&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-327794455531436319?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/327794455531436319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=327794455531436319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/327794455531436319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/327794455531436319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-it-aint-easy.html' title='I Know It Ain&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-99237216752119030</id><published>2007-11-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:43:02.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Mercy and Grace: CRAVE</title><content type='html'>It is you, we adore.&lt;br /&gt;It is you, praises are for.&lt;br /&gt;Only you, the heavens declare.&lt;br /&gt;It is you.  It is you.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Holy is our God almighty!&lt;br /&gt;Holy Holy is His name alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting my own little Bible study with myself. I'm using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; series called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CRAVE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that talks about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;craving INTIMACY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;craving DESTINY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and craving MEANING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm also going to read &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C.S. Lewis' book 'Four Loves' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which talks about the four different types of love that all humans feel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to know the difference, so I can better understand why I have certain feelings towards certain people. Love is such a deep and meaningful feeling.... which only makes sense. God is Love. God is complex and above all else. As is love above all other feeling. "...the greatest of these is Love." 1 Corinthians 13:13. By understanding the differences in these types of love, I can see how God fits in with everything I do love. I can see where maybe I love too much and God is put second, and I can see where I don't love enough and God needs to be lifted higher. I can hopefully also understand some of my relationships with people more clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I attempted to read it once before, but got too busy to finish. I'm more determined this time though, C.S. Lewis isn't easy to read.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And along with that I'm also going to work through my devotional book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the one year Through the Bible"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will take me deeper into God's word and help me understand what He is speaking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's language:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way I see it is, God is the almighty. He created the Heavens and the Earth and he created everything on the earth. He created humans and he created them all different, but in His image. He gave different cultures different languages. We have to learn these languages in order to communicate properly with the people of those cultures, so we study. We invest our time in getting to know the culture and all the different parts of speaking in that language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so it is with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has his own language. His language is Holy and Just and we need to learn to communicate with Him. By reading and studying the Bible and by constantly practicing what we've learned and by speaking to God, the better we will get at it and the more we will understand. The Bible is our text book and prayer is our test. We should be spending more time learning and yearning to know, because God's language is the most important language you can learn. We need to better our communication with our Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-99237216752119030?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/99237216752119030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=99237216752119030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/99237216752119030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/99237216752119030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-of-mercy-and-grace-crave.html' title='God of Mercy and Grace: CRAVE'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-9220944818219712312</id><published>2007-11-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:14:00.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>290</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing I love most about God is that he answers my prayers &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time. Especially now, now that we have a better connection and understanding and relationship. All I have to do is pour my heart out to Him and he provides me with what I need, exactly when I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The more I pray and the more I read my Bible and work towards being more like Jesus, the less static there is in our communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been stressed out about a few things over these past 75 days, but by asking God to help me with them, I've overcome and learned from them. It's such a comfort to know that I don't really need to worry about anything, because time and control is in God's hands. He knows what's best even when I'm convinced I'm the one who's right. And in knowing that God loves me and is taking care of me gives me so much hope for the things I'm passionate about. The things that I really really want, God will either provide for me, or provide something even greater for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been sick for a month now. On and off, but a constant feeling of less then 100 percent. I think part of it was stress over not knowing what was going on in my head, and that caused me to lose sleep. I have this weird habit (?) where I push stuff out of my mind that is bothering me because I rather not think about it, and then it all builds up and explodes when everything is quiet. And when one big thing is bothering me, it makes all the little things seems giant too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; green tea latte with raspberry syrup and foam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;180 degrees and excellent company.... it's the cure for any heartache)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I slept so well, which was a relief after not sleeping that great on and off for a month. I believe that it was a mixture of waking up to yummy tea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; great advice, spending time with friends and having wonderful family time before calling it a night. And I called it a night at my second home. My second home that God generously gave me. He couldn't have given me a greater gift, in all honesty. I'm still in awe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother is coming home for Christmas. It will be so awesome to see him again! I've always said that if I believed in idols.... my brother would be mine. It's hard to explain really. He's the most incredible person.... such a beautiful Christian and an inspiring roll model. I give a lot of credit to him for how I became who I am today. My love for him is endless. I miss him so much. He's my honest hero. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-9220944818219712312?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/9220944818219712312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=9220944818219712312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9220944818219712312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9220944818219712312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/290.html' title='290'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8166599355004734620</id><published>2007-11-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:45:14.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Life on Mars?</title><content type='html'>A part of me wants to leave my old life behind, move on, forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to leave my old life behind.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants it back.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me misses it horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't just pretend it never happened. No matter how unsafe Spiritually it was. Sure, it seems like a dream to me because most of it was lived in a sort of trance/ tripped out/ surreal/ too much dreaming/ not enough reality kind of way (no, I wasn't on drugs...). It's hard to explain, but basically my dreams were huge and I lived each day making myself believe I could have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they weren't normal dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is one thing that I do miss though. The way the sun hit the air. It was different out there. It inspired me and comforted me in a deep, creative way. Again, it's impossible to explain. It was like creativity flowed through the atmosphere and if the sun hit the clouds and the trees just right.... I could write a whole movie in my head based on the feeling in that moment in time. I haven't felt that in awhile. The sun here shines brightly, but its higher in the sky, I think, it doesn't create the right kind of shadows and filtered light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my creative atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss dreaming about traveling the world, and living against everything society talked about and decided was the true way to live life. I miss listening to Bright Eyes and Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jonestown&lt;/span&gt; Massacre on the city bus and listening to buskers on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whyte&lt;/span&gt; Ave (who were really just lazy teens with no ambition in life and a faded ability to dream). I miss the local shows and going to halls to hear my buddies play. I miss the cliff where everything seemed to be put into proper perspective... my perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inspirers&lt;/span&gt;..... the world was ours to conquer. Sitting in the field with our guitars, our camera and the creative atmosphere.... our castle and our sheep and the band.... I didn't want anything more. I had my best friends and my future all planned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those are the things I know I need to let go. Unhealthy, though so exciting. It hurts when you're best friends don't feel the same passion about true life that you do. God just wasn't in the cards they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; for themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they were bringing me down, while lifting me so high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what got me thinking about this anyway... kinda weird actually. Edmonton was just a city of inspiration for me, and I guess what I might be getting at, or where I could take this thought is that... Ottawa is a place of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; for me too... it's just different inspiration. It's Holy inspiration. And although leaving Edmonton was difficult and I do miss the creative atmosphere, I'm so glad I was able to give it up for Holy inspiration. I've found true meaning in life and dreams since I've been here. My future is actually starting to get colour and I feel like it's going to be good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And I've been eyeing my Mars bar for almost an hour now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can't resist any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To Mars and to bed, that's my dream for tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8166599355004734620?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8166599355004734620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8166599355004734620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8166599355004734620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8166599355004734620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-life-on-mars.html' title='Is There Life on Mars?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8179860734119452637</id><published>2007-11-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:23:33.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus You Are God</title><content type='html'>Love unfailing, overtaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Finding peace again, fear is lost in all you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus, I believe in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I would go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the ends of the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the ends of the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alone are the son of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the world will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you are God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To the ends of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ARE GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't you just want to praise Him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't you just want to PRAISE HIM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't you just want to run around proclaiming the amazing grace and love of Jesus our Christ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jesus THE CHRIST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up our hearts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we will know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNOW you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Open up our hearts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave your only son for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your grace is all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A love that covers sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and takes the weight of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take all of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of my hope is in You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need You so, my everything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JESUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JESUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JESUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The most beautiful things in this world can't compare to your beauty Oh Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The mountains, the birds, Lord, you created them in your image... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... but you're so much more beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Majesty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Majesty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forever I am changed by your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the beauty of your majesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forever I will seek you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All you are is all I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Draw me close, in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathe on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me see your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're like the rain that falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall on this heart and make me new.&lt;br /&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only want to be where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOLY is the LORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KING of GLORY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forever, SAVIOR, of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You have put Heaven in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great is the Lord God Almighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great is the Lord on high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cry out highest praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLORY to the RISEN KING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLORY to the Son, Glorious One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lift up your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open the doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the King of Glory come in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Forever we bow down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crown Him LORD of ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Light the fire within oh Holy GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to dance with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to dance &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to dance &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; of you God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Glorious SON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Majesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prince of Piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Righteous&lt;/span&gt; One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I adore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my life to You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8179860734119452637?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8179860734119452637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8179860734119452637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8179860734119452637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8179860734119452637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesus-you-are-god.html' title='Jesus You &lt;em&gt;Are&lt;/em&gt; God'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2687639018371252622</id><published>2007-11-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:43:16.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt; (noun): a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you not agree that we should be to our friends what Jesus is to us? I truely believe that once you fall in love with Jesus, the love you feel for people changes completely. It's revamped. It's filled with new meaning. It becomes true, to the core, deep down, fill your whole heart and mind, genuine love. It's a love with no limits, no beginnings or endings, no boundaries, no fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in love. I'm in love with so many people it's overwhelming. And the love I feel is different then ever before and I honestly don't think I know how to handle it. I want it to stay true and genuine and innocent, but I also want it to be open to everyone being themselves and not "sensoring" it to please the majority or perhaps the minority.... society. Society ruins so many good things. Society is so quick to judge, so quick to throw out rules of acceptability. Society doesn't know anything. Society doesn't even exist... who is society? Who sets the trends, who sets the right and wrong, who is the "they" that society is made up of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How did I get from talking about love to trying to figure out the concept of "society"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My challenge to you is to be less judgemental. Be less judgemental and feel less judged. Whether we are being judged or not we shouldn't dwell on the thoughts of others because who are they to judge? Didn't Jesus say "he who is without sin throw the first stone"? No one on earth is better then you or I, and you and I are no better then anyone either. God created us equal. God created us unique. God also created us human and he gave us the gift of choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't judge and make good choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That is my sermon to you tonight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2687639018371252622?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2687639018371252622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2687639018371252622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2687639018371252622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2687639018371252622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-870814767426073948</id><published>2007-11-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:40:57.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pu&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (noun): the condition or quality of being pure; freedom from anything that debases, contaminates, pollutes; freedom from guilt or evil; innocence; physical chastity; virginity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think Purity sums up 365. My goal is to be purified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've done some stuff during my life that I need to cleanse myself from. I've already begun to filter my mind and regain control of my thoughts, which was a big goal for me. Having control over my thoughts makes everything else a tad bit easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also been filtering out who I talk to, which has made a huge difference in my attitude and mood. Spending more time with people that make me happy and feel good about myself, and spending less time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; or hanging out with people that upset, confuse or lower myself respect and/or confidence has helped me to treat people in the same way... with more respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been trying to eat healthier, not too sure how successful I am in that field yet. Working has helped though because it's a physical job that gives me a good workout 3 or 4 times a week. I've been drinking more water too, which is great. Still have a ways to go! I'm not concerned about losing weight anymore.... yea, 10 pounds would be sweet to lose, but I don't obsess over it anymore. I am me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which brings me to my next point....... I'm totally cool with who I am. Personality, faith, thoughts and opinions, friends, family, things that I love to do and listen to, the way I look... for the longest time I couldn't stand anything about myself, but I'm finally learning to appreciate who God made me. He doesn't just make stuff for the sake of making it... he thought me out well and I am who he wants me to be. The more time I spend with Jesus the more I hear Him telling me I'm alright. He shows me where to improve, let's me know when I'm doing something right and covers for me when I make a silly mistake... the guy's got my back!! I am oh so thankful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My thoughts on school have been changing I think. I love photography deeply, but perhaps I don't need to take it in school... maybe I should continue on in design, or switch to my original plan of film, or what about social work or Bible College? I've got a few months to figure it out, I'm not too worried yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus is the perfect example of purity. I want to be like Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-870814767426073948?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/870814767426073948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=870814767426073948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/870814767426073948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/870814767426073948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/purity.html' title='Purity'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-5182612916950862955</id><published>2007-11-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:02:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Für Elise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beethoven wrote the most beautiful piece of classical piano music. It's entrancing and elegant and emotion raising. I just love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank God for his presence in times of laughter and in times of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-5182612916950862955?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/5182612916950862955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=5182612916950862955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5182612916950862955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/5182612916950862955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/fr-elise.html' title='Für Elise'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8700764702841516032</id><published>2007-11-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:40:17.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 6:17-18</title><content type='html'>Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything - Lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8700764702841516032?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8700764702841516032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8700764702841516032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8700764702841516032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8700764702841516032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/11/romans-617-18.html' title='Romans 6:17-18'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-3759839220464896581</id><published>2007-10-30T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:18:59.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know And Fear The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a dream last night. I dream almost every night, usually stuff that makes no sense at all or stuff that's absolutely horrid and terrifying. But last night it was different. It was vivid and real and I believe very important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was leaving a building, walking with Chantal and my sister and I saw this man looking at me. He was very dark skinned with grey hair. He was wearing a white suit with a white shirt and a white tie. When I got into the van I sat in the front seat and I turned around and sitting in the very back was the same man, but now he's wearing a black suit, black shirt and black tie. I started talking to him, kinda in a scared way and Chantal asked me who I was talking to. She couldn't see him. And at that moment I knew he represented death. And the man in the white represented life. Then it jumped to me walking with the man dressed in black and I he was telling me I wasn't doing something... and for the life of me I can't figure out what he said! I argued that I was a good christian, but he was telling me there was something I was missing. And then I think I knew I was going to die... and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it. But then I appeared in some room, like a freezer or storage closet with my mom and she asked me where I'd been. I asked how long I'd been gone for and she said one week. Then the dream ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been on my mind all day. I'm not giving my all the way I should be. I just don't know what I need to do to be giving my all. I mean I know there's things I need to work on, I know exactly what, but I feel like I'm missing something, and the black suited guy told me and I can't remember! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to be more honest with myself I think. I need to concentrate on God and I and not on my relationships with other people.... I know my relationships with other people are important, but I've kinda got a hold on that right now..... and God is waiting for my 100% all.... these are just rambles of stuff going through my head.... I'm just not sure how to take my relationship with God to the next level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope He speaks to me again soon.... I mean, I hope I can hear Him soon... I hope I understand. I want to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen, come to the water's edge, all you who know and fear the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen, come to the water's edge all you who are thirsty, come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you what He has done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you what He has done for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has done for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has done for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and listen to what He's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and listen to what He's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise our God for He is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise our God for He is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise our God for He is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise our God for He is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has done for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has done for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has done for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and listen to what He's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come and listen to what He's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-3759839220464896581?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/3759839220464896581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=3759839220464896581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3759839220464896581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3759839220464896581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/10/know-and-fear-lord.html' title='Know And Fear The Lord'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-8134480799635687271</id><published>2007-10-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:26:45.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God-Shaped Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord help me to be less jealous and more trusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight was pretty awesome. I went to a city wide Christian gathering called "The Gathering" at the hockey stadium with a few from my church family and we sang and danced and praised God together. It was so awesome to see the light and the energy of God's love in their faces as they sang and gave it all to Him. I love it. I love God so much and I love praising Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most attractive thing about a boy is watching him praise God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I need to do something. When I lived in Edmonton I was involved for awhile with street ministry and different kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; ministries and I just feel like I need to be involved in that again here. I wonder if there is something I could join in on or if there's something I could start. I just know there's a need for more Christian faces on the streets getting their fingers dirty. We need to be living more dangerously. We need to be risking more. We need to fill the God-shaped holes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt; in my bedroom and my Uncle and Aunt have already gone to bed, so I guess I'm sleeping in my jeans tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my brother deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should really get off this because I'm using my dad's laptop and I'm probably not aloud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8134480799635687271?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8134480799635687271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8134480799635687271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8134480799635687271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8134480799635687271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-shaped-hole.html' title='God-Shaped Hole'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-9031764504835820007</id><published>2007-10-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:16:11.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've finally learned what Love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For years the concept of 'love' made little sense to me. It was warped in my mind due to, I believe, a few unfortunate events. I used to constantly ask myself, is this love? Why do these people say they love each other, why do they say they love me, and if this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; love and they &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;love me, then why does everyone make it out to be something so wonderful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't understand because what I thought and felt as love, was painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is constantly thinking good thoughts about someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is wanting to do things for someone, even if they don't ask, or don't need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is understanding and patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is getting excited at the thought of seeing someone, even though you just saw them 5 minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is giddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is warm and comforting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is family, whether you share the same blood or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is being heartbroken when they feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; when they are happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is wanting to teach and to learn with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is endless amazement and being in awe of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is being proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is eternal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is traveling in the rain or snow, just to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is dropping everything and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is God in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's only one thing I've learned so far in my journey through this year, it's that love is true and the deeper in love I fall with God, the deeper in love I can fall with the people around me. And I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; fallen in love with my new friends. Thanks to God I'm so in love! And I don't want to ever fall out of love with any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Love is patient; love is kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and envies no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;never selfish, not quick to take offense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is nothing love cannot face;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there is no limit to its faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its hope, and endurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a word, there are three things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that last forever: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;faith, hope, and love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but the greatest of them all is love.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/1_corinthians/13-5.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-9031764504835820007?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/9031764504835820007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=9031764504835820007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9031764504835820007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/9031764504835820007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-506154938303167197</id><published>2007-10-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:05:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just You And Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new friend of mine has the most genuine smile I have ever seen. It's overwhelming and I find myself being taken over by happiness everytime I see it. It's so true and so real and so beautiful. I want him to smile all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Votre sourire est si vrai et beau. Votre coeur est juste le même.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Bible study tonight and had a really great time. It's Alpha youth and I'm sort of a leader in it - actually next Wednesday I'm running it - but today we had some great discussion. The classic question of "how do we know we're right" came up and I've come to the conclusion that, no matter what anyone else believes I know in my heart that I'm right. I wouldn't feel the amazing grace and love that I feel if I was wrong. And I know I'm right because no one else has ever died on the cross so that I could live. How is that &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; true? How can you even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; to deny such love. How does anything else make sense? How could someone be so blind from such truth? I just can't fathom how an unbeliever lives without such hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the passion in people to know more and the longing to go deeper into God and into the word. I love discussion and listening and seeing the excitment in their eyes and faces. It's like whenever someone talks so passionetly about Jesus their whole aura becomes energized and so alive! It's incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those are the most mind shattering and awe worthy words I have ever heard (read). Even while they were crucifying Jesus, pinning Him to a cross and torturing Him with their disbelief, His love for them still cried out - that must have been the most painful part of His whole experience - watching His children turn their backs on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I challenge you to set aside a specific time of the day to spend "Just you and me" time with Jesus. I guarantee your relationship with Him and with everyone around you will get better, you'll enjoy life more and you'll realize that you don't need to stress about everything, or anything really. My favourite thing ever is the fact that He goes ahead of you. I'll never forget that. My path is always ready for me. He never forgets to take care of me. And the deeper our relationship gets, the more I feel I can rely on Him and the more I get out of life. I love it. I really really love Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-506154938303167197?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/506154938303167197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=506154938303167197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/506154938303167197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/506154938303167197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-you-and-me.html' title='Just You And Me'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-6896935895651404490</id><published>2007-10-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:32:29.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to practice obedience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to practice patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate the feeling of confusion, especially when I feel it about every aspect of my life. It makes living difficult, and it makes being myself difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[I loved you more then you'll ever know]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know who I want to be, and how I want to be, but I don't know how to be who I want to be. The confusion stirs up these weird and awkward feelings and it changes my thought process so that I'm not thinking clearly. When I sit and concentrate on God, it starts to make sense and I can deal with it, but during the confusion, it's hard to remember God and to think about thinking about Him. It's hard to stop being confused and focus. The feelings take over and that weird pain feeling comes back and messes up all normality in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanging onto things from the past is a bad idea, because life moves forward, not backwards. What has happened already can't happen again. Those moments you waited for are over and the moments you are now waiting for, will be over soon. I hang onto strange things from the past, certain people I shouldn't and it confuses me. Times that were great, but that ended horribly, I hang onto the great parts and try to ignore the horrible. That doesn't work though, because the horrible did happen and there's nothing you can do to change it. Well sure, people can change, but life moves forward and now I'm here, and they're there. I'm here. They're there. How did we get here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[All I know is it's another day now]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so glad that amongst all the change and the confusion in my life, God is and will always be constant. Whenever I need a dose of reality, I can just call on Him and he'll put it into perspective for me. I just need to learn to call on Him more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6896935895651404490?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6896935895651404490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6896935895651404490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6896935895651404490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6896935895651404490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-me.html' title='You &amp; Me'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2404575580679774795</id><published>2007-09-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:35:21.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Do My Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been feeling this weird feeling over these last few days. I'm not sure I quite understand it. It hurts, I know that, but I don't know why. And it's kind of, well, all over my heart. But I don't understand because these past few weeks have been really awesome. I'm becoming really great friends with some youth at church and I feel like I fit in. Well, most of the time I feel like it. I don't know. It's strange. God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; is my comfort while I feel like this, but it still hurts. I'm asking Him what the feeling means and I have a feeling it's a mixture of stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just really literally hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up this morning ready to throw up. I couldn't though because I was playing bass for Allison at the women's brunch. I got to the church and was totally out of it, kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dizzy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; feeling nasty in my stomach. It went away when the youth showed up at Ryan's for the Amazing Race, but it came back again soon after. And now it really hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart and my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think my mommy is on the phone right now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2404575580679774795?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2404575580679774795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2404575580679774795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2404575580679774795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2404575580679774795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/ill-do-my-best.html' title='I&apos;ll Do My Best'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1817388236079675047</id><published>2007-09-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:56:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Soverign I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it's been awhile since I've blogged, but that doesn't mean I've been slacking. In fact, I've seen myself grow a lot in these past few days and weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the biggest and most beautiful revolution is that I've realized that God is still alive in the hearts of young people! The revolution doesn't lay in the fact that I've realized this but the fact that it's true. I've been so inspired by my youth and by youth that I've been talking to recently and I praise God for His work and His love. I'm so in love with Him and when I see Him in the eyes of my friends, my heart swells with joy and excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday Simon talked about the Transformation of the Mind and I think that's huge in the process of giving all to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renewing Your Mind:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- God's word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conform or Transform?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Our minds have to be prepared for action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- We have to be critical thinkers and discipline our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Get ready for battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Philippians 4:8-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8Finally, brothers, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;noble&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;pure&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;lovely&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever is &lt;strong&gt;admirable&lt;/strong&gt;—if anything is &lt;strong&gt;excellent&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;praiseworthy&lt;/strong&gt;—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt; will be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Mind Challenge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Spend 15 minutes a day for one month reading the Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Quietly listen to God for 10 minutes each morning for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When God is the center of your life, happiness truely takes over. Ever since I started 365, I've been happy. Yea, I've had my stressful days, but that's normal. I've been stepping out of my comfort zone, which is totally unlike me, but I've been rewarded for it. I think that God wants us to step out of our comfort zone. How else are we supposed to grow and learn? We'll become stronger and more outgoing people if we do. And we need to be outgoing to be successful for Christ. Don't let your fears take hold of you, because wherever you go, God has already gone ahead of you to prepare the path for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1817388236079675047?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1817388236079675047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1817388236079675047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1817388236079675047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1817388236079675047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-soverign-i-am.html' title='You Are The Soverign I Am!'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-572335461989294646</id><published>2007-09-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:41:35.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Our God, For He Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart was touched tonight after talking with a friend from camp. Him and his girlfriend created a website stating their faith in Jesus Christ and proclaiming that our God is an awesome God. It's such a beautiful site and I know it's going to touch a lot of lives. With their spirit in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, so many people will meet God and I think that is so incredible. Please check out their website and keep them in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/alivenetwork/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/alivenetwork/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God is everlasting and ever present. He blows my mind everyday. I thank Him for his patience with me. My plans for this year are very challenging and at times I'm feeling like giving up. Giving up already and it hasn't even been a month. It's just hard to think about Him every moment of every day when I live in such a wrecked and broken world. Hate and sin just fill the air around me, and a lot of the time it overwhelms me. When I remember Jesus though, it's a beautiful feeling of calmness and relief and peace. As long as I can remember to think of Jesus and His commitment to me, I know I can return the commitment and continue to grow into the Christian I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-572335461989294646?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/572335461989294646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=572335461989294646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/572335461989294646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/572335461989294646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/praise-our-god-for-he-is-good.html' title='Praise Our God, For He Is Good'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-1367389080696776511</id><published>2007-09-16T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:56:08.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation - A New Heart</title><content type='html'>by Capt. Simon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting God change you from the inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;Ezekiel 36:24-29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24 " 'For I will take you out of the nations; I will gather you from all the countries and bring you back into your own land. 25 I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean; I will cleanse you from all your impurities and from all your idols. 26 I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. 27 And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws. 28 You will live in the land I gave your forefathers; you will be my people, and I will be your God. 29 I will save you from all your uncleanness. I will call for the grain and make it plentiful and will not bring famine upon you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I can't change what is wrong on the outside until I first change what is wrong on the inside. (vs 25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I can't change what is wrong on the inside without God changing me. (vs 26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. When God changes my heart I become more ready to live the way he intended. (vs 27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. When God changes my heart he shifts my attention from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dealing&lt;/span&gt; with the problem to building relationship with the Father. (vs 28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. When God changes my heart I become aware that I am not the only one with needs and problems. (vs 26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. When God changes my heart I believe that my success to dealing with my problems lies in God's hands not mine. (vs 29)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1367389080696776511?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1367389080696776511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1367389080696776511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1367389080696776511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1367389080696776511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/transformation-new-heart.html' title='Transformation - A New Heart'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-63096649451647878</id><published>2007-09-12T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:14:47.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Love Is Intricate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RulEuydMKVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0QlAkbcPKHc/s1600-h/the%252Bgirls%252B170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109690822837414226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RulEuydMKVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0QlAkbcPKHc/s400/the%252Bgirls%252B170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-63096649451647878?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/63096649451647878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=63096649451647878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/63096649451647878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/63096649451647878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/gods-love-is-intricate.html' title='God&apos;s Love Is Intricate'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RulEuydMKVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0QlAkbcPKHc/s72-c/the%252Bgirls%252B170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-4729896466241898888</id><published>2007-09-11T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:33:16.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a really super day. Ryan, my youth pastor, picked up my sister and I at 10 am. We made a few stops to pick up paint and then spent the entire day painting the youth room at the church. It looked so good when we finished for the day, but still so much to do! And it was just so great to spend that time with Christian people and have good conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This evening I went to my first worship team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; and that was awesome too!! I haven't played bass in a few months, and though my heart ached for Charlie (RIP), if felt great to pull strings again. And the band members are so fun! I'm the youngest, but that doesn't matter. They all totally support my lack of experience (some of them have years on me) and made me feel like a real member. I'm pretty sure they'll keep me around for awhile. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the goals I made is turning out to be a lot more difficult then I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;envisioned&lt;/span&gt;. The, take care of your body, goal. I had Wendy's for lunch and McDonald's for dinner. Yea. That's nasty. I really need to start following the Canada Food Guide and stop eating so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt;. I also need to drink more water, get more exercise and plan out my sleep pattern better. I have such a long way to go before I get on to a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a job... yippee!! But I'm still waiting to hear from them on when I begin. Hopefully by Thursday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4729896466241898888?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4729896466241898888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4729896466241898888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4729896466241898888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4729896466241898888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-rock.html' title='Let&apos;s Rock!'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-1289190410043426564</id><published>2007-09-10T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:52:53.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary Love</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 58:1, 6-8, 9-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shout! with the voice of a trumpet blast.&lt;br /&gt;Shout aloud! Don't be timid.&lt;br /&gt;Tell my people Israel of their sins!&lt;br /&gt;Let the oppressed go free,&lt;br /&gt;and remove the chains that bind people.&lt;br /&gt;Share your food with the hungry,&lt;br /&gt;and give shelter to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Give clothes to those who need them,&lt;br /&gt;and do not hide from relatives who need your help.&lt;br /&gt;Your godliness will lead you forward,&lt;br /&gt;and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the heavy yoke of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oppression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pointing your finger and spreading vicious rumors!&lt;br /&gt;Feed the hungry&lt;br /&gt;and help those in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Then your light will shine out from the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will guide you continually,&lt;br /&gt;giving you water when you are dry&lt;br /&gt;and restoring your strength.&lt;br /&gt;You will be like a well-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;watered&lt;/span&gt; garden,&lt;br /&gt;like an ever-flowing spring."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-1289190410043426564?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/1289190410043426564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=1289190410043426564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1289190410043426564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/1289190410043426564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/revolutionary-love.html' title='Revolutionary Love'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-3399723689460871586</id><published>2007-09-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:04:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Like Our God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ecclesiastes 9:7-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Seize life! Eat bread with gusto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;drink wine with a robust heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh yes - God takes pleasure in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; pleasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dress festively every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't skimp on colours and scarves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Relish life with the spouse you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Each and every day of your precarious life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Each day is God's gift. It's all you get in exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For the hard work of staying alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Make the most of each one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Whatever turns up, grab it and do it. And heartily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is your last and only chance at it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For there's neither work to do nor thoughts to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In the company of the dead, where you're most certainly headed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I woke up this morning, I was cold. And it was the nicest feeling. It was refreshing and the breeze coming in my window blew on my face and when I breathed it in, I could actually feel it fill my lungs. And something inside me jumped. I woke up with an adrenaline rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God created a beautiful morning and I felt Him around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the Lord hath made, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the Lord hath made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will rejoice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will rejoice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be GLAD in Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Ecclesiastes 9, it talks about loving life and taking it for all it's worth. SEIZE life!! Eat bread with gusto! God gets excited when we get excited. When I'm dancing in my room to my praise and worship, even the Beatles, God is dancing right next to me. He loves us being happy. It probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gets &lt;/span&gt;Him all giddy inside and I bet he even starts to giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my goals for this year is to start doing more of the things that really make me happy. In life we're surrounded with things that aren't necessarily enjoyable - school and work, worrying about bills or where our kids are (well, I mean if you had kids... I don't, but if I did, I'd worry)... these things take up all of our thoughts and leave little room for creativity and imagination. We need to become children again. When we were little we put all our faith in our parents and we let them take care of us. Life was great!! We need to give it all up and let someone take care of us. God. Our Father. When we do that, we'll have less to worry about, which will give us more time to do fun things. Whether it's painting, writing, fishing, skate boarding or cooking. If we believe that God can watch our backs while we take some time off, we can relax and have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure you'd agree that your best friend is more fun to hang out with when they're happy and excited right? Well, the same goes for God. Like a best friend, he's there the whole time, no matter what, but he gets excited when you get excited, and he'll dance with you whenever you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-3399723689460871586?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/3399723689460871586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=3399723689460871586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3399723689460871586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/3399723689460871586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-is-like-our-god.html' title='Who Is Like Our God?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-4146451217510595112</id><published>2007-09-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:20:37.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Treasures</title><content type='html'>Mt. 6:19-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mt. 6:25-34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really appreciate what Jesus is saying in these few verses. He's teaching us not to hold on to the things of the earth, the memories that might bog us down or create pain, or even bring joy and comfort. He wants us to let go of everything we have on the earth so that He can be all we need. Life on earth is temporary, and life in heaven will be worth so much more! God knows what we need, when we need it and how badly we need it. God provides. And His comfort is the most satisfying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can tell you in all honesty that you don't need the things of the earth. The books and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt;, the over-large wardrobes - I know that life can go on without them. And although I feel like a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of my life was torn out after the accident, I've come to realize that that hole is just creating more space for Jesus! God is all I need! He provides when you need providing for and as long as your faith in Him is strong and your love for life is deep... you will be without worry, and live a really great life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-4146451217510595112?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/4146451217510595112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=4146451217510595112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4146451217510595112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/4146451217510595112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/spiritual-treasures.html' title='Spiritual Treasures'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-6841915046133038821</id><published>2007-09-07T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:13:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a week since I began this trip and it's been an interesting week. I think mainly I've focused on goals and my plans for the future. It's been a good week, but I still have a long way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"30 Days with Jesus" by F. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LaGard&lt;/span&gt; Smith - The Gospels in Chronological Order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what I'm using for my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devos&lt;/span&gt;. It's neat to read about Jesus in order of how things happened... it helps me get a better understanding and glimpse of how Jesus lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd recommend it to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think one of my biggest struggles is going to be closing my ears. I shouldn't be listening to some of my favourite music. And what technically is ok to listen to? Just Christian music or is it ok to throw in some other stuff too? I love 70s classics. Love. Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, Mamas and the Papas... Bob Dylan. The messages that some of these bands offer aren't always the greatest... but does the fact that they are classics make it ok? It shouldn't... music is music right? The message is the message, no matter what era it comes from, I'd be applying it to my life today. Perhaps my plan to live a carefree hippie life should be revised...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6841915046133038821?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6841915046133038821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6841915046133038821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6841915046133038821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6841915046133038821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-6110271720034224938</id><published>2007-09-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:11:08.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 40:28-31</title><content type='html'>28 Do you not know?      &lt;br /&gt;Have you not heard?      &lt;br /&gt;The LORD is the everlasting God,       &lt;br /&gt;the Creator of the ends of the earth.       &lt;br /&gt;He will not grow tired or weary,       &lt;br /&gt;and his understanding no one can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29 He gives strength to the weary       &lt;br /&gt;and increases the power of the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30 Even youths grow tired and weary,       &lt;br /&gt;and young men stumble and fall;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31 but those who hope in the LORD       &lt;br /&gt;will renew their strength.       &lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;       &lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary,       &lt;br /&gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6110271720034224938?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6110271720034224938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6110271720034224938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6110271720034224938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6110271720034224938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/isaiah-4028-31.html' title='Isaiah 40:28-31'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-2003875538294503415</id><published>2007-09-05T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:36:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Market Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The market comes alive at night time. I love it. People dancing on the walks, human robots coming alive for money, buskers playing their music. It's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think in a way Jesus may have been like a busker. Standing on the side of the road preachin his good news. I'm sure his undescribable glow of a personality would intrigue people to stop, and instead of giving a nickle or a dime, they'd end up giving their lives over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kinda neat eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-2003875538294503415?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/2003875538294503415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=2003875538294503415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2003875538294503415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/2003875538294503415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/market-night.html' title='Market Night'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-44209187415894773</id><published>2007-09-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:19:41.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Growth comes in lots of forms. A tree getting taller and stronger. A city developing and expanding. A baby taking their first steps. The nerdy kid at school standing up to the bully. A lost soul giving in to the saving grace of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the coolest things I've recently learned is that Jesus went through growth too. I suppose I always just assumed that Jesus, being the son of God, knew everything there was to know and was born having all the answers to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrogating&lt;/span&gt; questions. And in all honesty, Christmas was the only time I thought of Jesus &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being an adult. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think about the fact that he had to grow up, just like the rest of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mary and Joseph also went through the stages of worrying about their teenager, wondering where he was when he wouldn't show up for a few hours or days - it kind of seems like Jesus was a rebel at times. However, he would most likely be found listening and learning about God somewhere. He was so fascinated about God, even though I believe he always knew he had a special connection with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This inspires me. Life is hard. Life is so hard. But the older I get and the more I learn, the more I can see my growth. My growth as a Christian, as an artist, a photographer and a person. The more I grow, the more I want to grow more. The more I learn the more intrigued I am to learn more. Knowing that Jesus felt a craving to know more makes Him more human to me. It makes me feel more connected to the man that died for me. When I hear about Jesus in church or while reading the Parables, its always about how he knew everything. He could answer with a really smart answer that would either leave you dumbfounded or totally inspired to be a better person, and that's totally awesome, but he had to &lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;. And I know I'll never know as much as Jesus, but I can learn and study and be closer to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess what I'm saying is this: To be more like Jesus, one must learn and &lt;em&gt;share&lt;/em&gt; what they learn about God and living as a successful Christian. It's a crucial step on the journey to being more like Him. And that should be every Christians goal if they want to live a more intense and dedicated Christian life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-44209187415894773?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/44209187415894773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=44209187415894773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/44209187415894773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/44209187415894773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-317225396286081696</id><published>2007-09-03T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:14:02.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture My Heart Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes it would just be easier to give in to temptations and sin. Why is that? Why is it so easy to do things that are wrong and sometimes so difficult to do things that are right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a challenge for me. And I think of it in extremes. Would I be a martyr for Christ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What am I willing to give up for my God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you willing to give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-317225396286081696?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/317225396286081696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=317225396286081696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/317225396286081696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/317225396286081696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/capture-my-heart-again.html' title='Capture My Heart Again'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-8909939487548300044</id><published>2007-09-02T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:47:17.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God spoke to me this summer - a few times. And it took a lot for me to be quieted and able to listen. When my parents told me they had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; out of Edmonton, I made the decision to stay behind. Nothing was going to convince me to move. At least, that's what I told myself. But God had other plans. I distinctly remember him telling me, "You're going, and there's nothing you can do about it". Strangely enough, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it. In that moment, I knew, God told me and I had to obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the weeks went by and I prepared for my move. I've never been an advocate for change, but deep down I was excited. I knew I needed things to be different in many aspects of my life. I just wasn't content with where I was headed. The day we drove away I can remember feeling harsh pain in my heart, but relief in my entire body. Leaving what I knew, what I loved... I've moved before and it was never easy, but this time it was different. A different connection or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leaving my brother was the most difficult part. Our family has always been a tight unit, we needed each other to survive, it was always us against the world and we were losing an integral part of our team. Putting my faith in God at that moment was all I could do to drive away without dieing of heartache. I love my brother more then life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So our journey began. Five days on the road from Edmonton to Ottawa. Back to Ontario, back to the beginning. We arrived in Ottawa on the last day of June, a Saturday. Our new house was new to the army and had no furniture so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;*Mart and bought blow up mattresses to sleep on. Mine deflated within the first hour, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, it was an adventure, and I knew soon enough my blankets and teddy bear would be arriving.... well, that was the plan anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our moving truck was supposed to arrive on the Tuesday at eight o'clock in the morning. We waited and waited and finally at about twelve o'clock my dad decided to call the company and find out where they were. A lady answered and my dad asked why they hadn't arrived yet and she said she would call back in a few minutes. An hour or so later, we got the call that changed our lives forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On July 1st a pick-up truck was traveling down a highway in Winnipeg and collided with a moving truck. It hit the gas tank and exploded, sending flames down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; of the truck and igniting the whole vehicle. The drivers jumped and ran for safety and stood watching the truck burn. It burnt for two hours before firemen could arrive at the scene and begin to extinguish the flames. The damage was complete. Nothing remained of the truck except a melted frame stuck to the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days later we're told that story. That was our moving truck. Everything we owned we packed up and placed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;on board&lt;/span&gt;. Two days later we found out. Two days after it happened. And only because we called to find out where they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been two months since the accident. We've spent the past two months trying to figure out what had happened and why. Why. Why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This unfortunate turn of events inspired me, and yet again I heard God speak to me clearly. "You have to give it all. Stop holding onto baggage, stop holding onto the things of the world. You need to put your full trust in me. I won't let you down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Project 365 was born. I planned a year of full surrender and Jesus Cleansing. Body, mind, spirit. I have a full year ahead of me with no plans at all other then to work and save. I didn't get in to school because I applied too late, and even though at the time I found that out I was devastated, now I look at it as something great and exciting. I have a full year to do whatever I want. No homework or stresses to clog my mind, just me and Jesus, for 365 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm very excited for it and I'm dedicated and determined to pull through. I'm still not positive on how it will turn out or what crazy things will happen, but I'm so excited to experience the amazing power of God when I learn to Surrender All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please pray for me. I'm sacrificing a lot to accomplish what I'd like to. I know God is with me and is helping me along everyday, but being human, it's tough to disconnect myself from the evils and damaging things of the world, whether it be in thoughts, actions or words. I'm so determined and so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:) Shel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-8909939487548300044?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/8909939487548300044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=8909939487548300044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8909939487548300044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/8909939487548300044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/surrender-all.html' title='Surrender All'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-35423587228047438</id><published>2007-09-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T18:14:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Is Extravagant</title><content type='html'>Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm moving to the rhythm of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in the secret place&lt;br /&gt;Cause Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known; You considered me a friend&lt;br /&gt;Capture my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm moving to the rhythm of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in the secret place&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known; You considered me a friend&lt;br /&gt;Capture my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-35423587228047438?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/35423587228047438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=35423587228047438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/35423587228047438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/35423587228047438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-love-is-extravagant.html' title='Your Love Is Extravagant'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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-5656084781722491522.post-6096666275199370953</id><published>2007-09-01T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:08:44.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Surrender</title><content type='html'>When was the first time you met Jesus? And how much longer after that did it take for you to give your life over to Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6096666275199370953?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6096666275199370953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6096666275199370953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6096666275199370953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6096666275199370953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-surrender.html' title='Your Surrender'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656084781722491522.post-6053669427305438940</id><published>2007-09-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:02:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could Ask God Anything...</title><content type='html'>What would you ask Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5656084781722491522-6053669427305438940?l=a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/feeds/6053669427305438940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5656084781722491522&amp;postID=6053669427305438940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6053669427305438940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656084781722491522/posts/default/6053669427305438940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moment-with-omega.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-could-ask-god-anything.html' title='If You Could Ask God Anything...'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
