<?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-37761965</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:52:28.450-04:00</updated><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='writing'/><category term='journalism'/><category term='God'/><category term='Steve Turner'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Northstar Creative Writing leader, writing</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is home to the creative writing team of the worship arts ministry of Northstar Church.  It is a place to hear hearts, share opinions, stories, and poems that will hopefully help to challenge, encourage, and guide us all.  Please enjoy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lee baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411328375950612375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/muzik316/ministerofrock2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4125724202917781532</id><published>2009-11-29T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:18:31.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Do Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SxM5ahGeb7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2o8hpJQbmng/s1600/DSCN6958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409730705127010226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SxM5ahGeb7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2o8hpJQbmng/s320/DSCN6958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Skies, Green Grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds chirping as they pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave us this perfect day to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All he asks back, is for us to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of ourselves, it's our greatest gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile to give someone's soul lift &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you can say, a kind word in passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or make a Friendship, that is lasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kind listening Ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reassurance to calm a fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help to one who needs assistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minister to one who needs Resistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave us talents, to use for the good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes the word talent is misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tend to think, talents have to do with art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in doing so, Sometimes they don't even start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try to find out, how good they can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At doing what they do best, Naturally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, if you've read this far, then read the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling you, your talent, is what you do best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there something that you do really good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might think it won't help others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bet it would!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written By Nancie Norton 10-16-09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4125724202917781532?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4125724202917781532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4125724202917781532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4125724202917781532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4125724202917781532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-you-do-best.html' title='What You Do Best'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SxM5ahGeb7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2o8hpJQbmng/s72-c/DSCN6958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1777230478492699346</id><published>2009-04-28T00:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:30:32.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Can Compare ~ A Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfaicpeGqvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cLxp48qCabg/s1600-h/DSCN5857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329625822091717362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfaicpeGqvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cLxp48qCabg/s320/DSCN5857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one has God in their heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing can compare&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;He gives to us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More love than we can give back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Father's true love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1777230478492699346?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1777230478492699346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1777230478492699346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1777230478492699346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1777230478492699346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-can-compare-haiku.html' title='Nothing Can Compare ~ A Haiku'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfaicpeGqvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cLxp48qCabg/s72-c/DSCN5857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5039089868202039523</id><published>2009-04-27T21:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:49:49.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You Are My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfZ8zbV7HxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZu6LxLawlM/s1600-h/RSCN3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584431994445586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfZ8zbV7HxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZu6LxLawlM/s320/RSCN3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, you are my Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's not an infatuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the first one that I think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every situation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A product of your artful hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am, your beautiful creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings me immeasurable joy, to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That with you, I have a special relation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A relation like no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intense feelings for one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My constant companion you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each hour of every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can listen and hear you say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancie you are my Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's not infatuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the first to think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made you with my own hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my beautiful creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it brings me immeasurable joy to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That with me, you want a special relation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A relation like no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These intense feelings we feel for one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your constant companion, I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, I'm always around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So each hour of every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you listen you'll hear me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Me there's always a way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my Love, and I am yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/37761965-5039089868202039523?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5039089868202039523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5039089868202039523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5039089868202039523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5039089868202039523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-my-love.html' title='You Are My Love'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SfZ8zbV7HxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZu6LxLawlM/s72-c/RSCN3058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1037290553832981263</id><published>2009-02-25T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:05:33.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Eternal Love... A Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaWIWCx6poI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0-r7T4eWCtw/s1600-h/DSCN5866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306797648210732674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaWIWCx6poI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0-r7T4eWCtw/s320/DSCN5866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's Eternal Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helps us get through the bad times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1037290553832981263?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1037290553832981263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1037290553832981263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1037290553832981263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1037290553832981263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-eternal-love-haiku.html' title='God&apos;s Eternal Love... A Haiku'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaWIWCx6poI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0-r7T4eWCtw/s72-c/DSCN5866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6910226678938391176</id><published>2009-02-24T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:23:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day To Be THANKFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaQ0DS4NJvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dYqsUkyjaw0/s1600-h/DSCN4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306423492161119986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaQ0DS4NJvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dYqsUkyjaw0/s200/DSCN4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY, are you thankful today? You may ask, "What do I have to be thankful for?" I 'm behind on my house payments, and don't have any money, or I didn't get that promotion I was looking for, or I haven't got the kind of life I want to have...... hmmmm, Do you have healthy kids?  Do you have a home to go home into, when it's too cold to stay outside?  Do you have some kind of food to go into your stomach when you feel hungry?  Do you have to struggle to pull air into your lungs, when you take a breath?  Do you have to hold onto a walker every time you take a step, to keep from falling? Do you have to push switches with your chin, cause you can't feel your hands? Think about it.... we always have something to be thankful for if we are alive and have the mindfullness to know that we are alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may have one problem or another or several at one time.... We may have one health problem or another, or several, at one time, but you know.... there's someone, somewhere, who has it a whole lot worse than we do.....  If we open our eyes and look around, we would probably see them.  Today might be a good day to reassess the good things in your life!  To say, "Hey, it could be so much worse!" I'm Thanking God for his Blessings today, Are you? ~Peace~ Nancie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6910226678938391176?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6910226678938391176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6910226678938391176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6910226678938391176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6910226678938391176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-day-to-be-thankful.html' title='A Good Day To Be THANKFUL'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SaQ0DS4NJvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dYqsUkyjaw0/s72-c/DSCN4677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6309970445642052776</id><published>2009-02-19T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:45:13.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Reached Down</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago a friend of mine who plays and sings but doesn't feel that he can write songs, asked me to write a song. he threw out a few ideas concerning a life that had gone way off course and and then found God... this is what I came up with....  of course I had to add a little to it, today... we never got around to putting music to it, I'm not even sure if it's right for music, but it still has a message to someone..............&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;in the past&lt;br /&gt;when my life,&lt;br /&gt;the way I lived it&lt;br /&gt;moved so fast&lt;br /&gt;And always,&lt;br /&gt; to get where I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I just ran over others,&lt;br /&gt;even my Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happy&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried&lt;br /&gt;Everything I did&lt;br /&gt;left me unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;So I kept on searchin'&lt;br /&gt;for something to stoke my pride&lt;br /&gt;All the while&lt;br /&gt;I was dying inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Then my Father God, In all his Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Reached down to put his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;He didn't care what I had done&lt;br /&gt;He was my Father and I was his Son&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He was my Father, and I was his Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to crawl&lt;br /&gt;before I could walk&lt;br /&gt;I had to cry out to him&lt;br /&gt;before I could talk&lt;br /&gt;I was the apple of his eye&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't understand  why&lt;br /&gt;Because I was rotten to the core&lt;br /&gt;My seed was sin,&lt;br /&gt;But that was before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;My Father God in all of his majesty&lt;br /&gt;Reached down and put his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care what I have done&lt;br /&gt;'Cause He is my Father, and I am his son&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes, He's my Father and I'm his Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fast moving treadmill&lt;br /&gt; that I was on&lt;br /&gt;left little time&lt;br /&gt; for my family and home&lt;br /&gt;I gave into  temptations&lt;br /&gt;to drink and roam&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm singin a brand new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;'Cause,  My Father God with all his Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Reached down, and put his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care what I have done&lt;br /&gt;He is  my Father, and I am his Son&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He's my Father and I'm his Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I don't run anymore&lt;br /&gt;to appease my foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;Since God slowed me down&lt;br /&gt;to walk by his side&lt;br /&gt;Before I was running,&lt;br /&gt;with no place to go&lt;br /&gt;not knowing that&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loved me so&lt;br /&gt;I was running so hard&lt;br /&gt;from place to place&lt;br /&gt;denying some truths&lt;br /&gt;that I needed to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But that was before You,&lt;br /&gt;My Father God, with all your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;You reached down and put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt; No, You don't care about the things that I've  done&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are my Father and I am your Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new man, since I found that out,&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't have anymore doubts&lt;br /&gt;you are my Father, And I am your Son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6309970445642052776?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6309970445642052776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6309970445642052776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6309970445642052776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6309970445642052776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-reached-down.html' title='He Reached Down'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-3978355698178645432</id><published>2009-02-19T10:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:46:56.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....  it's been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SZ2Kl5x6HYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ocCxpVKkOKg/s1600-h/DSCN3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304548319882255746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SZ2Kl5x6HYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ocCxpVKkOKg/s200/DSCN3432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Ya'll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't a poem, I'm going to put in a poem later. But right now, I want to thank Lee for his vintage thoughts.net. I tried to comment there, but I must be doing something wrong, cause for some reason it wouldn't let me.... So I'll put it here!&lt;/div&gt;Vintagethoughts. on Lee's blog..... Well........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a great place to reflect on ourselves, because so many things he says to us on there, hits home with one or the other of us, at any given time. He relays feelings that we've felt at one time or another, or sometimes touches on feelings that we need to examine inside ourselves. No matter which way it touches you and me it's still Food for thought, Manna..... so to speak. Something I read last night touched home with me, so much so, that I felt it warranted this note. With so much going on in my life, sometimes it's too easy to lose sight of the fact, that I truely am blessed far beyond belief. I let a failed marriage and life trials, give me reason to hold my own pity party, more than once, more than twice, oh, so many times this past year, I have always been a strong person, but for some reason, allowed satan to use these events to cloud my vision about what is more important in my life.... about just how thankful I should be for every breath I take and every step I make. I lost sight of the fact that if I gave it ALL to God. He WOULD take it from me and take care of tying up all the loose ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See... my problem has been, that I would give it to him, but I tried to keep the task of tying up all the loose ends, for me to do, which never failed to put me back on that rollercoaster ride, called "Life in the self pity lane," up and down, and round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows! I'm sure you've been the only passenger on a rollercoaster ride at some time in your life, and you kinda get stuck on it when the POWER, (God's power) gets interrupted due to something you feel or something you've done, or something you feel has been done to you. There's any number of reasons why we take the Rollercoaster ride from hell , (because when you think about it that's where it originates when satan steps in and takes the controls.) The main reason I see is that sometimes when we are not thankful ENOUGH, we forget just how much God does give us, as gifts, we forget the fact that we are not entitled to ANYTHING, in this life. We forget that LIFE, in and of itself is a magnificent Gift, given freely to us, by our Lord. And that with his help this life is always good even when we perceive it to be falling apart. PERCEIVE being the key word in that sentence.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time that I get in the mood for an "oh, me, poor me" Get together, I will invite God to help with the planning and details. He can help me change my feelings and make it an, "Oh Father I thank You!" Praise party. Because at the end of the day, everyday! And at the beginning of the day too, for that matter!... That's right where we need to be.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made several copies of Lee's vintage thought column on this, and will keep it handy to remind me that I do have so much more to be thankful for, each and every day, than I sometimes realize. THANK YOU LEE! You are an Awesome Leader and one of God's gifts to Northstar Church, and His World! Hey you guys, if you are thankful for someone and how they've helped you, LET THEM KNOW! This is a good place to start.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In God's Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Peace~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancie Norton&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/37761965-3978355698178645432?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3978355698178645432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3978355698178645432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3978355698178645432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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To Know  ~  Haiku ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SREzGjgwSmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/euBOey7YGcA/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045627077675618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SREzGjgwSmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/euBOey7YGcA/s200/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cloudy skies outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While sunshine is peeking through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it be both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes gets complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When bad things are said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is not for us to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some, he will show us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for his guidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good things worth waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life changes daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God grant me patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wait for answers from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My strength is in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4183449499599795326?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4183449499599795326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4183449499599795326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4183449499599795326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Sometimes He Speaks Through Me</title><content type='html'>If you speak&lt;br /&gt;They will hear&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how&lt;br /&gt;I'm always near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them manna&lt;br /&gt;Feed their Spirit&lt;br /&gt;If they listen&lt;br /&gt;They will hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how&lt;br /&gt;It should always be&lt;br /&gt;I love them dearly&lt;br /&gt;They should only worship me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am their Father&lt;br /&gt;There is only one&lt;br /&gt;I allowed for their sake&lt;br /&gt;The crucifiction of my Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they ask&lt;br /&gt;I will forgive&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;They can eternally live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell them now&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't listen&lt;br /&gt;When all gather in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;They will be missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8564828597770751124</id><published>2008-11-01T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:08:47.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQz0DWhuj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4L10wNbDO7w/s1600-h/300_242819%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263850402913095490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQz0DWhuj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4L10wNbDO7w/s200/300_242819%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beauty of an Alabama sunset &lt;div&gt;A marvelous sight, you won't soon forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking out past the fields of hay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sight to behold, at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet lonesome call of the whippoorwill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days seem so surreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sittin' on the porch with Family and Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing the evening, didn't have to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days of the past, when our Family lived close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the times that I miss the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A death in the Family, brings us all back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartstrings that tie us, like an invisible tether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All too soon, this unlikely reunion will end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll all go our seperate ways again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugging, and vowing, that we'll keep in touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With these Family members that we love so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to keep in touch,with many ways to communicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't let life hold us up, tomorrow might be too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never know if we'll have each other tomorrow, keep in touch with your loved ones......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8564828597770751124?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8564828597770751124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8564828597770751124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8564828597770751124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8564828597770751124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/evening-to-remember.html' title='An Evening To Remember'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQz0DWhuj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4L10wNbDO7w/s72-c/300_242819%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6407098362109870193</id><published>2008-11-01T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:32:46.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters In Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzOnbu0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RE9HXSOhFSQ/s1600-h/DSCN3039_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263809241343606930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzOnbu0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RE9HXSOhFSQ/s320/DSCN3039_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my Sisters in Christ, Count it all joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go through temptations from satan's ploys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you'll stand firm in your Faith, you'll receive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wisdom and strength,given to Women who believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And imagine this, when your faith is being tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your patience will grow, you'll be changing inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, wavering not is an absolute must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD says, "In me, you must put your absolute trust"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without that trust, you'll be like a wave in the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driven with the wind, and tossed mightily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sisters in Christ, be ever so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cling to the Father, all the day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will hold to your hand, and walk with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what trials you have,GOD will see you through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6407098362109870193?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6407098362109870193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6407098362109870193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6407098362109870193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6407098362109870193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters-in-christ.html' title='Sisters In Christ'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzOnbu0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RE9HXSOhFSQ/s72-c/DSCN3039_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6406818691345830131</id><published>2008-10-31T14:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:13:08.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors of the past... December 12, 2005</title><content type='html'>I've never put many of this kind of poem on here, these are feelings that I've had a hard time&lt;br /&gt;sharing with others. I always looked at it as venting. And perhaps it is. But I'm realizing that in order to grow as an Artist for GOD, I have to  see ALL of my work as the art that it is.... As the talent that HE gave me to share with other people. After all, these may be words that can touch another, and help them to know that they are not alone in this journey that we call Life. And that they are not alone in the trials and troubles that sometimes will intrude, into their seemingly secure life with another.... and maybe,  just maybe,  I can show them that Life only gets better if we allow JESUS, to carry us when we can't walk anymore on our own. Hopefully I can help another to believe as I've come to believe, that sometimes when bad things happen to good people, even though you feel like the Hurt and pain will swallow you up, IT WILL GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;  If we'll let him, GOD will use it to realign us with the plan, that he had for us all along.&lt;br /&gt;                                   ~ PEACE ~   Nan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in my Bathroom mirror&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I see?&lt;br /&gt;The years of hurt and heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Have taken their toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be a happy person&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes,you could always see a smile&lt;br /&gt;But because of all you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;They haven't been that way in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the man, I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;When I pledged my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Behind that smile and those lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is a heart that beats untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally come to realize that&lt;br /&gt;Your heart doesn't know how to care&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to overlook this fact&lt;br /&gt;Even though,the signs were always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to give you up&lt;br /&gt;The time is here and now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can still love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to work through that somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I can look back&lt;br /&gt;Without this emptyness and pain&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, that time will come very soon&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel like a whole woman again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in Dec. of  2005, after yet another try, to make a broken relationship work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6406818691345830131?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6406818691345830131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6406818691345830131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6406818691345830131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6406818691345830131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirrors-of-past-december-12-2005.html' title='Mirrors of the past... December 12, 2005'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6274970268676201362</id><published>2008-10-29T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:56:33.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Can You Believe it?  Just one Haiku ~</title><content type='html'>So many bad times&lt;br /&gt;Have come my way this past year&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6274970268676201362?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6274970268676201362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6274970268676201362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6274970268676201362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6274970268676201362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-believe-it-just-one-haiku.html' title='~ Can You Believe it?  Just one Haiku ~'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6390429165892926522</id><published>2008-10-27T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:14:33.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Dancer ~~~~~~~ Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzQQLWyfJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tj4NShTDdLE/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263811040834124946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzQQLWyfJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tj4NShTDdLE/s200/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the marina&lt;br /&gt;The skies dark and ominous&lt;br /&gt;Rain is comming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his dog&lt;br /&gt;Nearby playing in the grass&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows fiercely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the boats&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and so serene&lt;br /&gt;Then the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seagulls call to me&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could have stayed longer&lt;br /&gt;And danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I can't stop with one haiku when I write them, I am compelled to write a series most of the time.... Hmmmm......... Maybe it's an OCD kind of thing.... Hee Hee Just in case you were wondering..... and if you weren't wondering....... uhhh, just disregard the conversation here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6390429165892926522?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6390429165892926522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6390429165892926522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6390429165892926522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6390429165892926522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-dancer-haiku.html' title='Rain Dancer ~~~~~~~ Haiku'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzQQLWyfJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tj4NShTDdLE/s72-c/DSCN0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4313339100768215191</id><published>2008-10-27T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:58:08.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Me Father God</title><content type='html'>I'm glad my precious Jesus&lt;br /&gt;That I have you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me is so sweet&lt;br /&gt; I hope we're never again apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me, my Father God,&lt;br /&gt;To spread your word throughout,&lt;br /&gt;This great big world around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh! So many things I can tell them about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how you can provide for their every need,&lt;br /&gt;Or about the way you care for us&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's that thing we have between us&lt;br /&gt;You know,    that beautiful feeling called trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Heavenly Father, I will tell them how&lt;br /&gt;You sent your Beloved Son to Earth&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse our souls, by shedding his blood,&lt;br /&gt;It was all planned before his birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Mother, Lord I know,&lt;br /&gt;That must have been a hard thing to do&lt;br /&gt;But you did it, so you could show us&lt;br /&gt;Just how much you loved us too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell, how you wanted to give us a chance&lt;br /&gt;To have a relationship with you&lt;br /&gt;And that you even gave us a manual&lt;br /&gt;To teach us how and what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'll tell them,"Take time to read it,&lt;br /&gt;You might be surprised at what you find!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Lord, as you reach out to them,&lt;br /&gt;I know that some will change their minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4313339100768215191?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4313339100768215191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4313339100768215191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4313339100768215191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4313339100768215191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/use-me-father-god.html' title='Use Me Father God'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-2586513382377722108</id><published>2008-10-27T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:20:14.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Subject Of Giving</title><content type='html'>You know, God loves a cheerful giver&lt;br /&gt;Someone who gives from the Heart&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't want us to ignore our bills&lt;br /&gt;He just asks that we do our part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a part of all that we have&lt;br /&gt;And a part of all that we make&lt;br /&gt;Makes for many blessings&lt;br /&gt;Of which, we can all partake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our household expenses&lt;br /&gt;Threaten to swallow us up&lt;br /&gt;Along with credit and gas cards&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... we all drink from that same cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us need to take a second look&lt;br /&gt;At where all our money goes&lt;br /&gt;So many things, we think we've got to have&lt;br /&gt;Like those name brand shoes and clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are things, we could save some money on&lt;br /&gt;To make sure we have enough to give&lt;br /&gt;To God and people who are in need&lt;br /&gt;Of food and medicine, just to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says he'll take care of all of our needs,&lt;br /&gt;And if we give, all that we can&lt;br /&gt;He'll make sure, we get some of what we want&lt;br /&gt;That's all just a part of his plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-2586513382377722108?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-3012084118233328025</id><published>2008-08-19T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:30:35.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Talented</title><content type='html'>Writing, by far is the coolest thing&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves non writers wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we can think up the things that we write&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even getting up,to write in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a talent,God gave us you see&lt;br /&gt;He gave us all talents,no matter what they may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talents aren't restricted to writing,music and Art&lt;br /&gt;On the stage in God's life play, we all have a part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no insignificant people in this world&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be a Man, a Woman, a Boy, or a Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try, you can discover what your talents are&lt;br /&gt;It's what you do best, It's your shining star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be something as simple as a good listening ear&lt;br /&gt;There are always people who need someone to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you always know just the right words&lt;br /&gt;Comforting another,when painful events have occured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be someone who draws specific attention&lt;br /&gt;Like a Preacher,a Teacher,or a speaker at conventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your talent may be, a warm friendly smile&lt;br /&gt;Or the ability to run faster,than anyone else in a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cook, a carpenter, a plumber or a vet&lt;br /&gt;These are all talents...Have you picked, yours out yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself,be who you were created to be&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that in many ways, it will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings of discontent will all fade away&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so much happier, with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't discovered yet,what your talents are&lt;br /&gt;Give God a chance to show you,it's what he's been waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-3012084118233328025?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3012084118233328025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3012084118233328025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3012084118233328025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3012084118233328025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-talented.html' title='You Are Talented'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1872724666345510643</id><published>2008-08-12T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:58:18.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open His Eyes</title><content type='html'>Lord touch his heart&lt;br /&gt;And let him know that you are there&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't realize&lt;br /&gt;That you will always care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open his eyes wide, Lord&lt;br /&gt;So that he may see&lt;br /&gt;That you my God, can fill his soul&lt;br /&gt;With your love constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he can find you&lt;br /&gt;Before his time on Earth is up&lt;br /&gt;Because his way of life now&lt;br /&gt;Is meaningless and corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, I shouldn't be judging him&lt;br /&gt;I know, that's for you to do&lt;br /&gt;We'll all be before your throne one day&lt;br /&gt;When our days on Earth are through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me be an example&lt;br /&gt;Of your eternal saving Grace&lt;br /&gt;To him and all the others&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't have you within their space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1872724666345510643?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1934973110842901154</id><published>2008-06-28T19:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:04:37.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is Your Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzgeShM79I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cOjc_zej12A/s1600-h/DSCN0904_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263828875461062610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzgeShM79I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cOjc_zej12A/s200/DSCN0904_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With so much seemingly going wrong&lt;br /&gt;lately, I have to really be on my Guard,&lt;br /&gt;Because satan will use anything he can, to&lt;br /&gt;gain control......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions here&lt;br /&gt;Are things as they seem to be?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on empty&lt;br /&gt;Can I keep on keeping on?&lt;br /&gt;I ask GOD for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there&lt;br /&gt;He has never let me down&lt;br /&gt;His Love is REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;When life is almost normal&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in my LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;The strength that you need is there&lt;br /&gt;HE IS YOUR SPIRIT.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1934973110842901154?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1934973110842901154/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;On a guitar named Sally&lt;br /&gt;Music calms the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in this moment&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised&lt;br /&gt;Savor life's Flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down by the creek&lt;br /&gt;Beauty unmatched anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;Shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the dancing flames&lt;br /&gt;As the fire warms the soul&lt;br /&gt;Sweet moments in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us beauty&lt;br /&gt;All around us in the world&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all these gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7954684339960949199?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzT4JKf7uI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nrZzL1fQXic/s72-c/DSCN3978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-149099425628002206</id><published>2008-06-26T18:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:17:33.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier God Is With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzVcXRJLwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ASEcMThLSsQ/s1600-h/DSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263816747748241154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzVcXRJLwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ASEcMThLSsQ/s200/DSCN0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soldier, God is with you&lt;br /&gt;He's with you, everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure he's walking beside you&lt;br /&gt;This is something, he wants you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, to tell you that anytime you need to&lt;br /&gt;You can reach out and touch his hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't worry, when you feel that scar&lt;br /&gt;That's something he got, from taking a stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stand that wasn't very popular&lt;br /&gt;With many people back in those days&lt;br /&gt;And you can bet, there were perils and hardships&lt;br /&gt;Comming at him, from so many different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, he went through so much&lt;br /&gt;From his goal, he never did stray&lt;br /&gt;He was never one to back down&lt;br /&gt;That just wasn't Jesus's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you, he stood up for a cause&lt;br /&gt;To help people like us, to be free&lt;br /&gt;Free from satan's life destroying power&lt;br /&gt;Giving us all the freedom to choose our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can believe, he is right there&lt;br /&gt;Taking this stand with you&lt;br /&gt;You can trust him with your life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you are going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call his name, he's listening&lt;br /&gt;He will always recognize your voice&lt;br /&gt;He wants a personal relationship with you&lt;br /&gt;But, it has got to be your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Soldier, wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;Know, that God is there&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what your choice may be&lt;br /&gt;Know, that he'll always care....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-149099425628002206?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/149099425628002206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzVcXRJLwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ASEcMThLSsQ/s72-c/DSCN0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-2389388162036824812</id><published>2008-06-25T17:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:16:11.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Consider It...</title><content type='html'>As I sit here waiting for a delivery of Dialysis solution&lt;br /&gt;for my daughter....(because she has started a new job&lt;br /&gt;today) and the company delivers by appointment only,&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to come over to wait and sign for the delivery.&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind chimes&lt;br /&gt;Play a song&lt;br /&gt;as I sit here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking, of my daughter,&lt;br /&gt;and all she's been through&lt;br /&gt;And still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialysis,&lt;br /&gt;A foriegn word to most people&lt;br /&gt;One we never grasp the importance of&lt;br /&gt;Until it is needed by, someone we love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now,&lt;br /&gt;It seems so foriegn,&lt;br /&gt;The thought that, without it&lt;br /&gt;My Daughter could,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Miracle child&lt;br /&gt;who survived, a car backing&lt;br /&gt;over her body, at the age of&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Miracle child,&lt;br /&gt;Who survived with, a fractured femur&lt;br /&gt;After being hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;When she was eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My miracle child,&lt;br /&gt;Who survived a rollover wreck,&lt;br /&gt;without a seatbelt, not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;God brought her through all this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a reason.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to believe that,&lt;br /&gt;this too,&lt;br /&gt;She will survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kidney transplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what she needs,&lt;br /&gt;But the wait is long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;to see all that she,&lt;br /&gt;has to go through as she waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a new life.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never thought about Organ Donation,&lt;br /&gt;Please consider it... There are so many people&lt;br /&gt;out there, just like my Daughter. Whose lives depend&lt;br /&gt;on getting a transplanted organ, some die before an&lt;br /&gt;organ is available............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-2389388162036824812?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2389388162036824812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=2389388162036824812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2389388162036824812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2389388162036824812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-consider-it.html' title='Please Consider It...'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5739771553739931744</id><published>2008-06-24T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:35:37.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzns6WnQoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n45au3uKDdo/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263836823253631618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzns6WnQoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n45au3uKDdo/s200/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began with Adam and Eve&lt;br /&gt;The blatant attempts to deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had given them, oh so much&lt;br /&gt;All things good and beautiful, right there to touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one instruction, he gave to them&lt;br /&gt;He asked, that they not disobey him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Children, don't eat the fruit of this tree,&lt;br /&gt;It's very important, you must listen to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But satan pulled out all of the stops&lt;br /&gt;He tempted Eve with the apple crop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught her alone, out in the garden&lt;br /&gt;God's rules, satan talked her into discarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she invited Adam to have some too&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bite of that apple, he agreed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was watching this, right from the start&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all this.... well it broke his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when they discovered, that they were nude&lt;br /&gt;This turned something beautiful,into something lewd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God called to them, they would not come&lt;br /&gt;Looking for cover, they now felt they needed some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, the plan was changed&lt;br /&gt;Life as they knew it, had been rearranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deceit that satan used, still goes on today&lt;br /&gt;So many more temptations, now come our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us a chance to choose wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;When satan tempts, we can give in, or fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when you're tempted by that deceptive old snake&lt;br /&gt;Give alot of thought to the choice that you make.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzns6WnQoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n45au3uKDdo/s72-c/DSCN1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-593209207779065588</id><published>2008-06-24T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:23:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Special Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzWt5gisNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MbvtXCp2De8/s1600-h/DSCN2261_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263818148509036754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzWt5gisNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MbvtXCp2De8/s200/DSCN2261_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven brought me this special child&lt;br /&gt;She melts my heart, when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not like most, she has special needs&lt;br /&gt;But in determination, she far exceeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is different, only God knows why&lt;br /&gt;For us, no understanding... so we shouldn't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to love and guide them the best that we can&lt;br /&gt;Teaching them, without too many demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of God's Angels, right here on Earth&lt;br /&gt;Menningitis struck her, two months after her birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything, there is a time and a season&lt;br /&gt;God spared this child for a special reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this Special Child&lt;br /&gt;Who melts my heart, when she smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-593209207779065588?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/593209207779065588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=593209207779065588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/593209207779065588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/593209207779065588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-special-child.html' title='This Special Child'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzWt5gisNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MbvtXCp2De8/s72-c/DSCN2261_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7670097229151478649</id><published>2008-06-12T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:53:23.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinquan</title><content type='html'>Cinquan ( sin-kane ) A thought devided&lt;br /&gt;into five lines..The first and last lines have&lt;br /&gt;2 syllables, The second line has 4 syllables&lt;br /&gt;the third line has 6 syllables the fourth line&lt;br /&gt; has 8 syllables .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would try it,  and it turned out to be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear a&lt;br /&gt;Guitar, playing&lt;br /&gt;With beautiful voices&lt;br /&gt;Singing love songs down on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Loudly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7670097229151478649?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7670097229151478649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7670097229151478649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7670097229151478649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Touching fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;No other soul in sight&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts, No Reins&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that song sets me free&lt;br /&gt;A song for my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always lifts me&lt;br /&gt;When somebody hurts my heart&lt;br /&gt;A Savior, A Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is there&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for that nail scarred hand&lt;br /&gt;Grab it and hang on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-3524007681775551405?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3524007681775551405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3524007681775551405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3524007681775551405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3524007681775551405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness-is-there.html' title='Happiness Is There'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5319685517993413238</id><published>2008-06-10T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:38:01.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzoRZ93kfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Kx3ujrBMTl8/s1600-h/DSCN1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263837450215068146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzoRZ93kfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Kx3ujrBMTl8/s200/DSCN1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created a special woman&lt;br /&gt;To be a mate for each man&lt;br /&gt;To stand by him when others won't&lt;br /&gt;And to help him in any way she can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one finds that special woman&lt;br /&gt;In God's eyes, she's his partner for life&lt;br /&gt;He even gave her a special name&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible she is called a Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a man and wife has something special&lt;br /&gt;A relationship to have with no other&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure described in Song of Soloman&lt;br /&gt;Not to ever be shared with another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But satan saw a way&lt;br /&gt;To use it for his means&lt;br /&gt;He will slip right in and tempt one&lt;br /&gt;Overcomming any doubts and reservations, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knew there would be temptations&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible it's called lust&lt;br /&gt;When a marriage is invaded by it&lt;br /&gt;The result is a broken trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, trust once someone loses it&lt;br /&gt;Is extremely hard to get back&lt;br /&gt;It brings a roller coaster effect to a marriage&lt;br /&gt;Causing it to frequently jump the track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An injured marriage can only&lt;br /&gt;Be fixed by our Father, from above&lt;br /&gt;He helps one find forgiveness because,&lt;br /&gt;In a marriage there should always be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes both partners working&lt;br /&gt;At building up each other&lt;br /&gt;God should be the only third party in between&lt;br /&gt;Two people have to be committed,only to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will come a day when God says "ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to take it anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;"You've tried so hard to repair this relationship,&lt;br /&gt;To help it become like it was before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't justify putting you through&lt;br /&gt;Those bad times, you've seen in the past!&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who will stand by you&lt;br /&gt;With a commitment, that will last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So go in peace, my child,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up, if you should fall&lt;br /&gt;You are never alone, I am always here,&lt;br /&gt;When you need me, you just call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you go about building a new life,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to always keep me in the center&lt;br /&gt;I'm your Father, your Savior, your Friend&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forever be your mentor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-5319685517993413238?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5319685517993413238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5319685517993413238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5319685517993413238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5319685517993413238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/enough.html' title='ENOUGH'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzoRZ93kfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Kx3ujrBMTl8/s72-c/DSCN1077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7094904674247639337</id><published>2008-06-10T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:43:28.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzpjZP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pYnLWvHCkv8/s1600-h/my+pink+rosees+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263838858771540050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzpjZP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pYnLWvHCkv8/s200/my+pink+rosees+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a rose&lt;br /&gt;As we bloom out for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Beauty from God's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a song&lt;br /&gt;A melody that's unmatched&lt;br /&gt;God writes all the notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a dance&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful fluent movements&lt;br /&gt;God is our partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a ring&lt;br /&gt;Love makes it go round and round&lt;br /&gt;God is our jeweler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a car&lt;br /&gt;Running through good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;God's our mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us this life&lt;br /&gt;To live any way we want&lt;br /&gt;What amazing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes no demands&lt;br /&gt;On this life that he gave us&lt;br /&gt;We live as we choose.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7094904674247639337?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7094904674247639337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7094904674247639337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7094904674247639337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7094904674247639337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-in-haiku.html' title='Life In Haiku'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzpjZP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pYnLWvHCkv8/s72-c/my+pink+rosees+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4497626970246413746</id><published>2008-06-10T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:50:37.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku With A Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQ-cQm_RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGuBwD9_KZc/s1600-h/Brandy+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264598298577187138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQ-cQm_RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGuBwD9_KZc/s200/Brandy+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I come and sit&lt;br /&gt;Only for a little while&lt;br /&gt;To bask in your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genuine smile&lt;br /&gt;Given when you meet someone&lt;br /&gt;Can make a new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some give smiles freely&lt;br /&gt;Some grit their teeth when they smile&lt;br /&gt;Some don't ever smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have smiling eyes&lt;br /&gt;People often tell me so&lt;br /&gt;So how do eyes smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can make friends&lt;br /&gt;A frown can run them away&lt;br /&gt;I like smiles better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can show love&lt;br /&gt;A smile can mask a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Some smiles can deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles make us feel nice&lt;br /&gt;Smiles can connect our feelings&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can give support&lt;br /&gt;A smile says you care&lt;br /&gt;Smiles are important in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;When she is happy with me&lt;br /&gt;This makes me smile too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;A gift to all that you meet&lt;br /&gt;Give one and get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE someone a smile today&lt;br /&gt;SMILES can be sunshine on a cloudy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4497626970246413746?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4497626970246413746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4497626970246413746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4497626970246413746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4497626970246413746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/haiku-with-smile.html' title='Haiku With A Smile'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQ-cQm_RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGuBwD9_KZc/s72-c/Brandy+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-9130770192414020065</id><published>2008-06-10T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:15:59.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku About God</title><content type='html'>God's amazing love&lt;br /&gt;Carries us through anything&lt;br /&gt;If we do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Searching for answers from God&lt;br /&gt;His word never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have problems&lt;br /&gt;He can help you deal with them&lt;br /&gt;Just let him do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises this&lt;br /&gt;To love us all of our days&lt;br /&gt;A promise he keeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;You can have eternal life&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-9130770192414020065?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9130770192414020065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=9130770192414020065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9130770192414020065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9130770192414020065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/haiku-about-god.html' title='Haiku About God'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-9180508320223894322</id><published>2008-05-24T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:31:57.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzmzwjuTnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/efD4k46nwQI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN1874_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263835841371721330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzmzwjuTnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/efD4k46nwQI/s200/Copy+of+DSCN1874_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Love is not for us to have&lt;br /&gt;Only for us to view from a distant star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is not for us to have&lt;br /&gt;Only in an abstract way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is not done with our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Only through the feelings of our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A song ceases to be musical&lt;br /&gt;Only to become lyrical words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Moving past the barriers of old pain&lt;br /&gt;Only happens, through new pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Loving another can be fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;Only if, we love ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Living life alone, but not lonely&lt;br /&gt;Only makes us strong in who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;All it takes... is to be still and listen&lt;br /&gt;Only to be stronger in GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-9180508320223894322?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9180508320223894322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=9180508320223894322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9180508320223894322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9180508320223894322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzmzwjuTnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/efD4k46nwQI/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN1874_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6821531504340223796</id><published>2008-05-24T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:21:54.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Words</title><content type='html'>Moving,&lt;br /&gt;Through the halls with ease.&lt;br /&gt;Doors and walls, no barrier here&lt;br /&gt;Calling,&lt;br /&gt;They can't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see their faces.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking,&lt;br /&gt;By their side,&lt;br /&gt;Need their presence,&lt;br /&gt;Their energy.... To survive.&lt;br /&gt;I see her shiver,&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if,&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze, touched her skin.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roam the halls, at will&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;No understanding here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason...&lt;br /&gt;I need a reason,&lt;br /&gt;An explanation,&lt;br /&gt;An answer!&lt;br /&gt;Is this real? It can't be!&lt;br /&gt;I cry out," PLEASE HEAR ME!"&lt;br /&gt;They can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young, can't give up,&lt;br /&gt;I need a second chance!&lt;br /&gt;A second chance....&lt;br /&gt;To live... To love,&lt;br /&gt;To be,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...Hold on to,&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, Every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light....&lt;br /&gt;OH... So very bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric shock!&lt;br /&gt;Pain... A pain like no other,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling, to breath,&lt;br /&gt;Voices...&lt;br /&gt;Distant at first,&lt;br /&gt;Then closer,&lt;br /&gt;No understanding here.&lt;br /&gt;The light...&lt;br /&gt;It's gone,&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'm here,&lt;br /&gt;Watching,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Hearing,&lt;br /&gt;Four Words...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've Got A Heartbeat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6821531504340223796?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6821531504340223796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6821531504340223796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6821531504340223796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6821531504340223796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-words.html' title='Four Words'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8192288938673447667</id><published>2008-05-23T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:30:16.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Love Was Not An Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzYa7nLFCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8QSceD9gtAM/s1600-h/DSCN1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263820021679461410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzYa7nLFCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8QSceD9gtAM/s200/DSCN1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking,&lt;br /&gt;Along the shore&lt;br /&gt;Looking out over the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering,&lt;br /&gt;about Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finding peace,&lt;br /&gt;in today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marveling, at the changes&lt;br /&gt;that life has brought my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny baby steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big steps are too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am stepping&lt;br /&gt;out of a life&lt;br /&gt;Where the tie that binds&lt;br /&gt;Was wrapped&lt;br /&gt;only around one heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart&lt;br /&gt;with true compassion&lt;br /&gt;For the soul of another&lt;br /&gt;A soul&lt;br /&gt;that could not love another&lt;br /&gt;A soul&lt;br /&gt;that could not love it's self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as a child&lt;br /&gt;It was not taught to love&lt;br /&gt;Learning only to survive&lt;br /&gt;in a life&lt;br /&gt;Where love was not an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad,&lt;br /&gt;When one sees others&lt;br /&gt;only as players in a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game called life&lt;br /&gt;Where in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are no allies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always seeking to win&lt;br /&gt;at all cost&lt;br /&gt;trusting no one&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on many&lt;br /&gt;as his game progresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ruthelessness grows&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;gets a free pass from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster&lt;br /&gt;Toward a time&lt;br /&gt;when being alone and lonely&lt;br /&gt;will be the prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awarded to the winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could not lose&lt;br /&gt;to love.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8192288938673447667?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8192288938673447667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8192288938673447667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8192288938673447667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8192288938673447667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-love-was-not-issue.html' title='Where Love Was Not An Issue'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzYa7nLFCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8QSceD9gtAM/s72-c/DSCN1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8377380898561547453</id><published>2008-04-24T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:14:07.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary</title><content type='html'>Can’t be what you wanted now&lt;br /&gt;You try to find another way&lt;br /&gt;To fix the cracks and paint over the scars&lt;br /&gt;Fill it up, Oh pour it out&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the only one who’s gone without&lt;br /&gt;You must be tired of pretending&lt;br /&gt;Mary go round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your secrets to the grave&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that you’re sorry for the silence&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like you didn’t warn me&lt;br /&gt;If this is how you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Then look me in the eyes and try to smile&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re tired of pretending&lt;br /&gt;Mary go round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got it figured out&lt;br /&gt;Your self-involving sense of how&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning circles just for you&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and let it out&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the one to point this out&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so tired of you pretending&lt;br /&gt;Mary go round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8377380898561547453?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8377380898561547453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8377380898561547453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8377380898561547453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8377380898561547453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/mary.html' title='Mary'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1495393883967378933</id><published>2008-04-12T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:23:04.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Green Apple Trees~</title><content type='html'>Under Green Apple Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew about the little things,&lt;br /&gt;About children, family and love;&lt;br /&gt;She took care of all, great and small,&lt;br /&gt;And believed in God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never finished school, drove a car,&lt;br /&gt;Or felt the need to roam,&lt;br /&gt;she lived contently in her small house,&lt;br /&gt;And did her best to make it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a garden, chickens, pigs,&lt;br /&gt;And six children in her life.&lt;br /&gt;That meant there was alot of hard work to do&lt;br /&gt;for my Grandaddy's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have much of wordly things,&lt;br /&gt;Not very much to spare;&lt;br /&gt;But what she had, she gave freely,&lt;br /&gt;She had enough to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's eye can still remember&lt;br /&gt;Her clean and simple clothes,&lt;br /&gt;She never wore slacks either,&lt;br /&gt;Not even when it snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd wear an apron, a gingham dress&lt;br /&gt;And sometines a sun bonnet;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever she wore there'd never be&lt;br /&gt;Any fancy frills upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning before the sun came up,&lt;br /&gt;We could smell the biscuits baking,&lt;br /&gt;and there was fresh coffee and homemade jam,&lt;br /&gt;And eggs with sausage or bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't stop what she was doing&lt;br /&gt;To play or read a book;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be her shadow through the day,&lt;br /&gt;And watch… and learn… and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From old clothes she could make quilts and rugs,&lt;br /&gt;And pretty doilies she'd crochet.&lt;br /&gt;Her house was embraced by cozy peace&lt;br /&gt;As she labored through her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under big oak trees, she'd wash the clothes,&lt;br /&gt;Then hang them up to dry,&lt;br /&gt;On long clotheslines, way up high&lt;br /&gt;In a bright Kentucky sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the family would gather&lt;br /&gt;And sit under green apple trees;&lt;br /&gt;We'd talk of the weather, and if it were summer,&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a soft cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't say very much in words,&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes were kind and dear,&lt;br /&gt;They'd say, "I love you" and "you're special"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'm glad to have you here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd tuck us into feather beds&lt;br /&gt;And pile the quilts on high;&lt;br /&gt;Another day is over, and it's time to say,&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is gone from this earth now,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss her in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;But she'll live in my heart and my best memories,&lt;br /&gt;All the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be able to meet her,&lt;br /&gt;But my children I promise to tell,&lt;br /&gt;The stories of our Guardian Angel,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Grandma, Ina Estelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 10, 1904 ~ June 28 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory,&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1495393883967378933?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1495393883967378933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1495393883967378933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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failure, and sin you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave his life, so I could live&lt;br /&gt;What a totally unselfish gift to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm worth it, God tells me so&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lose sight of the fact, as satan&lt;br /&gt; pulls me to and fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other quite like me&lt;br /&gt;And he's always reminding me lovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That He created me for a special reason&lt;br /&gt;For every one of us there's a time and a season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us many gifts, and talents to use&lt;br /&gt;If we don't use them, so many will lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us, to help others to see&lt;br /&gt;That he loves them no matter who they may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you now, before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;That it's time to change, you don't need to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give God a chance, he's waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Turn your life around, that's all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept him as your Lord and Savior today&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get to heaven, there's no other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8791945029956994845?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8791945029956994845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8791945029956994845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8791945029956994845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8791945029956994845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-paid-price.html' title='Jesus Paid The Price'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7945562538071152823</id><published>2008-04-10T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:06:52.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....Purpose....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enchanted, beguiling, crooked chambers,&lt;br /&gt;… of Smoke filled glances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through dark prisms and dying embers,&lt;br /&gt;One thought expressed in a chorus of empty,&lt;br /&gt;A collapsed impression, jaded and dented.&lt;br /&gt;A time when glory flew across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;When deep people hung their heads to cry.&lt;br /&gt;A time when evil was clear and articulate,&lt;br /&gt;Now in peril of being grossly fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Dense jungles of questions,&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in ambiguity,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Shaded without beauty.&lt;br /&gt;A tinting of Purpose lingers on the edges,&lt;br /&gt;Of 15 tomorrows, numbered with wedges,&lt;br /&gt;Driven deep inside, to heart’s very core,&lt;br /&gt;Symbolic thoughts of a forgotten Lore,&lt;br /&gt;Times go past, rivers run dry,&lt;br /&gt;Stones outlining the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Crumbling Lies&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Truth in part, finds its way,&lt;br /&gt;Glaring out in eternal Light.&lt;br /&gt;Run backwards, across the days,&lt;br /&gt;Until Hope seeps back in through dust-covered eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7945562538071152823?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7945562538071152823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7945562538071152823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7945562538071152823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7945562538071152823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/purpose.html' title='....Purpose....'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7075536687877548199</id><published>2008-02-19T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:06:01.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Waves</title><content type='html'>Dark waves , silhouettes, mists of unknown power,&lt;br /&gt;Outlined with unreasonable consistency,&lt;br /&gt;Each ebb and flow a shower&lt;br /&gt;Of destruction and concern,&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Unsettling, undiscerning,&lt;br /&gt;Formidable in its sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Morbid by nature, a hint of non-existence,&lt;br /&gt;Undead in its approach,&lt;br /&gt;Yet uncanny against resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Blurry, unclear,&lt;br /&gt;Discolored….bleak.&lt;br /&gt;Strain, stress, peace….no peace.&lt;br /&gt;Tension and rapid change,&lt;br /&gt;An unseen chorus begins to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Go under, go down,&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of not knowing,&lt;br /&gt;Giving up there, for the end is growing,&lt;br /&gt;While sunlight works to shine that far,&lt;br /&gt;The heart begins to slow,&lt;br /&gt;Each consecutive beat hard,&lt;br /&gt;Not wavering from its designated course,&lt;br /&gt;A place of unknown torrent&lt;br /&gt;Rocking with deadly force.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows close in, binding together,&lt;br /&gt;Until His voice is heard, &lt;br /&gt;Hard as iron, strong and weathered.&lt;br /&gt;“Come Out”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7075536687877548199?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7075536687877548199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7075536687877548199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7075536687877548199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7075536687877548199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/dark-waves.html' title='Dark Waves'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1174514227446001012</id><published>2008-01-28T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:49:08.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bitter Refrain</title><content type='html'>There are spaces between the steps you take&lt;br /&gt;Where the fallen have made their places on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You look around&lt;br /&gt;To see there’s no one standing there beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were morning stars that seemed to shine&lt;br /&gt;With answers you sought with selfish prayers&lt;br /&gt;But with the rising sun they faded out&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t pretend you didn't see&lt;br /&gt;All the ones you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shattered life&lt;br /&gt;A broken home&lt;br /&gt;You turn your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the truth of what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cast a stone&lt;br /&gt;For every sin&lt;br /&gt;You try to hide&lt;br /&gt;From people dying still inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are crying out for a taste of grace&lt;br /&gt;Battered lives that only seek to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;All you can do&lt;br /&gt;Is stand there basking in the glory of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind your pulpit stained with drying tears&lt;br /&gt;You speak with contradictions in your faith&lt;br /&gt;With one side freely giving mercy&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;em&gt;your god&lt;/em&gt; shows no grace&lt;br /&gt;To those who need it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shattered life&lt;br /&gt;A broken home&lt;br /&gt;You turn your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the truth of what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cast a stone&lt;br /&gt;For every sin&lt;br /&gt;You try to hide&lt;br /&gt;From people dying still inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1174514227446001012?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1174514227446001012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1174514227446001012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1174514227446001012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1174514227446001012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/bitter-refrain.html' title='A Bitter Refrain'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-455826792252267147</id><published>2008-01-10T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:14:43.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Fill A Secial Need</title><content type='html'>A friend is someone who makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who'll go that extra mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will comfort you when you cry&lt;br /&gt;They'll hold your hand, without asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're ready to talk, they are there&lt;br /&gt;With a listening ear, because they care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will laugh with you when times are good&lt;br /&gt;They never laugh at you, when others would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend stands by you,when the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;They'll help you walk away when you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are always ready to lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to ask, they'll be there if they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends can talk with their eyes, to each other&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being as close as a sister or a brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, friendship is a special relationship, indeed&lt;br /&gt;GOD puts friends together, to fill a special need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to consider,when you meet someone new,&lt;br /&gt;This may be someone GOD sent, for you to be a friend to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-455826792252267147?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/455826792252267147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=455826792252267147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/455826792252267147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/455826792252267147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-fill-secial-need.html' title='Friends Fill A Secial Need'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8900698596807218158</id><published>2007-12-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:41:08.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would JESUS Do?</title><content type='html'>As we journey through this life&lt;br /&gt;We see so many things&lt;br /&gt;Things that we feel are wrong&lt;br /&gt;Abuse, untruths, and quarrelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most times we don't speak up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we don't want to get involved&lt;br /&gt;We turn and look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone else can get "the problem" resolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as Christians need to rethink&lt;br /&gt;Our attitudes, and the actions that we take&lt;br /&gt;When another is in trouble&lt;br /&gt;What a difference we might make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could possibly save a little child's life&lt;br /&gt;Or save that woman from being beat up again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe help that person who is homeless&lt;br /&gt;to find shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as Christians , read our Bible&lt;br /&gt;And we read it every day&lt;br /&gt;The verses tell us how to live&lt;br /&gt;Yet we don't always hear what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We yearn to be like JESUS&lt;br /&gt;A servant to GOD,and man&lt;br /&gt;But when it's time to "walk the walk"&lt;br /&gt;We "walk" right by if we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see a need&lt;br /&gt;Someone who might need help from you&lt;br /&gt;Give it some thought, and ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;"What would JESUS do?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8900698596807218158?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8900698596807218158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8900698596807218158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8900698596807218158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8900698596807218158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-would-jesus-do.html' title='What Would JESUS Do?'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1662914620057408289</id><published>2007-11-19T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:15:15.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mind Of Mine</title><content type='html'>As I sit here thinking, I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Birds can't talk, and people can't fly&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that silly, my mind is playing games&lt;br /&gt;It gives me something to do, to keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;Confusion usually rules my day&lt;br /&gt;Making mistakes with things that I say&lt;br /&gt;My memory is always playing tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;My eyes sometimes block out things that I see&lt;br /&gt;And if my job depended on things that I hear&lt;br /&gt;I would have been gone, early last year&lt;br /&gt;I hope if you read this, you will understand&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I have trouble with life's demands&lt;br /&gt;At those times,running away is such an attraction&lt;br /&gt;But I try to get away, by a self made distraction&lt;br /&gt;I sure do get frustrated with this mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;So I ask for GOD'S help, He gives me peace sublime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1662914620057408289?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1662914620057408289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1662914620057408289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1662914620057408289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1662914620057408289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-mind-of-mine.html' title='This Mind Of Mine'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8996406652375787135</id><published>2007-11-19T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:37:15.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought You Should Know</title><content type='html'>Though I smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;The pain is still there&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling within my body&lt;br /&gt;It goes with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;Because I always try to hide&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am hurting&lt;br /&gt;From top to bottom, and side to side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to complain to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you'll think I whine&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help letting it show&lt;br /&gt;That I feel so bad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand, when you ask me&lt;br /&gt;How I am on any particular day&lt;br /&gt;I may reply, I'm okay or I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But really, I usually don't feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I make the effort&lt;br /&gt;To make myself look nice&lt;br /&gt;People look at me, and think I'm healthy&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing how much I sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in neutral most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Each day can go either way&lt;br /&gt;The pain can take away my drive&lt;br /&gt;Or I will have a semi-bumpy ride all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There never seems to be a day&lt;br /&gt;When the pain is completely gone&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give up, I can't give in to it&lt;br /&gt;And there's no use to gripe and moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a hug is painful&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my whole body feels bruised&lt;br /&gt;So pleased don't be hurt or mad when I hug you&lt;br /&gt;If there are times when I don't act enthused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let my smiling face fool you&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile, even when I can hardly go&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't say all this to get your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;It's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Constant pain," and "sometimes pain"&lt;br /&gt;Are  completely different you see&lt;br /&gt;With "sometimes pain" it's here and gone&lt;br /&gt;But "chronic pain" comes and never leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way, if you only have pain sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That you can comprehend what I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt; pain&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand, and this might lead you to doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will never have to feel&lt;br /&gt;The debilitating effect of chronic pain&lt;br /&gt;It changes your life in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;Even so..... life is good, because GOD helps me to maintain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8996406652375787135?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8996406652375787135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8996406652375787135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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return, where to stand?&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, myriads of thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Sickening reflections of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Messages written in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Washed away by an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Of unrelenting waves, crashing, slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Then faster still, more powerful than the first,&lt;br /&gt;Life losing its thrill?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in sight, where to stand,&lt;br /&gt;Once again the clock ticks,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stopping its hands.&lt;br /&gt;Steady moving of nonchalant minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Underscored with emotion,&lt;br /&gt;And hints of comprehension,&lt;br /&gt;A moment, the flame burning hot,&lt;br /&gt;Glowing brightly, its embers,&lt;br /&gt;Until it is not.&lt;br /&gt;Where to stand, we have today,&lt;br /&gt;No effort in vain,&lt;br /&gt;When we are walking this Way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-2607218771476910277?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2607218771476910277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=2607218771476910277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2607218771476910277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2607218771476910277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-day.html' title='This Day'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4610878602068607370</id><published>2007-11-10T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:39:01.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman That God Made You To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzabDGNngI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XwUX5ziVVxM/s1600-h/DSCN1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263822222711954946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzabDGNngI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XwUX5ziVVxM/s200/DSCN1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you, Yeah you girl! Standing in someone's shadow over there....&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always putting yourself in the backseat?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because others have talked you into believing,&lt;br /&gt;That there are standards for a woman, you fail to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Honey, let me tell you something&lt;br /&gt;It's a truth I discovered not to long ago,&lt;br /&gt;To GOD, I am beautiful in every way&lt;br /&gt;I know this because He tells me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message includes you too,&lt;br /&gt;Because like me, you're unique, one of a kind.....&lt;br /&gt;Be that wonderful woman GOD made you to be!&lt;br /&gt;He gave all of us exclusive talents, and a beautiful mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, like He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone suppress who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself, you're a strong vibrant woman&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow yourself to continue being scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what our Father had in mind for your life&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want you to take mental or physical abuse&lt;br /&gt;That's one way satan tries to diminish your spirit&lt;br /&gt;But GOD had an amazing plan, when he created you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He created you to love, and be loved&lt;br /&gt;And to you, All His Love He will give&lt;br /&gt;So Honey, DON'T SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS&lt;br /&gt;Than the magnificent life, He created you to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll give Him the chance, He'll show you&lt;br /&gt;His plans for the woman, into which you have grown&lt;br /&gt;He will bring to your life a peaceful satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;It's time, to be the Woman that you've never known!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4610878602068607370?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SQzabDGNngI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XwUX5ziVVxM/s72-c/DSCN1435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5018454718750622271</id><published>2007-11-08T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:57:34.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>No choices I have made&lt;br /&gt;To justify this life&lt;br /&gt;No good thing I have ever done&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a second chance&lt;br /&gt;A second breath&lt;br /&gt;A fallen soul&lt;br /&gt;Victim of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserted by the ones I knew&lt;br /&gt;Despite promises&lt;br /&gt;Of forever&lt;br /&gt;Of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Of grace&lt;br /&gt;Promises;&lt;br /&gt;They shatter into a thousand pieces&lt;br /&gt;Like a thin glass thrown from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Or shards of the broken bottle&lt;br /&gt;That lies in a pile beside the place where I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Any hope that resided within me&lt;br /&gt;Died the moment they turned their backs to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they all wearing masks, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Faking their smiles to build false hopes inside gullible hearts&lt;br /&gt;I stood on a doorway&lt;br /&gt;Debating for what seemed to be a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly raising my left hand&lt;br /&gt;To tap on the oval shaped glass that set within the wooden door&lt;br /&gt;The sun had yet to rise&lt;br /&gt;The door opened only halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just one moment&lt;br /&gt;The looks in their eyes sent waves of guilt crashing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I reached out for a hand to take mine&lt;br /&gt;Any hand at all&lt;br /&gt;It never came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame took the place where my hope once stood&lt;br /&gt;Shame took over me and filled every part of my life&lt;br /&gt;It picked me up when no one else would&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand and brought me to the place I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concrete floor beneath me&lt;br /&gt;With its unforgiving cold on my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;Making me numb&lt;br /&gt;So I at least do not have to feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands have destroyed my body&lt;br /&gt;In the same way the mask-wearing-ones had destroyed my spirit&lt;br /&gt;As fragile as it was&lt;br /&gt;Choking out any remnants of life I had left&lt;br /&gt;They raped me of my innocence&lt;br /&gt;Left me broken&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but hatred and blame for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that stares back at me&lt;br /&gt;The one that is meant to be a reflection&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly recognize&lt;br /&gt;Darkness surrounds my face&lt;br /&gt;Thin and unappealing&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and bruises decorate the skin beneath my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lips cracked with lack of moisture&lt;br /&gt;Making it painful to even breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blackened heart inside my chest&lt;br /&gt;Still beats with the rhythm you designed&lt;br /&gt;Strings of confessions I can barely speak&lt;br /&gt;Escape my lips with such self-disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are red and dry and tired&lt;br /&gt;From seemingly endless hours lost in mourning&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed with such grace and meaning&lt;br /&gt;Until my eyes could cry no more&lt;br /&gt;Leaving burning streaks of salt to dry onto my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are the hands of someone else&lt;br /&gt;Someone that is twice my age&lt;br /&gt;Withered&lt;br /&gt;Shaking uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;My veins run thin with blood&lt;br /&gt;Thick with regret&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky&lt;br /&gt;Cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh light&lt;br /&gt;White in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;Fills my entire being&lt;br /&gt;Blinding me occasional&lt;br /&gt;As it swings from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Florescent;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall back on the tattered mattress&lt;br /&gt;Make shapes out of the strange patterns above me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; allow the poison to flow freely thru my blood stream once more&lt;br /&gt;Circulating&lt;br /&gt;A craving never fully fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Running back for more&lt;br /&gt;Before the last has even had a chance to run its course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carousel ride that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Around and around I go&lt;br /&gt;Gripping at the imaginary reigns&lt;br /&gt;Attached to my invisible plastic horse&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my mind I know the truth&lt;br /&gt;But in this very moment I am elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Riding through an open field&lt;br /&gt;Wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Sun in my face&lt;br /&gt;A warm and comforting illusion I accept with open arms&lt;br /&gt;A momentary escape from my pathetic life&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest I will ever get to freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction;&lt;br /&gt;That is the price I pay for this false sense of happiness&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll escape into my illusion&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the utter beauty that my mind’s eye will let me see&lt;br /&gt;Lose myself inside of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Escape the nightmare my life has become&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ignore the world as it tries with all its might&lt;br /&gt;To pull me down from my blue sky blue&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cut thru my tether&lt;br /&gt;And taking to flight like a kite on a wild wind&lt;br /&gt;I will never look back&lt;br /&gt;I will never come down&lt;br /&gt;I will never return to the world I ran away from&lt;br /&gt;Finally free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-5018454718750622271?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5018454718750622271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5018454718750622271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5018454718750622271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5018454718750622271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8203884798955092508</id><published>2007-11-08T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:36:25.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Misery</title><content type='html'>Attracted to sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;  I make my choice to stay&lt;br /&gt;    And all along the edges&lt;br /&gt;      I will watch the steps I take&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;  As I could never stand my ground&lt;br /&gt;    But would I have the strength to leave&lt;br /&gt;      This lovely compromise I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll watch you try&lt;br /&gt;Avert your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; keep your lies&lt;br /&gt;  At least half-true&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight I’m dreaming just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care when the night comes down&lt;br /&gt;  The cold wind follows close&lt;br /&gt;    Surrounded by my darkest fears&lt;br /&gt;      Is when I’ll need you most&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn’t it be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;  If you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;    When the storm has gone its course&lt;br /&gt;      To see a world that is bathed in light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll watch you try&lt;br /&gt;Avert your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; keep your lies&lt;br /&gt;  At least half-true&lt;br /&gt;For all I know&lt;br /&gt;And all I’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;  Tonight I’m dreaming just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see everything I am feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of what I am without you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let myself be here if I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;So I keep believing&lt;br /&gt;  Tonight I’m dreaming just for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8203884798955092508?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-3106640930752776586</id><published>2007-10-30T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:42:46.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation Revealed</title><content type='html'>The blind will see&lt;br /&gt;The lame will walk&lt;br /&gt;On that wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;The speechless will talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no sickness&lt;br /&gt;Nor will there be sorrow&lt;br /&gt;There will be no worrying&lt;br /&gt;About the problems of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;All who love The LORD&lt;br /&gt;Will be singing and praising&lt;br /&gt;Together in one place,all in one accord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many will be there&lt;br /&gt;Strangers? There will be none&lt;br /&gt;All will be in the Family&lt;br /&gt;Who worships The FATHER and The SON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no Earthly bodies&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits will fly free&lt;br /&gt;A gathering of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GOD'S&lt;/span&gt; children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GOD'S&lt;/span&gt; Revelation revealed this to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are promises of a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;When our SAVIOR comes back again&lt;br /&gt;GOD will live right here among us&lt;br /&gt;When our New Life, on HIS New Earth begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-3106640930752776586?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3106640930752776586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3106640930752776586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3106640930752776586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3106640930752776586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/10/revalation-revealed.html' title='Revelation Revealed'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6411757250324806047</id><published>2007-10-28T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:06:15.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Runneth Over</title><content type='html'>LORD fill my cup&lt;br /&gt;Until it can hold no more,&lt;br /&gt;With Love, Kindness, Forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;And more Patience and Understanding than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our lives we don't realize,&lt;br /&gt;Or for various reasons we forget&lt;br /&gt;That these are essentials in every relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Be it Family, Friend, or Someone we just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LORD help me to have compassion,&lt;br /&gt;For those who are less fortunate than me.&lt;br /&gt;Because if not for Your Saving Grace,&lt;br /&gt;That is how it would be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my cup is running over&lt;br /&gt;I will share it with others, using it to glorify You.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by showing someone the depth of Your Love,&lt;br /&gt;I can lead them to know You too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6411757250324806047?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6411757250324806047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6411757250324806047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6411757250324806047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6411757250324806047'/><link 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vacant,&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of sin.&lt;br /&gt;No openings can be seen,&lt;br /&gt;No options are shown,&lt;br /&gt;Just this dark box,&lt;br /&gt;We have knowingly called home.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of cold, the air is stale,&lt;br /&gt;The days go by, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly at first, then faster still.&lt;br /&gt;The box is the same, 4 walls, and then,&lt;br /&gt;…nothing ever changes, except my own sin.&lt;br /&gt;Accept it, bow to it, don’t go on,&lt;br /&gt;The voices cry out, my soul turns in,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is there, but the same dead end,&lt;br /&gt;Until I look up to the one True Friend,&lt;br /&gt;I cry out loud,&lt;br /&gt;“Deliver me from me!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6823069998207676780?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6823069998207676780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6823069998207676780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6823069998207676780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6823069998207676780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/09/box-of-shadows.html' title='Box of Shadows'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4389587265308118633</id><published>2007-08-28T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:54:42.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I call your name but feel the same&lt;br /&gt;And fall back up against the wall you broke down&lt;br /&gt;Seamless patches cover over&lt;br /&gt;All the scrapes and bruises&lt;br /&gt;I need more than just a helping hand for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty faces staring at&lt;br /&gt;The back door painted blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure they think we’re finding comfort in the cold&lt;br /&gt;They’ll watch me as I runaway&lt;br /&gt;From all of my commitments&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll search all night for something else to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than what you have to give&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than reasons for the way we have to live&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than what you have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackened hearts fight bitter truths&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to remove them&lt;br /&gt;Just convince myself it’s easier on the other side&lt;br /&gt;While empty hands hold battle scars&lt;br /&gt;I pray to gods and look to stars&lt;br /&gt;All my questioning reflected in these eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than what you have to give&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than reasons for the way we have to live&lt;br /&gt;I need something more than what you have to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4389587265308118633?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4389587265308118633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4389587265308118633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4389587265308118633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4389587265308118633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/08/wall.html' title='Wall'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6086930782130867425</id><published>2007-08-16T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:59:21.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt;' here, under the trees&lt;br /&gt;Propped up on one of these cypress knees&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buzzin&lt;/span&gt;' bees&lt;br /&gt;Watching a toad slurp at every bug he sees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better way to spend a day,&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving behind the month of May&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the chance to hear GOD say,&lt;br /&gt;"My child, I like spending time with you this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says,"you're the apple of my eye,"&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes I question...... why?&lt;br /&gt;It seems,..... no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;There are times, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; tricks me with a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GOD knows I have trials and tribulations,&lt;br /&gt;And that sometimes I get myself into bad situations&lt;br /&gt;For which at times there is no justification,&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to fix it alone leads to failure and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'm reminded how much GOD cares&lt;br /&gt;When I call his name, he'll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;He always listens to every prayer&lt;br /&gt;He hears me when I call out to him in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, time spent with GOD gives me such peace&lt;br /&gt;In the city, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt;' out here on cypress knees&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare, with times like these,&lt;br /&gt;Just me and GOD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt;' under these trees.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6086930782130867425?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6086930782130867425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6086930782130867425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6086930782130867425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6086930782130867425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/08/quality-time.html' title='Quality Time'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-225966593674522746</id><published>2007-07-24T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:09:54.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Faith, And Charity</title><content type='html'>Love, Faith, and Charity,&lt;br /&gt;The main things LORD, that you asks of  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the qualities we find in you&lt;br /&gt;And we can use at least one in everything we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving our fellow man should be an easy emotion&lt;br /&gt;After all, our Father  loves us with such devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Faith goes along with Trust and Believing,&lt;br /&gt;We can see this in all the Blessings we're receiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Charity, could be the most important to man,&lt;br /&gt;Because when we give to others,the three go hand in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-225966593674522746?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/225966593674522746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=225966593674522746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/225966593674522746'/><link rel='self' 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will never walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one is very special&lt;br /&gt;In their own unique way,&lt;br /&gt;If you take  time to get to know them&lt;br /&gt;You'll be surprised at what they can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with their voice,be it there or not,&lt;br /&gt;But you can "hear it" from their eyes&lt;br /&gt;You have to be watching for their signals&lt;br /&gt;They can tell you more than you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mind might not think like yours&lt;br /&gt;Things take longer to process through,&lt;br /&gt;But their ability to communicate is still there,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes time to respond....but they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll give you their own special smile,&lt;br /&gt;You might not see it on their face&lt;br /&gt;But you can "feel it" in your being,&lt;br /&gt;They like having you in their space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who take the time,&lt;br /&gt;To get to know someone like this&lt;br /&gt;Will be rewarded in many ways&lt;br /&gt;It's an experience I'm glad I didn't miss.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-9095513281325414945?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9095513281325414945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=9095513281325414945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9095513281325414945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/9095513281325414945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/special-people.html' title='Special People'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1032995267091839594</id><published>2007-06-25T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:21:25.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unraveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There’s a whole lot of guessing&lt;br /&gt;In the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been too long in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of the things that I despised&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to make a choice and run with it&lt;br /&gt;No matter, I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be on my way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is all I’ve given you&lt;br /&gt;And lies are all you’ve given me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too blinded&lt;br /&gt;By all I wanted us to be&lt;br /&gt;I tried to overlook your tragic state&lt;br /&gt;I thought someday you’d see&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be on my way back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that you could change&lt;br /&gt;I was fooling my own heart&lt;br /&gt;When everything started unraveling&lt;br /&gt;And we began to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pick up all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;But I was the only one to start&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be on my way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept dividing where we stood&lt;br /&gt;Keeping secrets came with cost&lt;br /&gt;Until the space that grew between us&lt;br /&gt;Was far too far to cross&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got my poetic justice&lt;br /&gt;Should I count it all as loss?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be on my way back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1032995267091839594?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1032995267091839594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1032995267091839594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1032995267091839594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1032995267091839594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/unraveling.html' title='Unraveling'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4777183862216240839</id><published>2007-06-19T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:28:32.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crutch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I limp around where all can see,&lt;br /&gt;A heart of splinters,&lt;br /&gt;My soul frowns….&lt;br /&gt;Deep within, there’s a crippled child,&lt;br /&gt;Lame without; within: confusion, bile,&lt;br /&gt;Stitched from torn memories of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces everywhere, lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Hope? A stolen dream, not my own,&lt;br /&gt;An empty mind, cold and gone,&lt;br /&gt;Absent from life, cringing in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;I lean on my crutch, and wonder where You are….&lt;br /&gt;Flinching from pain from yesterday’s scars,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open from inner struggles,&lt;br /&gt;The crutch feels sturdy, underneath my side,&lt;br /&gt;Without it, off balance, nowhere to hide,&lt;br /&gt;The blade of hurt cuts surprisingly deep,&lt;br /&gt;Into the hollows, where torment doesn’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A voice of silence from within,&lt;br /&gt;A cry of quiet from beneath,&lt;br /&gt;From the fog, I hear puzzling words,&lt;br /&gt;Lay the crutch down and accept True Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4777183862216240839?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4777183862216240839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4777183862216240839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4777183862216240839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4777183862216240839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/crutch.html' title='Crutch'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8841568364535969572</id><published>2007-06-11T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:03:54.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Beneath the darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;I make a wish and throw it to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fall under the water&lt;br /&gt;&amp; dreams are seldom comforting&lt;br /&gt;When all I see is you and how you’re drowning&lt;br /&gt;Fighting hard against the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now you grasp for one last breath&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop from going under&lt;br /&gt;I would take your hand if I could reach you now&lt;br /&gt;Instead you’re going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and let it out&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I can do to keep from fading&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and still I’m fading&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world ends just for you&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy now to see why you would want this&lt;br /&gt;A night with all your freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your conscience lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop from going under&lt;br /&gt;I would take your hand if I could reach you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead you’re going under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8841568364535969572?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8841568364535969572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8841568364535969572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8841568364535969572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8841568364535969572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/reach-you.html' title='Reach You'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-3617054265552073762</id><published>2007-06-11T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:02:54.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing In</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Closing in&lt;br /&gt;The lights are fading&lt;br /&gt;The clocks are winding down now&lt;br /&gt;We’re on the brink of chaos surrounding now&lt;br /&gt;Closing in&lt;br /&gt;The wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;War is all we know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing in&lt;br /&gt;The dreams of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;Are dreams all they’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;Or will it take losing it all before we can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t tell me it’s too late to try to find&lt;br /&gt;Peace in the midst of this war&lt;br /&gt;I’d give it all willingly for hope of a change&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t live like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for what we can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;A freedom that’s still being paid for in blood&lt;br /&gt;Is it all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Because to me the world is still the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destroying itself; hands covered in blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-3617054265552073762?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3617054265552073762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3617054265552073762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3617054265552073762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3617054265552073762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/closing-in.html' title='Closing In'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8925824750385057075</id><published>2007-06-01T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:13:02.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Season, Changing Tides...</title><content type='html'>The scars that used to live on fists&lt;br /&gt;Reside on velvet hands&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I am twice the child&lt;br /&gt;And also twice the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part rebel, 1 part saint&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make for easy livin'&lt;br /&gt;But, when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey little sunshine child&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you are&lt;br /&gt;It ain't been cold in 600 days&lt;br /&gt;Since the year we went to war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've got a lot to live for&lt;br /&gt;On stage here in this globe&lt;br /&gt;And the difference between want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you may never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8925824750385057075?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8925824750385057075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8925824750385057075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8925824750385057075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8925824750385057075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/changing-season-changing-tides.html' title='Changing Season, Changing Tides...'/><author><name>lee baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411328375950612375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/muzik316/ministerofrock2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4169091422381384870</id><published>2007-06-01T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:10:37.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Turner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Stephen "Steve" Turner</title><content type='html'>Just a little info for all you literary types...  I stumbled upon a great website by an author, poet, journalist, that I greatly admire.  His name is Steve Turner.  He is a freelance poet, writer for Rolling Stone magazine, and a wonderful art critic.  Check out his website and all the great writings, articles, encouragement, and creativity that is there.  Also, check out any of his books they come highly recommended.  You can also hear some of his audio lectures at www.iamny.org.  cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4169091422381384870?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4169091422381384870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4169091422381384870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4169091422381384870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4169091422381384870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/06/stephen-steve-turner.html' title='Stephen &quot;Steve&quot; Turner'/><author><name>lee baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411328375950612375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/muzik316/ministerofrock2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6513478531653433161</id><published>2007-05-27T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:57:45.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Lift me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Oh Lord lift up mine eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what the problem be,&lt;br /&gt;When by others I feel forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;You are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord lift up my heart to care,&lt;br /&gt;For people who are not like me&lt;br /&gt;To know that they have feelings too&lt;br /&gt;On this our world should all agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord lift up my spirit&lt;br /&gt;I want to praise your holy name&lt;br /&gt;And help me remember always that&lt;br /&gt;You know where I'm going and from where I came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord You are The Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;We are your wandering sheep&lt;br /&gt;You keep us on the right path all day&lt;br /&gt;And You protect us while we sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord lift up my words&lt;br /&gt;So I can touch a wayward soul&lt;br /&gt;Telling of Your Love and Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;As You bring them into Your fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6513478531653433161?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6513478531653433161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6513478531653433161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6513478531653433161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6513478531653433161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/lord-lift-me.html' title='Lord Lift me'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5293417877913312333</id><published>2007-05-27T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:30:14.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words I Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;God gives me the words to write&lt;br /&gt;To minister to your needs&lt;br /&gt;He has called me to his service&lt;br /&gt;To tell others how to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from Earthly worries, that&lt;br /&gt;Cause the mental and physical pain&lt;br /&gt;That plagues the fleshly being&lt;br /&gt;Living life in Earth's fast lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't made to live this way,&lt;br /&gt;God's plans are written down&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us how to change&lt;br /&gt;From being lost to being found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our Father's specific instructions on&lt;br /&gt;How to lay our problems down&lt;br /&gt;And we can receive forgiveness through&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, who wore that thorn filled crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my words will convince you&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the Bible and read.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll put your Faith in God&lt;br /&gt;And follow him wherever he leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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I Write'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6775408539347843730</id><published>2007-05-25T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:06:09.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Not For Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I can't begin&lt;br /&gt;To explain the pain I'm in&lt;br /&gt;No words could make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To believe that it's real&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to experience it first hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life living in pain&lt;br /&gt;One has to refrain&lt;br /&gt;From activities they used to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't just stop livin'&lt;br /&gt;If you stop moving and give in&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life,it will destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can help you keep going&lt;br /&gt;He'll lighten that load you're towing&lt;br /&gt;If you'll ask him to help you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for him&lt;br /&gt;The chances are slim&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be up and moving about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start everyday&lt;br /&gt;In much the same way&lt;br /&gt;Asking God to help me through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His promises are true&lt;br /&gt;That He makes to me and you&lt;br /&gt;They're not just words from the pulpit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" 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href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-not-for-him.html' title='If Not For Him'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6835844034180118275</id><published>2007-05-22T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:29:39.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....Dented....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enchanted, beguiling, crooked chambers,&lt;br /&gt;… of Smoke filled glances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through dark prisms and dying embers,&lt;br /&gt;One thought expressed in a chorus of empty,&lt;br /&gt;A collapsed impression, jaded and dented.&lt;br /&gt;A time when glory shown across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;When deep people hung their heads to cry.&lt;br /&gt;A time when evil was clear and articulate,&lt;br /&gt;Now in peril of being grossly fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Dense jungles of questions,&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in ambiguity,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Shaded without beauty.&lt;br /&gt;A tinting of Purpose lingers on the edges,&lt;br /&gt;Of 15 tomorrows, numbered with wedges,&lt;br /&gt;Driven deep inside, to heart’s very core,&lt;br /&gt;Symbolic thoughts of a forgotten Lore,&lt;br /&gt;Times go past, rivers run dry,&lt;br /&gt;Stones outlining the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Crumbling Lies&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Truth in part, finds its way,&lt;br /&gt;Glaring out in eternal Light.&lt;br /&gt;Run backwards, across the days,&lt;br /&gt;Until Hope seeps back in through dust-covered eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6835844034180118275?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6835844034180118275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6835844034180118275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6835844034180118275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6835844034180118275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/dented.html' title='....Dented....'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-2936451038259291869</id><published>2007-05-16T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:32:16.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Bad Times Come Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; like me&lt;br /&gt;Then you can see&lt;br /&gt;That life is full of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;It matters not&lt;br /&gt;What wealth you've got&lt;br /&gt;Your bad times will come around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they do&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;To make the best of a bad situation&lt;br /&gt;If you give it your best&lt;br /&gt;God will help with the rest&lt;br /&gt;Expect it with anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you trust him for your needs&lt;br /&gt;His blessings will exceed&lt;br /&gt;Anything you could ever hope for&lt;br /&gt;He's the God of second chances&lt;br /&gt;He'll be your partner in all of life's dances&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes you're a shining star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to give faith a try&lt;br /&gt;Your life can change in the twinkling of an eye&lt;br /&gt;And those downs will no longer cause you strife&lt;br /&gt;When you're not facing those problems alone&lt;br /&gt;That unbearable pressure is gone&lt;br /&gt;Then you can fulfill God's plan for your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-2936451038259291869?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2936451038259291869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=2936451038259291869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2936451038259291869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2936451038259291869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-bad-times-come-around.html' title='When Bad Times Come Around'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8014151366858670539</id><published>2007-05-15T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:21:01.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Speaking Aloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;With every starlit night&lt;br /&gt;    While vultures wait&lt;br /&gt;Above every half-empty bed&lt;br /&gt;And tired eyes content to find&lt;br /&gt; Comfort in a minute’s rest&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;      To hear your voice sing once again&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I could rest my eyes&lt;br /&gt; Far longer than one minute&lt;br /&gt;           I wake and stir with every sound&lt;br /&gt;Uneasily make my way around&lt;br /&gt;       Inside my restless, dreamy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To seek out memories from our past&lt;br /&gt;   Your face, darkened with mystery&lt;br /&gt;From secrets hidden, old and new&lt;br /&gt; Have you really lost your voice?&lt;br /&gt;Unable to speak like many times before&lt;br /&gt;         The awkward silence I’ve become accustomed to&lt;br /&gt;Falls gently in place over this room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8014151366858670539?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8014151366858670539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8014151366858670539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8014151366858670539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8014151366858670539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-speaking-aloud.html' title='No Speaking Aloud'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-8414315287605184816</id><published>2007-05-13T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:41:59.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Why do bad things happen to people that are good?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just don't understand,but wish we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may ask "why did this have to happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;After all I've tried to do good to the maximum degree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes happen, beyond our control&lt;br /&gt;That shake us to our very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know from day to day&lt;br /&gt;What trials and tribulations might come our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know God often uses trials to realign us with his plan&lt;br /&gt;To lift us upon that solid rock and out of sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times He uses them to make us strong&lt;br /&gt;Or to give us a true sense of right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mortals, in this life we are subject to trials,&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't make these things happen, that's just not his style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when bad things happen, one thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;Our Father God will be there with his unending love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give the much needed Grace to survive&lt;br /&gt;Any problem that satan may contrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not promised an easy life here on Earth&lt;br /&gt;We are subject to the whims of satan right from our birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time things don't go according to your plan&lt;br /&gt;Don't question why, just go to the Main Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He makes good things come out of the bad&lt;br /&gt;He's The Savior, The Father, and The best Friend I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-8414315287605184816?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8414315287605184816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=8414315287605184816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8414315287605184816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/8414315287605184816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good-people.html' title='Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-3684511947229996371</id><published>2007-05-11T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:08:17.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUtSidE , INSidE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Red Satin with creases of velvet darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Ripping through the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing away the seams of my heart…&lt;br /&gt;The total of my essence begins to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Grinding my logic to powder,&lt;br /&gt;The thrashing gets louder…..&lt;br /&gt;The deep calls out, silent, but shrill,&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me back, to that place on the Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Blurry visions of mixed emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Crowded thoughts of halting reason,&lt;br /&gt;Standing up, falling down,&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel closes, the room fills up&lt;br /&gt;Faces crack from a permanent frown,&lt;br /&gt;Breaths and voices begin to drown.&lt;br /&gt;There is a flame, a flicker of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Wreaking with hope, and yet feeling so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Sand scratching away the thoughts of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Light washing out, driving me to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Voices, questions, 1000 decibels of screams,&lt;br /&gt;Drying the parched road, dulling the sheen.&lt;br /&gt;Just one whisper is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A voice of Grace, calming my plea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-3684511947229996371?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3684511947229996371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=3684511947229996371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3684511947229996371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/3684511947229996371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/outside-inside.html' title='OUtSidE , INSidE'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4283049117519165407</id><published>2007-05-01T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:56:25.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hey ya'll, hope you all are well. I  went to Talladega&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend and missed Sunday services,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm thankful that I can hear it on the podcast.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be leaving tomorrow for U.A.B. for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;the week, my daughter Desty, will be going through&lt;br /&gt;the testing phase of the kidney transplant program.&lt;br /&gt;This part will give them the information they will need&lt;br /&gt;in finding a donor match. Please keep us in your&lt;br /&gt;prayers. God Bless you all.  Love in Christ,   Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4283049117519165407?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4283049117519165407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4283049117519165407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4283049117519165407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4283049117519165407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-yall-hope-you-all-are-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7583731094366057661</id><published>2007-05-01T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:22:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign Of The Times</title><content type='html'>Neighbors don't speak&lt;br /&gt;Stay on your side of the street&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can't depend on others&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not even their Mothers&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children in danger&lt;br /&gt;Run from a stranger&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing respect, it's out the door&lt;br /&gt;Parents don't teach morals anymore&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welfare is in demand&lt;br /&gt;Because some won't lift a hand&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is just a word to many&lt;br /&gt;Deceit and dishonesty, we've got plenty&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of sympathy for others is gone&lt;br /&gt;So many hearts have turned to stone&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family ties disposed of in a flash&lt;br /&gt;Thrown out like yesterday's trash&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see  things the Bible depicted&lt;br /&gt;All these happenings that God predicted&lt;br /&gt;A SIGN OF THE END OF TIME.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7583731094366057661?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7583731094366057661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7583731094366057661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7583731094366057661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7583731094366057661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/05/sign-of-times.html' title='A Sign Of The Times'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1671877031711104422</id><published>2007-04-25T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:05:01.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WhEn iT HAppENs....</title><content type='html'>Slowly, the wind traverses the lonesome valley,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with aromas, from yesterdays tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of hurt and pain, confused&lt;br /&gt;With feelings of strength, but today I can’t find clues,&lt;br /&gt;To why God would care about a cold piece of clay,&lt;br /&gt;Disfigured and broken, bewildered by the day….&lt;br /&gt;A breath, an event, a life sore drifting,&lt;br /&gt;When bad things happen, so begins the sifting.&lt;br /&gt;Pure gold, where is it? All I see seems wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness? No focus? Not even a song?&lt;br /&gt;The heart longs to cease beating,&lt;br /&gt;With cold thoughts of remorse,&lt;br /&gt;Painstakingly I am pleading,&lt;br /&gt;With a meticulous inner voice that is hoarse…&lt;br /&gt;Squinting at the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;If I could only see clearer,&lt;br /&gt;Hope that is seen is small,&lt;br /&gt;But when believed gets bigger,&lt;br /&gt;Then my panting grows silent,&lt;br /&gt;As I remember His Word,&lt;br /&gt;There is a great cloud of witnesses,&lt;br /&gt;And their voice is heard!&lt;br /&gt;Their tone isn’t lackadaisical, calloused, or numb,&lt;br /&gt;But instead brings comfort when our hope is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;When we pass through the fire we will not be burned,&lt;br /&gt;But instead our faith grows stronger, fortified and learned….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1671877031711104422?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5434373600418017152</id><published>2007-04-23T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T03:54:35.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling God's Amazing Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;God shows me what my life is all about&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every hour&lt;br /&gt;I can always feel his amazing power&lt;br /&gt;He gives me strength to make it through each day&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'm about to give up,he shows me the way&lt;br /&gt;He lifts me up,and helps me to see&lt;br /&gt;That things aren't as bad as they could be&lt;br /&gt;At times we may think the world is against us&lt;br /&gt;We get bent out of shape and make a big fuss&lt;br /&gt;When in reality,all it takes is a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Asking for God's help,he's always there&lt;br /&gt;He's just waiting on you to call his name,&lt;br /&gt;With him in your life, you'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try, it's just what you need&lt;br /&gt;God knows what to do, just give him the lead&lt;br /&gt;He has shown me, that the world is not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Giving my problems to him,turns my sad into glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you all this to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;That having God in your life is the only way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-2392994999723990104</id><published>2007-04-20T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:50:17.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your T ime To Heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: center top; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #002200; PADDING-TOP: 100px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#ffffff" background="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/st/020903/020903us_peace.gif" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;There is a time to heal&lt;br /&gt;Truer words were never spoken&lt;br /&gt;God will take you in his arms&lt;br /&gt;When by another your heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;He'll gently stroke your hair&lt;br /&gt;And wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Look into his loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;He'll make it a happier day&lt;br /&gt;When mortal love might fail you&lt;br /&gt;You can always count on him&lt;br /&gt;He's the bright light of the morning&lt;br /&gt;When your night before was dim&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without God&lt;br /&gt;He has changed the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;You see he took away my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;He said "This,' your '   time to heal !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Div1" contenteditable="false" hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr 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href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2392994999723990104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=2392994999723990104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2392994999723990104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/2392994999723990104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-t-ime-to-heal.html' title='Your T ime To Heal'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1231386016755564403</id><published>2007-04-19T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:20:34.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hey Brothers and Sisters,I've finally figured out&lt;br /&gt;How those big spaces in my postings came about,&lt;br /&gt;Clicking the wrong place,sending arrows up instead of down&lt;br /&gt;Made all the difference in where things were printed I've found&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all having a blessed day,&lt;br /&gt;Our Father wouldn't want it to be any other way.&lt;br /&gt;                              Love In Christ, Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1231386016755564403?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1231386016755564403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1231386016755564403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1231386016755564403'/><link 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unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I am my Father's child&lt;br /&gt;He makes my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;When by others I'm not treated fair&lt;br /&gt;I can take it to him,his comfort is always there&lt;br /&gt;He lifts me up,and helps me to see&lt;br /&gt;That no one in this world  is better than me.&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me that "My Father is the King"&lt;br /&gt;And my family connection is from his Heartstring!&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am and there's a reason for that....&lt;br /&gt;God made us all different,and put us where we're at.&lt;br /&gt;You see the God who made me is my Father too&lt;br /&gt;A fact that people sometimes misconstrue,&lt;br /&gt;Some have this vision of God as some powerful being&lt;br /&gt;And they look past his tenderness without even seeing&lt;br /&gt;They don't even realize that he's our very best friend&lt;br /&gt;Or understand the fact that He's our next of kin!&lt;br /&gt;You know Families stick together, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;And I'm inviting you,into this family we've got&lt;br /&gt;Because everything I've said applies to you too,&lt;br /&gt;"My Father," is "Your Father," and he'll take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-5455650983490632323?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5455650983490632323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5455650983490632323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5455650983490632323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5455650983490632323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-fathers-child.html' title='My Father&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1615607568388254475</id><published>2007-04-13T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:53:18.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Between</title><content type='html'>So this is your &lt;em&gt;‘Sorry, I didn’t think that this was forever’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How could you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my &lt;em&gt;‘Goodbye, I should’ve realized what I saw in your eyes wasn’t ‘in love’’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go over the little comforting phrases we will tell ourselves&lt;br /&gt;To try and feel better about the things we are doing&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;em&gt;“I don’t regret one moment of the time you and I had together,&lt;br /&gt;And I know there is someone else out there for you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, &lt;em&gt;“You’ll always have a special place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter where our separate paths lead us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let’s take a moment of silence for the love you never gave a chance&lt;br /&gt;That now lies cold on the floor in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;Take the step&lt;br /&gt;Over the threshold&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back&lt;br /&gt;Get in your beat up blue pile of scrap metal&lt;br /&gt;Pull out of the drive&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here somewhere between sadness and relief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1615607568388254475?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1615607568388254475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1615607568388254475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1615607568388254475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1615607568388254475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/04/somewhere-between.html' title='Somewhere Between'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6064252328464227971</id><published>2007-04-10T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:45:49.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Family" Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="fb44d330"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey ya'll........ Soooo sorry!!!! I still haven't figured &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;out how to correct my mistakes on here. Please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;forgive....I'm not sure what I did to make this big&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;space between the title and the poem, but maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can fill some of it.... I wrote this one after I read what&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lee said in the newsletter this week. WOW, what&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;an amazing miracle....a child, God's child, and to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;think, He's giving us the chance to be their mentor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;their teacher, their leader. Our job is to love, cherish,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and chastise ( when needed ) them, the way He &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;commands in the Bible. God bless ya'll, I'm proud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to a part of the Worship Arts Team at Northstar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and I Love you All............ Nancy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1d43d3cb"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;God gave us children to nurture and raise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To teach them good values,and Christian ways&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to teach them wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;Our children are all so precious in his sight&lt;br /&gt;So many are raised without God in their home&lt;br /&gt;With parents working late, kids are left on their own&lt;br /&gt;Too many parents now, value material things&lt;br /&gt;Which sometimes leaves their children wondering,&lt;br /&gt;If this is the way "Families" are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Each member separate, with their own latch key&lt;br /&gt;And dinner together is a thing of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Each of us moving in different directions so fast&lt;br /&gt;We're just not taking time to relate to each other&lt;br /&gt;Families need some time just to be with one another&lt;br /&gt;To talk about the highs and lows of their day,&lt;br /&gt;We find out what's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' on with our children that way&lt;br /&gt;Your love shows when there's mutual communication&lt;br /&gt;Creating a trust and respect in parent and child relations&lt;br /&gt;Our children learn God's ways when they see,&lt;br /&gt;The Christian ways in you and me.&lt;br /&gt;And one day when they have children of their own&lt;br /&gt;From example... they will raise them in a christian home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6064252328464227971?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6064252328464227971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6064252328464227971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6064252328464227971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6064252328464227971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-way.html' title='The &quot;Family&quot; Way'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7320501533069922393</id><published>2007-04-08T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:53:46.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Another Soul Is Saved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It's a win win situation,&lt;br /&gt;And in Heaven there's a celebration,&lt;br /&gt;When another soul is saved&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; slave&lt;br /&gt;Christ died upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;To save lives from being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eternally&lt;/span&gt; lost&lt;br /&gt;Satan enslaves us in a life of sin&lt;br /&gt;Telling us we can never be clean again.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; leaves a few things out,&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truths&lt;/span&gt; he'd rather you not know about.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how Christ our Savior died for us,&lt;br /&gt;And how he took that beating without a fuss&lt;br /&gt;He could have begged saying," Father let me live "&lt;br /&gt;But instead he took it and said "Father forgive "&lt;br /&gt;Christ died on that cross for us so we,&lt;br /&gt;Could be cleansed by his blood, setting our souls free&lt;br /&gt;Free from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; imprisoning hold&lt;br /&gt;Free from his mind and body control&lt;br /&gt;Like a newborn babe, starting anew&lt;br /&gt;God wipes the slate clean for me and you&lt;br /&gt;He gives assurance, that no matter what we've done&lt;br /&gt;It won't be held against us if we accept his Son&lt;br /&gt;Invite him into your heart and turn away from sin&lt;br /&gt;Your life will be better than it has ever been!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7320501533069922393?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7320501533069922393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7320501533069922393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7320501533069922393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7320501533069922393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-another-soul-is-saved.html' title='When Another Soul Is Saved'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-4311929586430092069</id><published>2007-03-31T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:43:53.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus Savior of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You paid the price to make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There up on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Calvary's&lt;/span&gt; hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A long time ago, but today just as real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your Father said," This you need to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my children can come to me through you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You never questioned or tried to back out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your love for us was that great , no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you hung there on that splintery cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your blood was shed for " ALL" who were lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You sacrificed your life for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So closer to God I could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You gave me grace and set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your death gave me life for eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You've given me a precious gift,life with you is so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I want to say "Thank You Jesus," you've made my life complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-4311929586430092069?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4311929586430092069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=4311929586430092069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4311929586430092069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/4311929586430092069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/his-sacrifice.html' title='His Sacrifice'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7634982606228463522</id><published>2007-03-29T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:38:06.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Slowly divesting myself of the tattered, war-torn garb,&lt;br /&gt;Laying down my weapons, dropping the shield from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Incandescent, luminous, sharp and straight,&lt;br /&gt;The Bright Light surrounds me, I am no longer afraid.&lt;br /&gt;The city is so bright, gold covers the streets,&lt;br /&gt;With everyone so happy, the sound of a thousand feet.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, moving, in spontaneous, rhythmic steps,&lt;br /&gt;The life I once lived…now far removed and dead.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I see clear, shimmering sky,&lt;br /&gt;Raising my arms, I feel I can fly….&lt;br /&gt;Voices are heard from within and without,&lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s all over, this is what it’s about,&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of voices,&lt;br /&gt;In loud, extravagant octaves,&lt;br /&gt;The grandeur of each one&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping my heart like a glove,&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hands and worship the King,&lt;br /&gt;Open deep your voice, and let your heart sing!&lt;br /&gt;This is only a portion of Heaven’s rich canvas,&lt;br /&gt;Painted with love, lasting through the ages!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7634982606228463522?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7634982606228463522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7634982606228463522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7634982606228463522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7634982606228463522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/golden-light.html' title='Golden Light'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-1430706660681045339</id><published>2007-03-26T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:36:04.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Just Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Your eyes are picture windows,&lt;br /&gt;The view stretches to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;What you see affects your feelings&lt;br /&gt;For the world around you from life's start&lt;br /&gt;The people who make up your family,&lt;br /&gt;Will shape your life in many ways&lt;br /&gt;You watch their deeds and actions,&lt;br /&gt;And learn how to do, and what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Then as you grow, you make friends,&lt;br /&gt;These are people that you know&lt;br /&gt;Some you see and speak to often,&lt;br /&gt;Others, in your life a while then one day away they go&lt;br /&gt;And there are some who are always there&lt;br /&gt;You see them often, and like them best&lt;br /&gt;That's why you call them " best friends "&lt;br /&gt;They stick by you longer than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people you meet here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Some touch tour life...... some don't.&lt;br /&gt;But when it figures in the grand scheme of things,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it will matter, and sometimes it won't.&lt;br /&gt;As you see your way through life&lt;br /&gt;The people with whom you relate,&lt;br /&gt;Will help you see much clearer&lt;br /&gt;The path in life that you'll take.&lt;br /&gt;So remember there are children&lt;br /&gt;Who watch what you do and hear what you say&lt;br /&gt;That's because they want to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;To be just like you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-1430706660681045339?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1430706660681045339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=1430706660681045339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1430706660681045339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/1430706660681045339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/someone-just-like-you.html' title='Someone Just Like You'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-7574528379017178361</id><published>2007-03-24T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:22:07.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels In The Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" align="left" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I lay here, in grass so green&lt;br /&gt;Searching the sky for things unseen&lt;br /&gt;I see the birds as they pass over in flight,&lt;br /&gt;I look past the clouds so fluffy and white&lt;br /&gt;I see God's creations everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Here on Earth and in the sky up there&lt;br /&gt;It's all the proof I need, to know God created this Earth,&lt;br /&gt;And to think, he planned my whole life before my birth&lt;br /&gt;I imagine him up there with his outstretched hands&lt;br /&gt;Longing to protect me from life's earthly demands.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a beautiful sight to see&lt;br /&gt;He's sending Angels to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go, whatever I do,&lt;br /&gt;My Angels will be there to help me through&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a great way to spend an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It seems to end much too soon&lt;br /&gt;Try it sometime, you might just find out&lt;br /&gt;What God's unending love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-7574528379017178361?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7574528379017178361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=7574528379017178361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7574528379017178361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/7574528379017178361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/angels-in-afternoon.html' title='Angels In The Afternoon'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-9096193516858877888</id><published>2007-03-24T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:31:17.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Is An Attitude Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to tell you, in case you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God showed me this not long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Service is an attitude of the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He gave us all talents so we could do our part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By serving God in all that we say and do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he wants us to serve our fellow man too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are always those who have needs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some can be helped through our actions and deeds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Others might be helped by just a kind word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This may be something they've never heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then there are those, who just need your presence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just having you there can make bad times more pleasant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give of yourself, it's your greatest gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anytime you help another, it will give your heart a lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With God's words you can feed one's broken soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Showing them truths that will make their life whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe through your service, someone will take that step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toward giving God their life, and asking for his help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Posted By,  Nancie  Norton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" 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href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/service-is-attitude-of-heart.html' title='Service Is An Attitude Of The Heart'/><author><name>Nancie Norton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17157831075305417982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0X7S0tH4wjk/SHK82M1lAfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ztP3pFb1E94/S220/DSCN2224_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-6731400664136543863</id><published>2007-03-19T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:42:02.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismal Forebodings</title><content type='html'>Staring outside, my eyes bleak and blurry, Contemplating life,&lt;br /&gt;....all in a hurry.....&lt;br /&gt;Pain is like an empty well of dry, People are born and many souls die.&lt;br /&gt;Strength to breathe is hard at times,&lt;br /&gt;When politicians whine and we get fed lines...&lt;br /&gt;Tainted shards of razor sharp,Yet, lying alone in the endless dark,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words that some can't hear,&lt;br /&gt;We turn around and face another year,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun seems gray, and the moon is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Where my disillusioned heart looks for a home,&lt;br /&gt;A place where Crystal is shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Where friends are rare and dreams are battered.&lt;br /&gt;Struggle.Climb.With all your might.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand sunsets gone from the Light.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, disconsolate, dispirited and grim...&lt;br /&gt;Thats my life without knowing Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-6731400664136543863?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6731400664136543863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=6731400664136543863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6731400664136543863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/6731400664136543863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/dismal-forebodings-staring-outside-my.html' title='Dismal Forebodings'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5907520979316379244</id><published>2007-03-14T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:41:00.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Of every choice you’ve made&lt;br /&gt;Please break the rules this once&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give me words to pray&lt;br /&gt;Just take it back&lt;br /&gt;Please take this back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every smile to fade&lt;br /&gt;And every broken dream&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give me reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give me strength&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take it back&lt;br /&gt;Please take this back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-5907520979316379244?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5907520979316379244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5907520979316379244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5907520979316379244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5907520979316379244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Heath Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002901780621514700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a392.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_7ded58fd65c25875777fd744b6e55367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-5022879490387411653</id><published>2007-03-14T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:59:15.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking up through the cracks in the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Each ray of light glaring, breathing is a chore.&lt;br /&gt;No dreams or hopes, only dust and dry bones,&lt;br /&gt;Dirt and grime, alone and far from home,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to crawl from beneath and under,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel each heartbeat, and every voice thunder,&lt;br /&gt;I’m where I belong, it’s what I get,&lt;br /&gt;It’s what I deserve and I am so in-debt.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the mix, sliding right down,&lt;br /&gt;Into a pool of darkness where nothing is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Treading black water, I can’t feel the ground…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger I feel for the lies I was fed,&lt;br /&gt;My fault for believing, and now I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;Tainted, broken, hopeless, cold,&lt;br /&gt;Seared too intensely, my birthright sold?&lt;br /&gt;The hammer drives down on the nails in my coffin,&lt;br /&gt;The Death angel works, yet my hard heart softens,&lt;br /&gt;The walls move in, the guilt-cancer rips through,&lt;br /&gt;What was my life, begins to break in two.&lt;br /&gt;My prison is oblivious, damp, soiled,&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear a voice calling to a snake that is coiled,&lt;br /&gt;Then the Reaper shrieks, in hissing, guttural tones,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this one out, he’ll never make it home!&lt;br /&gt;Cracking and splintering, the boards rip off,&lt;br /&gt;A Hand reaches down, Strong, but Soft,&lt;br /&gt;Lifting me up from this self-sickened place.&lt;br /&gt;Replacing my garments, washing my face,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy untold, His Love is free,&lt;br /&gt;Because of us, He died on the Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-5022879490387411653?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5022879490387411653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=5022879490387411653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5022879490387411653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/5022879490387411653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/forgotten_14.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>Terry Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032214320527670959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p5/adventurer_trek/me_guitar1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-117021927077763584</id><published>2007-01-30T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:54:30.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off to a great start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4859/3472/1600/183658/Stage-Shot-Lee-and-Cori.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4859/3472/320/834644/Stage-Shot-Lee-and-Cori.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Northstar Creative Writing team is off to a great start and hopefully by the end of the month we'll have some work posted here for your viewing pleasure.  The literary arts are so important to our lives as Christians and I am so excited to know that God is building a foundation of such artists within His church called Northstar.  During the month of February the team will be attending a poetry and performance night together as well as working on projects for a racy upcoming series at Northstar called "the gift of sex".  So make sure that you check back here to check out all the upcoming work and photos that we'll be posting and if you are reading this and are interested in becoming part of the team just click on over to www.northstarpc.org/worshiparts and contact us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-117021927077763584?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/117021927077763584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=117021927077763584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/117021927077763584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/117021927077763584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2007/01/off-to-great-start.html' title='off to a great start'/><author><name>lee baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411328375950612375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/muzik316/ministerofrock2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-116484631507216720</id><published>2006-11-29T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:25:15.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely addicted to quotes. I don't know what it is, but somehow the words of other people just strike a chord with me. So, I found this nifty little quote list, that has some inspiring words.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="quotes" value="http://www.dialogueproject.net/quotes.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dialogueproject.net/quotes.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-116484631507216720?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/116484631507216720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=116484631507216720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116484631507216720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116484631507216720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2006/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Erica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/UrkaUrple/meprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-116483125004276173</id><published>2006-11-29T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:14:10.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joining the conversation</title><content type='html'>I am excited about this space of the cyber universe and about what it means.  In this space we all will join in the creative conversation that is going on throughout the universe.  It is a conversation that has questions about life, love, friendship, religion, art, culture, and good coffee.  It is a conversation that hopefully encourages us all to ask more questions and explore what life is all about through art and literature.  I welcome you all and I hope that you all will be contributors to the conversation, in this place and in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Erica Howard for kicking this off and I am excited to see what this space is going to be and what this team of people is going to mean to the community of writers in Bay County and what it’s going to mean to the people of Northstar Church.  Also, go check out my blog, worshipartslife.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the conversation…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-116483125004276173?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/116483125004276173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=116483125004276173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116483125004276173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116483125004276173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2006/11/joining-conversation.html' title='joining the conversation'/><author><name>lee baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411328375950612375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/muzik316/ministerofrock2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761965.post-116482949643306886</id><published>2006-11-29T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:44:56.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning...</title><content type='html'>"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done. So that people not yet born will praise Him." --Psalm 102:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the scripture, now here's the place to do it. God has granted each of us spectacular gifts that we should utilize to praise him. For many it's easy --musicians sing and play instruments, speakers give sermons, artists make beautiful things --but for writers, finding a worthwild outlet can be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no need to fret. Northstar Church is organizing a group of writers to do what they do best -- write!&lt;br /&gt;From short stories to poetry, nonfiction to journaling, any form of writing can be used to glorify God. You just need the tools (and the community) to offer inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37761965-116482949643306886?l=northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/116482949643306886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37761965&amp;postID=116482949643306886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116482949643306886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37761965/posts/default/116482949643306886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northstarcreativewriting.blogspot.com/2006/11/beginning.html' title='The beginning...'/><author><name>Erica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/UrkaUrple/meprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
