<?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-6018328118818510584</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:36:55.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Somethings come from within.  They reveal who we truly are.  When that happens you can't help but share it....from the heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018328118818510584.post-4975480191267810120</id><published>2007-11-07T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:48:56.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Small.</title><content type='html'>The words to this song have really touched me lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Small &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song by Carrie Underwood (not sure who wrote it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you got if you ain't got love?&lt;br /&gt;                      The kind that you just wanna give away&lt;br /&gt;                      It's OK to open up&lt;br /&gt;                      Go ahead and let the light shine through&lt;br /&gt;                      I know it's hard on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;                      You wanna shut the world out&lt;br /&gt;                      And just be left alone&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't run out on your faith&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;                      Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;                      What you've been out there searching for forever,&lt;br /&gt;                      Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;                      When you figure out love is all that matters, after all&lt;br /&gt;                      It sure makes everything else&lt;br /&gt;                      Seem so small&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;It's so easy to get lost inside&lt;br /&gt;                      A problem that seems so big, at the time&lt;br /&gt;                      It's like a river that's so wide&lt;br /&gt;                      It swallows you whole&lt;br /&gt;                      While you're sittin round thinking about what you can't change&lt;br /&gt;                      And worryin' about all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;                      Time's flying by, moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;                      You better make it count, cause you can't get it back&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;                      Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;                      What you've been out there searchin for forever&lt;br /&gt;                      Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh, When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;                      It sure makes everything else&lt;br /&gt;                      Seem so small&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;                     Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;                      Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;                      What you've been out there searchin for forever&lt;br /&gt;                      Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh, When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;                      It sure makes everything else&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh it sure makes everything else&lt;br /&gt;                      Seem so small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6018328118818510584-4975480191267810120?l=heartwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4975480191267810120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6018328118818510584&amp;postID=4975480191267810120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/4975480191267810120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/4975480191267810120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-small.html' title='So Small.'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018328118818510584.post-4273626227477828232</id><published>2007-08-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:11:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Love</title><content type='html'>A Single kiss he gave me since the day we met&lt;br /&gt;How tenderly he sent this kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Deep hearted, pure, and scented still with love.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the language of that kiss,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" so it seemed to say,&lt;br /&gt;"Forever here I'll be".&lt;br /&gt;A perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone, that only kiss&lt;br /&gt;My only mem'ry of him.&lt;br /&gt;"Forever here my love will stay,"&lt;br /&gt;A perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the heart...&lt;br /&gt;Me - June 6, 1990&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6018328118818510584-4273626227477828232?l=heartwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4273626227477828232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6018328118818510584&amp;postID=4273626227477828232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/4273626227477828232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/4273626227477828232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfect-love.html' title='A Perfect Love'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018328118818510584.post-5550243573197387366</id><published>2007-08-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:00:46.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>It was a warm day in January with just enough of a nip in the air to make a true California winter day.  The Sunday worship left me feeling hopefull but alone.  More than anything I just wanted to be alone no one to talk to; no one to bother me; no one to attempt to pull me out of my dreariness.  What better place to o that the lake, my lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I changed from my heels and a skirt to my white jeans and black sweatshirt.  The memories of the last time I wore this same outfit flooded my head, but did I let that deter me?  No!  I headed straight for the hill with a quick stop at Taco Bell to satisfy my noisy stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick flight up the windy hill landed me on a picnic table with my food and my Bible.  Not my bulky Bible but, rather, my small children’s Bible. The one that daily reminds me to have the faith of a child.  I read knowing not what or why I read.  I just read.  That’s when I decided to take my walk and that was the start or end or rather both of life as I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was calm and cloudy as only a big city lake water is.  But still I walked until I stopped short only to notice the speckles of dust spotting my spotlessly white pants and that is when I first heard the voice.  Listen to what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I created this earth with this in mind.  On this day, at this precise minute you would be walking in this spot.  That dirt was put here to spot your pants.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered I continued on my walk only to stumble on the ugliest weed mass to ever cross my path and again I heard the voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I created those weeds and they are beautiful to me.  Daily I look at them and ponder their beauty.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on I came up short when I saw two beautiful perfect ducks floating dead in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I cried when they died.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the voice I quickly heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I continued.  Why was he bothering me?  Why wouldn’t he let me wallow in my sorrows?  Why couldn’t I just be alone?  That’s when I came to the dock.  Just a short platform rickety as it was the only thing that would keep me out of the murky unknown – if I chose to try it.  Accept the challenge I did with deathly white knuckles grasping the railing I proceeded down the short strip.  Standing on the edge I suddenly felt my grip loosen from it’s hold on the bar and peacefully I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, I’ve god you.  I will always take care of you.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I walked, or rather floated back to my car with the knowledge that He loves me.  Never will I be alone.  How can I worry when I will always have a promise like that?  No matter the pain or the hardship my heart will endure I always will have my one true love.  Nothing can or will ever take that from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If God is for you, who can be against you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the love of God, have the faith of a child.  Pure, innocent, and sweet.  A love that knows no pain.  A love that will always endure.  A love that no matter what will always forgive and embrace.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6018328118818510584-5550243573197387366?l=heartwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5550243573197387366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6018328118818510584&amp;postID=5550243573197387366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/5550243573197387366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/5550243573197387366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/2007/08/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018328118818510584.post-1879011752956529122</id><published>2007-07-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:54:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locker</title><content type='html'>I am rectangular and cold, I have no preference.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I open I intake whatever I receive.&lt;br /&gt;Just as it is, untouched by warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;I am not picky, only waiting -&lt;br /&gt;The mouth of a little god - ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I sit alone in my little place.&lt;br /&gt;It is so small, it is alone.  I have sat here for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is part of my body.  But it differs,&lt;br /&gt;Books and light make us different over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am opened.  A girl stares into me.&lt;br /&gt;Searching my reaches for books of unknown classes.&lt;br /&gt;Then she turns to those liars, her friends and her enemies.&lt;br /&gt;I see the book leave and darkness creeps in faithfully&lt;br /&gt;She rewards me with tears as she closes my door.&lt;br /&gt;I am her friend.  She will come again.&lt;br /&gt;Each day it is her face that lets in the light.&lt;br /&gt;In me she has cried a little girl, and in me a young lady&lt;br /&gt;Rises to meet her day, like a lovesick child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the heart...&lt;br /&gt;Me - June 4, 1990&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6018328118818510584-1879011752956529122?l=heartwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1879011752956529122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6018328118818510584&amp;postID=1879011752956529122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/1879011752956529122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/1879011752956529122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/2007/07/locker.html' title='Locker'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6018328118818510584.post-1272082008508912569</id><published>2007-07-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:56:34.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Writing</title><content type='html'>I moved about six weeks ago.  In the process of moving I found some old writings of mine.  Poems and stories I wrote in high school and since.  It seems weird to keep them hidden in a box, gathering dust where no one can see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to share them.  I'll also share other song lyrics and poems that mean something to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These will all be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6018328118818510584-1272082008508912569?l=heartwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1272082008508912569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6018328118818510584&amp;postID=1272082008508912569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/1272082008508912569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6018328118818510584/posts/default/1272082008508912569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartwrite.blogspot.com/2007/07/personal-writing.html' title='Personal Writing'/><author><name>Lanel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB4MPC2qmN0/SYKbFU39LZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kIW1-JC8fRE/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
