<?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-32076440</id><updated>2012-02-04T00:40:03.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Pictures</title><subtitle type='html'>There are moments in life when your heart takes a picture. I love these moments and for the past 8 or so years I have been collecting them.  Here are some of my heart pictures and the pictures that are in my heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-2222729337921789647</id><published>2012-02-04T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:38:40.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>Most of the time I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I love my life and where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Full of wonderlust and adventure&lt;br /&gt;But today I miss  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Like the couple sitting next to me on the Train&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laugh at your jokes&lt;br /&gt;And feel the safety of your hand guiding me on the small of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to tell you a million things&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to listen instead&lt;br /&gt;And I watched you intently as you rambled on and on&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile when you do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to sit next to you in silence&lt;br /&gt;You'd let me think and gently play with my hair&lt;br /&gt;You do the crossword puzzle and leave the hard ones for me&lt;br /&gt;And I love that about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today I miss you and it's strange&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible to miss someone you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;Real feelings attached to the abscence of you&lt;br /&gt;And yet I do, I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-2222729337921789647?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2222729337921789647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=2222729337921789647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/2222729337921789647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/2222729337921789647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-5349246533204344825</id><published>2011-09-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:12:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind III</title><content type='html'>You are on my mind&lt;div&gt;Partly b/c there was so much left unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And b/c I keep thinking of how happy you will be to be home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to be left behind, discarded, forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took down our pictures, took off the bracelet, and grieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for myself a little but mostly feel grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been wonderful but they aren't you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wants you to miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know you had 2 weeks to say goodbye before you said the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have kissed you goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have let you say what you wanted to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are so happy at the ranch where you belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's why you are on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-5349246533204344825?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5349246533204344825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=5349246533204344825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/5349246533204344825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/5349246533204344825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-my-mind-iii.html' title='On My Mind III'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-8456550460971960954</id><published>2011-08-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:11:27.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeply In The Details</title><content type='html'>        &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The one who made you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Breathed life into your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who knows you perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And loves you completely whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who knows your heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who catches tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who whispers in the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And takes away your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The one who watches fervently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whose tender mercies are known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only He can measure your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And witness how much you’ve grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is deeply in the details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;His love runs anchor deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He knows your every burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the sorrows that you keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who loves you raw and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Makes the heavens scream and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He whose voice the dust obeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The one on whom you rely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The one who made your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can pull it till it bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then He compensates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By planting healing seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He who asks for nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then all you have and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you will but give Him your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Great treasures He has in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Radiant Firehawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anasazi Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-8456550460971960954?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8456550460971960954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=8456550460971960954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8456550460971960954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8456550460971960954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2011/08/deeply-in-details.html' title='Deeply In The Details'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-4382066842621106685</id><published>2011-08-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:08:24.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>        &lt;p class="p1"&gt;If you can stand on the precipice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Understanding the course of your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Then take a step in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Without every hearing His voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can listen without being heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And measure the words you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can learn to pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And make charity what you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can give another your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And not expect theirs in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can sense the grace in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And apply the things you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can dance with those of royalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Yet dine with those from dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can seek the good in others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And liberally give your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can look into the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And love the person that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can hear the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;In every rock and stream and tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can learn to be forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And give freely of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Understand life’s greatest treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Don’t lie in any wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can give everything you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Then give a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;That’s when God will give His mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And great blessings lie in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If you can give the Lord your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And know that His ways are higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;He will help you bear your burdens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;And guide your righteous desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By: Kylee Shields    July 3, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To: Lincoln Pearce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-4382066842621106685?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4382066842621106685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=4382066842621106685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4382066842621106685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4382066842621106685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2011/08/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-8724187094837577335</id><published>2011-01-30T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:42:19.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you don't have the answers&lt;div&gt;When you can't see ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go and be led&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you think that you're ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're willing to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then trust in yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a leap and fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're doing all you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're barely getting by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that you are truly loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And deliverance is nigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the day is finally finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your weary soul is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that what you do matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He truly love the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So calme your troubled heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ease your wandering mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put your faith in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then answers you will find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-8724187094837577335?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8724187094837577335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=8724187094837577335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8724187094837577335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8724187094837577335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2011/01/deliverance.html' title='Deliverance'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-1304094612729065979</id><published>2010-04-26T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:53:48.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because before I had proof &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew you would be my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you give gifts year round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just when they are required&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because paper trees and travel themed walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aren’t just fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you like write letters and take notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes I get to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in a crowded room of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to laugh with you in the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you write about far off places &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the real story is where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because when my heart is aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours listens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because sometimes when I’m with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-1304094612729065979?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-3181746207065794393</id><published>2010-02-18T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:38:50.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Behold the heavens Thy hands hath made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deep is the valley Thou freely gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On top the mountain, Beneath the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For these I’m grateful Thou made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To see a rainbow in its array&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And bask in twilight near the end of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The shooting star, For every tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For these I’m grateful Thou made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For every sunrise that starts the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And every river that’s carved its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For every flower and every bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Of these I’m grateful Thou made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The sound of music that fills the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The deepest of love that we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For healing, forgiveness, and eyes to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Of these I'm grateful Thou made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kylee Shields   2/17/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Me'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7783729632608731879</id><published>2010-02-18T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:39:20.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Choose You For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Out of all the fish out there in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And what a big sea there happens to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I”m glad I found you and you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know we’re not dating or anything such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I love your humor and your gentle touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I”m glad I get to say ,to me, you mean much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I like your smile, laughter, and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A friend like you is hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m grateful to me you are so kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are few things in life I enjoy more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Than friends like you whom I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And new adventures that are in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So today if you wonder, “Who loves me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In that big vast gigantic sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just for today I choose you for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kylee Shields  02/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Pea Stacy Elizabeth'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7783729632608731879?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-1348600027163721765</id><published>2009-09-14T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:44:52.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me how to mend your life and I'll do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me help you understand that you'll get through it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes when you cry I can hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all you really want to do is disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have answers to the questions you are asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have reasons for the troubles you are feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have time to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come sit with me and tell me all your sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's laugh and think of future tomorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never think that you can't cry or scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life never quite turns out how it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have comfort for the heartache you're enduring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have peace for the problems you are facing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have time to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes laughter can break apart the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes sorrows are washed away with rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most times the darkness slowly fades away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone loves you day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  have a shoulder you can cry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  have a bed to rest your cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly I have time to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to: MoMo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-1348600027163721765?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1348600027163721765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=1348600027163721765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/1348600027163721765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/1348600027163721765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-listen.html' title='Time to Listen'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6606891038589947367</id><published>2009-08-31T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:14:51.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeply in the Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For: Kris Gurr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You I place at the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The center of all I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are an integral part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Constantly remain true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are deeply in the details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all that I pursue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kindly fill the cracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all I fail to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You understand for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I can't comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where I'm blind You see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I'm broken you mend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lord when I lack faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You help me to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when my hope is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love I can receive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lift me when I'm weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear me when I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfort all my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wipe tears from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will give Thee all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind, my heart, my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Thee I'll give my will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So You can make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8/2/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6606891038589947367?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6606891038589947367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6606891038589947367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6606891038589947367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6606891038589947367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2009/08/deeply-in-details.html' title='Deeply in the Details'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-8430329686102433677</id><published>2009-08-31T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:10:51.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes in the midst of confusion there's clarity&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in the thick of drama there's depth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in the basis of friendship there's fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when you're banking on answers there's apathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-8430329686102433677?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8430329686102433677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=8430329686102433677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8430329686102433677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8430329686102433677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7929430673218777898</id><published>2009-05-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:14:25.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember (5/28/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember me when the day is done&lt;div&gt;When your laughing heart is free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me when the day begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flag flies for liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me when you're free to roam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can worship where you may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me when you take a stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have freedom of speech to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me when you make a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you kneel down to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me when it's not so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I died so you could live this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In memory of all those who died so I can be free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7929430673218777898?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7929430673218777898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6692030627649373837</id><published>2009-03-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:57:11.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So you're on my mind&lt;div&gt;And have been since I first met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about you that intrigues me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seem to pop up in random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wonder how you see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up the whole try to figure things out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like why you are on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I just embrace it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's why you're on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6692030627649373837?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6692030627649373837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6692030627649373837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6692030627649373837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6692030627649373837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-my-mind-ii.html' title='On My Mind II'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-511035027216097020</id><published>2009-03-03T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:20:54.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've read how you can part the sea&lt;div&gt;Turn water into wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That You can heal a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even one like mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that You can raise the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make the blind man see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Lord I lack the faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help me to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know that You are with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my darkest hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need your faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some healing rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know You understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You've felt my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You watched as Peter walked to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And reached out when he fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And though You were a Jew still taught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman at the well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You suffered for the sins of man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for their sorrows too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me Lord, I do believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know the You are with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my darkest hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I needs some healing rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know You understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You've felt my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(almost finished song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-511035027216097020?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/511035027216097020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=511035027216097020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine how are you is answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They grab my hands to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some children just want to touch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others are scared of my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can see that something is different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet new friendships begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-55941050575357312?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/55941050575357312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7443396142589732017</id><published>2009-02-04T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:23:54.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it okay to be confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To let go of certain views&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To gain perspective and truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to adult from youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens when conflict arrives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When values and passion collide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When politics and faith don't aline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But together make sense in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible to hold 2 beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While still maintaining peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can faith shed light on what's known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is believing both still condoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7443396142589732017?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7443396142589732017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=7443396142589732017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7443396142589732017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7443396142589732017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7616700357870140646</id><published>2008-11-28T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:24:26.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most everyone loves this time of year&lt;div&gt;Giving in to songs of joy and cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A time to make memories and reminisce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be in love and to have a child's wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be caught up in all the bustle and glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put up the lights and trim the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning to enjoy giving more than receiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding seeing isn't always believing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the unexpected treasures we want so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The candy and toys, the sweets and such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traditions we can't live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ho Ho Ho of Santa's shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere you turn there is twinkling and lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running down aisles sometimes full of fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a rush to find the perfect toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rechecking the list of every good girl and boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is more than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More that this Season has in store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my Christmas wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open your heart and you will find more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the time of year to forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To forget, to let go and to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To recognize His amazing grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every person' s passing face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be sure to share laughter and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help those aching and suffering to cope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get outside yourself and find a need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is the answer to overcome greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that Christ is the reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The center and the meaning of this season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the greatest of all gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For His spirit comforts, heals, and lifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this be your best Season ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making memories that last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And may you find time to be still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving Him your greatest gift-your will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7616700357870140646?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7616700357870140646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=7616700357870140646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7616700357870140646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7616700357870140646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-this.html' title='More Than This'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-1779102097981857684</id><published>2008-10-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:00:04.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh What Songs of the Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found Poem arrainged as a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bended knees with broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;We come before Thee Lord (p. 138)&lt;br /&gt;When disappointment, grief, &amp;amp; fear are gone&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow forgot love's purest joys restored (p. 124)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me, guide me, walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;Help me find the way (p. 301)&lt;br /&gt;Precious Savior, Dear Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Let us never from Thee stray (p. 103)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior God to Thee&lt;br /&gt;How great Thou art (p. 86)&lt;br /&gt;Restore my dear Savior&lt;br /&gt;Bring hope to my desolate heart (p. 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should we die before our journey's through&lt;br /&gt;Happy day-All is well (p. 30)&lt;br /&gt;What tongue my gratitude can tell&lt;br /&gt;Oh gracious God of Israel (p. 112)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill our hearts with sweet forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Teach us tolerance and love (p. 172)&lt;br /&gt;Bringing happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;Rich blessings from above (p. 298)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth and forever, Amen &amp;amp; Amen (p. 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Heart&quot;'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-8656133116695461880</id><published>2008-09-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:19:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Mercy</title><content type='html'>God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;In quiet desperation&lt;br /&gt;I come on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;I know Thy healing power&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy burdened&lt;br /&gt;I need Thee in this hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Thou mine unbelief&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I need Thy grace&lt;br /&gt;For I am thus a beggar&lt;br /&gt;Shed light upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Save my soul&lt;br /&gt;Take my fear&lt;br /&gt;Make me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek a gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation of care&lt;br /&gt;Absence of my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;To know You're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace I come to seek&lt;br /&gt;My heart I freely give&lt;br /&gt;I long to be with Thee&lt;br /&gt;For eternity to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Lord of love&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;To Thee above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; Shields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-8656133116695461880?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8656133116695461880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-5266067457808344259</id><published>2008-09-14T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:43:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it possible to be surrounded by people and still feel lonely&lt;div&gt;Can you know something is so right &amp;amp; where you belong &amp;amp; yet feel lost&lt;div&gt;How can love be so unexpected &amp;amp; yet at the same time so consistent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you go when there's no one to talk to &amp;amp; yet everyone will listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will there come a time when it's my turn &amp;amp; not some else's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you be doing the right thing but feel you are in the wrong place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible that something so unconventional could be so wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does my heart ache when it is so full of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-5266067457808344259?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5266067457808344259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=5266067457808344259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/5266067457808344259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/5266067457808344259'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am wise enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am kind enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am bold enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I struggle just enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-5319282797536948476?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No traveling companions to bargain with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one to distract me from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blazed my own trail, on my own time, in my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set off on a journey of discovery and came home with the greatest souvenir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the water of such foreign places swirled my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the wind the Spirit whispered to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't need a big house, a diamond ring, or the perfect man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't need people to validate me or to have the cutest clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't really matter what job I had or where I worked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to know that I was enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That with the Lord I could accomplish anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that all I ever needed I already had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; "&gt;For Jodi Cantrell--my new roommate and old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6820652431900620501?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6820652431900620501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6820652431900620501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6820652431900620501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6820652431900620501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/08/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-2818111500216181728</id><published>2008-08-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:52:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Moon</title><content type='html'>Where are you Midnight Moon&lt;div&gt;I've got so much to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts will dance away soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My words never quite the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is racing to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my eyes wander the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things I dream to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazed at how time does fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course tonight you are shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you are allowed a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight you won't hear my cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another night for my heart ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylee Shields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-2818111500216181728?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2818111500216181728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=2818111500216181728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/2818111500216181728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/2818111500216181728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/08/midnight-moon.html' title='Midnight Moon'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-4770949625215901999</id><published>2008-06-12T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:28:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>You know those friends who make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Take you back w/such ease &amp;amp; grace&lt;br /&gt;They know your ways-they know your style&lt;br /&gt;Know when to pry and when to give space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you're all grown up &amp;amp; such&lt;br /&gt;Travelled different paths along the way&lt;br /&gt;You find you can talk about so much&lt;br /&gt;With never a lack of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how much you let down your guard&lt;br /&gt;How much your maturity melts away&lt;br /&gt;How great it feels to laugh that hard&lt;br /&gt;At the end of such a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as quickly as you've assembled there&lt;br /&gt;Life comes barrelling in &amp;amp; you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;So you say your goodbyes &amp;amp; that you care&lt;br /&gt;All the while wishing that you could all stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you leave w/ a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;You feel grateful for love like this&lt;br /&gt;And know you'll meet again in another place&lt;br /&gt;Once again as friends to reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/6/08    Kylee Shields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-4770949625215901999?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4770949625215901999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=4770949625215901999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4770949625215901999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4770949625215901999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6169713448660474243</id><published>2008-02-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:07:48.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistine Chapel</title><content type='html'>Here I sit under a sky of color&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the symbolism above&lt;br /&gt;Surely these painters inspired by God&lt;br /&gt;Represented His everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtains surround to bring warmth&lt;br /&gt;Colors so bright and divine&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived-I have made it&lt;br /&gt;For the chance to see such beauty if mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of Moses and of Christ&lt;br /&gt;On display for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Surely the gospel is rolling forth&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe in what surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For centuries the Popes have lived here&lt;br /&gt;They have commissioned such great art&lt;br /&gt;For me it is a moment of honor&lt;br /&gt;I will capture and hold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Written while inside the Sistine Chapel in February of 2008~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6169713448660474243?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6169713448660474243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6169713448660474243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6169713448660474243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6169713448660474243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/02/sistine-chapel.html' title='Sistine Chapel'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-200649003187719005</id><published>2007-11-09T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:42:57.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because even at 27 I'm never to old to call you that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because there's only 8 of us who can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because there's really no one I'd rather talk to about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you inspire me to be the woman I'm becoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because almost every memory that matters has you in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you set the bar so high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you let me vent and offer real solutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because even when you don't understand--you try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I said it first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-200649003187719005?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/200649003187719005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=200649003187719005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/200649003187719005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/200649003187719005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/11/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-4124015648067071862</id><published>2007-10-31T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:22:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>It's Halloween so be aware&lt;br /&gt;There's Witches, Goblins, and Ghosts out there&lt;br /&gt;And if you like sweets the pillage is great&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure you don't start too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Trick or Treat ain't for the faint of heart&lt;br /&gt;And the earlier the better I think to start&lt;br /&gt;So put on your costumes in style&lt;br /&gt;For this time of year won't be back for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your tales and spook your foes&lt;br /&gt;Pass out your candy to those so an so's&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the black lights and dry ice galore&lt;br /&gt;And just you wait for what lies in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's orange and green and the color black&lt;br /&gt;It's buying the sweets by the pack&lt;br /&gt;It's pumpkins, and kids, and lots of weird&lt;br /&gt;It's all kinds of stuff that should be feared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find  a kid to hang with-if you need an excuse&lt;br /&gt;And get out there tonight and be of some use&lt;br /&gt;Whether you trick or whether you treat&lt;br /&gt;Today is day meant to be full of sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forget about cavities, being too old, or weight&lt;br /&gt;Today is great day to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Beware of what's coming for it draws near&lt;br /&gt;It's Halloween night so bring on the fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-4124015648067071862?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4124015648067071862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=4124015648067071862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4124015648067071862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4124015648067071862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-4785838767094774407</id><published>2007-09-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:02:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Turned Student</title><content type='html'>Fish out of water&lt;br /&gt;Bird on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Being out of your element&lt;br /&gt;Is something profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From king of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;To just one more face&lt;br /&gt;Starting everything new&lt;br /&gt;And pleading your case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step&lt;br /&gt;And letting things go&lt;br /&gt;Banking on a future&lt;br /&gt;You have yet to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And memories are haunting&lt;br /&gt;Faces in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And catching your breath&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling short of purpose&lt;br /&gt;The teacher with out a class&lt;br /&gt;Has now become the student&lt;br /&gt;Studying hard to pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you'll find&lt;br /&gt;A place where you're free&lt;br /&gt;To swim or to fly&lt;br /&gt;Which ever you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Brian-called-Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-4785838767094774407?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4785838767094774407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=4785838767094774407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/4785838767094774407'/><link 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analyze you&lt;br /&gt;everything that i know&lt;br /&gt;and when i refused&lt;br /&gt;somehow you crept in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why you're on my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-1186994422046848552?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1186994422046848552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=1186994422046848552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/1186994422046848552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/1186994422046848552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6395675359140224946</id><published>2007-09-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:34:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to Lift</title><content type='html'>Today I come to lift&lt;br /&gt;For you I humbly pray&lt;br /&gt;For this is not about me&lt;br /&gt;At least not for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I come to lift&lt;br /&gt;This may someone please&lt;br /&gt;But even if it's not&lt;br /&gt;I will love with ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I come to lift&lt;br /&gt;In doing I'll be blessed&lt;br /&gt;But this is not my wish&lt;br /&gt;For you are I confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I come to lift&lt;br /&gt;I pray I can be part&lt;br /&gt;To ease your burdens born&lt;br /&gt;To carry your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came to lift&lt;br /&gt;And though you may not see&lt;br /&gt;Today you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;For today you lifted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Inspired by a sacrament talk by Daryl Smith  9.16.07 ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6395675359140224946?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6395675359140224946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6395675359140224946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6395675359140224946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6395675359140224946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-to-lift.html' title='Come to Lift'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6552357893894118995</id><published>2007-08-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:37:14.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remind me</title><content type='html'>you let me just sit there&lt;br /&gt;I was craving silence&lt;br /&gt;you let me inside&lt;br /&gt;I was missing you&lt;br /&gt;You notice the little things&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd forgotten&lt;br /&gt;you gave space&lt;br /&gt;and in return I did too&lt;br /&gt;tonight I needed to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;once again you came through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6552357893894118995?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6552357893894118995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6552357893894118995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6552357893894118995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6552357893894118995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/remind-me.html' title='remind me'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6396614095799542882</id><published>2007-08-22T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:31:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's one from the archives. I used to work at a Residential Treatment Center (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RTC&lt;/span&gt;) for troubled teen girls. So I wrote this song for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Things Change&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes the clouds come because we need rain.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the healing causes the pain.&lt;br /&gt;There's time when my heart takes a picture or two. &lt;br /&gt;Times when you've changed me or I've some how changed you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Some days the time stops or at least it stands still.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you ache to express how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;Other times things change right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes no one can hear you cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;And things change. Dreams come alive. People let go. And you survive. Things change. Memories heal. You find the strength to stand still.&lt;br /&gt;Things Change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Some goodbyes last forever and others are brief.&lt;br /&gt;Some tears are for heartache and some for relief.&lt;br /&gt;Some times when the hurt just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;Love come to replace it and there it will stay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes you can't see the light from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;You're just trying to go out and make your mark.&lt;br /&gt;So you try to make "home" wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;But the "home" you dream of in your heart is so far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Things change. Time moves on. Wounds heal. The pain is gone. Things change. They always do. Don't give up. Stay true.&lt;br /&gt;And things change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;And if I had the change to make things stay the same I wouldn't ever.&lt;br /&gt;For change is what brought me to you and changed my life forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;And things change. Hearts break. Tears fall.  Eyes awake. Things change. People move on. Remember me. When I"m gone. &lt;br /&gt;And things change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6396614095799542882?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6396614095799542882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6396614095799542882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6396614095799542882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6396614095799542882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-8348838217263754046</id><published>2007-06-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:39:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greater Good</title><content type='html'>Can you hear the buzz and the level of stress&lt;br /&gt;That must mean it's just about here&lt;br /&gt;With lots of new staff and a big name change&lt;br /&gt;Comes the end of this fiscal year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a great year it has been&lt;br /&gt;With the trials have come such joy&lt;br /&gt;We are glad to say at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Today I helped at least one girl or boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each team's worked together their best&lt;br /&gt;To bring about the greater good&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed and cried along the way&lt;br /&gt;Like any non profit should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy did we raise money&lt;br /&gt;Big Night, Golf Tournament, BOTY and more&lt;br /&gt;Out doing themselves time and again&lt;br /&gt;The D-team has much more in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our recruiters are out in the trenches&lt;br /&gt;CRS fielding calls all the while&lt;br /&gt;The Marketing Team gives us a face&lt;br /&gt;That we can wear with style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VET finding wonderful volunteers&lt;br /&gt;The YET finding families in need&lt;br /&gt;Both making life changing matches&lt;br /&gt;With unprecedented kinds of speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the phones alit on the 6th floor&lt;br /&gt;The MST supporting matches each day&lt;br /&gt;Constantly honing and learning new skills&lt;br /&gt;Brokering resources for change along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're managing the age old struggle&lt;br /&gt;betwixt people and numbers and such&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining the business with bleeding hearts&lt;br /&gt;And in the journey learning so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of the supers and admin&lt;br /&gt;the interns, the volunteers, and staff&lt;br /&gt;This place couldn't run without you&lt;br /&gt;We are Magic on your behalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of life happening inside and out&lt;br /&gt;So many people putting in long hours&lt;br /&gt;So many lives to be making a difference today&lt;br /&gt;So many babies and going-away showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So farewell to a great year gone by&lt;br /&gt;And welcome to a new year begun&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope in all the madness and stress&lt;br /&gt;We are also having a whole lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.29.07   Kylee Shields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To Big Brothers Big Sister of Mass Bay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-8348838217263754046?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8348838217263754046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=8348838217263754046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8348838217263754046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/8348838217263754046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/06/greater-good.html' title='The Greater Good'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7347917645161209169</id><published>2007-05-23T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:31:41.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some How</title><content type='html'>I might have made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I might  have done it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'd maybe do it again&lt;br /&gt;I might be right all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've worn myself out&lt;br /&gt;I think I  want to give in&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of chasing this dream&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me broken&lt;br /&gt;Would you even know&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;Or would you let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as strong as I thought&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as weak as I feel&lt;br /&gt;Just make the pain go away&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm starting again&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm changing my plans&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find my own way&lt;br /&gt;Or take it as it stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you love me broken&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care&lt;br /&gt;Could I wake tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how&lt;br /&gt;Some where&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I've found&lt;br /&gt;I think some how I've found&lt;br /&gt;My dreams in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song by Kylee Shields 5.23.07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7347917645161209169?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7347917645161209169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=7347917645161209169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7347917645161209169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/7347917645161209169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-how.html' title='Some How'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-916397084596484262</id><published>2007-04-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:24:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Triumph of Many</title><content type='html'>There once was a cubicle farm&lt;br /&gt;Where many would come to play&lt;br /&gt;They would work oh so hard&lt;br /&gt;From morning till end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All busy making a difference&lt;br /&gt;Each a unique role to do&lt;br /&gt;So hectic all of their schedules&lt;br /&gt;And lots of life to pursue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managers busy managing&lt;br /&gt;MA's making their calls&lt;br /&gt;Lives being changed forever&lt;br /&gt;Each day full of rises and falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's too much to do&lt;br /&gt;Some days just fly right by&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel like you matter&lt;br /&gt;Others you just want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every challenge you encounter&lt;br /&gt;There's a triumph of many&lt;br /&gt;For every match that closes&lt;br /&gt;There's new matches a plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder on any given day&lt;br /&gt;What it is that we do&lt;br /&gt;I've only a few words tell you&lt;br /&gt;We're busy making dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from one little cubicle way up front&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Know you're making a difference for many&lt;br /&gt;In your own unique and special way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~for my fellow BBBSMB cubicle goers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-916397084596484262?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/916397084596484262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=916397084596484262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/916397084596484262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/916397084596484262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/04/triumph-of-many.html' title='A Triumph of Many'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6936933171722303014</id><published>2007-03-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:50:09.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inbetween</title><content type='html'>You are between the lines in my emails&lt;br /&gt;You are in the face of my coworker&lt;br /&gt;You are in the laughter of a teenager on the T&lt;br /&gt;You are in the peel of every banana I eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in the absence of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Your are in the movies I watch&lt;br /&gt;You are in sporatic moment with the family&lt;br /&gt;You are in the lining of my hunger pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you are not here at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to yell at when you bug me&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to cheer for BYU&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to ask a million annoying questions&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to copy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to tell me how hard life treats you&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to tell me about the girl crush you have&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to ask the mail man to play basketball&lt;br /&gt;You are not here to hug me or kiss me on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the moments you are not here&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all the memories I have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6936933171722303014?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6936933171722303014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6936933171722303014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6936933171722303014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6936933171722303014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/03/inbetween.html' title='inbetween'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-925349530143108606</id><published>2007-03-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:33:57.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daddy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because even at 27 I'm never to old to call you that&lt;br /&gt;Because there's only 8 of us who can&lt;br /&gt;Because just thinking about seeing you makes me feel like a kid at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Because having to say goodbye hurts my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because almost every memory that matters has you in it&lt;br /&gt;Because you set the bar so high&lt;br /&gt;Because I can feel your love and prayers all the way across the USA&lt;br /&gt;Because I said it first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-925349530143108606?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/925349530143108606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=925349530143108606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/925349530143108606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/925349530143108606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/03/daddy.html' title='&quot;Daddy&quot;'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-3538251661757176149</id><published>2007-03-04T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:13:35.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but Ordinary</title><content type='html'>you took the time to listen when I needed it&lt;br /&gt;you set aside whatever you were doing for me&lt;br /&gt;you not only heard me- you actually listened&lt;br /&gt;and in the right moment you talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sent me a text message&lt;br /&gt;it was simple  and on an ordinary day&lt;br /&gt;what you didn't know is that I needed that&lt;br /&gt;It was anything but ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stopped me in the busy hall&lt;br /&gt;you looked me in the eye and spoke&lt;br /&gt;you opened up your heart and began to pour it into mine&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't help but be filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smiled at me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you didn't say a word but you didn't need to&lt;br /&gt;I heard everything you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were talking and talking but not really saying anything&lt;br /&gt;and it was when you stopped that I began to hear&lt;br /&gt;all the words your heart was saying to me&lt;br /&gt;and the silence was beautiful and enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-3538251661757176149?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3538251661757176149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=3538251661757176149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/3538251661757176149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/3538251661757176149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2007/03/anything-but-ordinary.html' title='Anything but Ordinary'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-7780816526362952442</id><published>2007-01-26T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:19:44.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depth Perception</title><content type='html'>To reach depth you have to penetrate the surface&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-7780816526362952442?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7780816526362952442/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-6633228231711425292</id><published>2007-01-19T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:13:56.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Desperation</title><content type='html'>There are those moments&lt;br /&gt;late at night after the day is done&lt;br /&gt;and the world seems to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;but I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those moments&lt;br /&gt;The moments of quiet desperation&lt;br /&gt;My mind seems to wander&lt;br /&gt;and it usual ends up in the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the tears are falling&lt;br /&gt;The knees are pleading&lt;br /&gt;And I long for more than peace&lt;br /&gt;Patience looms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in those moments&lt;br /&gt;that I discover who I truly am&lt;br /&gt;Simple, stark, bare, and open&lt;br /&gt;Like a child without pretense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming gratitude&lt;br /&gt;seems to sweep away unjustified fears&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of confusion and clarity&lt;br /&gt;I am saved by Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-6633228231711425292?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6633228231711425292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=6633228231711425292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6633228231711425292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/6633228231711425292'/><link 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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Inns were filled with people&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Business today would be good&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So turned I many away&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Like any full Inn Keeper would&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And with ne'er a second thought&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I stuck to the task at hand&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then who should appear at my door&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A woman pregnant on a donkey with a man&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I quickly did turn them away&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But looking into her eyes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I listened as the man pleaded&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And ached at his sad cries&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There is no room in my Inn for you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But a stable I have full of hay&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It is not much for you tonight&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But at least it is somewhere to lay&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I showed them to my stable&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wearied they thanked me so&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And walking away I wondered&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What was it they did know&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Had I known the King of Kings&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Would be born in my manger stall&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'd have given my bed, my room to them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'd have given Him my all&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And many have turned Him away&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So caught in their chaos and doom&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They don't recognize the Savior&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For in their hearts there's no room&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So let up open our doors&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our hearts, hands, and eyes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For the magic of Christmas may lie&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In a simple or humble disguise&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;May we each have room in our lives&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;To let the Master in&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And unlike the hasty Inn Keeper&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;May we recognize it's Him&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a poem i wrote years ago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116502034053553808?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116502034053553808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116502034053553808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116502034053553808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116502034053553808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/12/magic-of-christmas.html' title='The Magic of Christmas'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116420520709008958</id><published>2006-11-22T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T06:20:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about  you</title><content type='html'>yes this poem is about you&lt;br /&gt;it's about you because&lt;br /&gt;you always read into my poems&lt;br /&gt;wondering if they are about you&lt;br /&gt;so yes, this one is about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116420520709008958?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116420520709008958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116420520709008958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116420520709008958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116420520709008958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-you.html' title='about  you'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116345163656604166</id><published>2006-11-13T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:00:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Clarity</title><content type='html'>I don't have it and I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;or wandering  aimlessly with direction&lt;br /&gt;second guessing my decisions&lt;br /&gt;doubting my confidence&lt;br /&gt;and wondering where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all broken and I know this&lt;br /&gt;some, more than others, but all&lt;br /&gt;I get glimpses of clarity&lt;br /&gt;followed by depths of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;followed by tender mercies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116345163656604166?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116345163656604166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116345163656604166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116345163656604166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116345163656604166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/11/heavenly-clarity.html' title='Heavenly Clarity'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116344659613407475</id><published>2006-11-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:36:36.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me go</title><content type='html'>I don't need your empty promises&lt;br /&gt;Or your validation&lt;br /&gt;What I need for you to do&lt;br /&gt;Is let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116344659613407475?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116253811870529609</id><published>2006-11-02T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:15:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you least expect Her&lt;br /&gt;Other times you know She's coming&lt;br /&gt;Some get snatched up in Her clutches&lt;br /&gt;Others She leaves behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you'd do anything for Her&lt;br /&gt;Like move across the country or&lt;br /&gt;Finally quit a thankless job to follow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And you realize the power She has on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you want to do is make Her slow down&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a few more moments&lt;br /&gt;You seem to treasure the moments you can control&lt;br /&gt;And ache for the ones that you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes She takes your breath away&lt;br /&gt;And you find faith, hope, and love in people&lt;br /&gt; You never dreamed of knowing before She came along&lt;br /&gt;Then She rears her ugly head and ruins your best laid plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes She requires letting go&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a gaping void in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Other times She demands taking a step&lt;br /&gt;Making it happen or letting it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While She shines on others you may feel left behind&lt;br /&gt;Lost in Her mirage of dancing mirrors&lt;br /&gt;But fear not- She has not forgotten you&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will be singing and dancing in Her parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tip my hat and shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my heart to Her- no fear&lt;br /&gt;Embrace Her, I will, come what may&lt;br /&gt;Together we will find our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116253811870529609?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116253811870529609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116253811870529609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116253811870529609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116253811870529609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116241767501339472</id><published>2006-11-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:47:55.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today in the middle of downtown I stopped&lt;br /&gt;squinting at the streaming sun through ominous buildings&lt;br /&gt; the heat that gently tickled my skin made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard someone say this might be the last of the sun for a while&lt;br /&gt;and laughed a little becuase I had heard that a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;and was grateful it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvled at the contrast of the buiness-suit-money-makers&lt;br /&gt;and the nonprofit-bleeding-heart-save-the-world-goers&lt;br /&gt;and those who are somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; watching people standing outside on their addiction breaks&lt;br /&gt;and walking amidst a crowd of pedestrians hurring somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how hard it would be to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the snow will fall and the wind will blow something fearce&lt;br /&gt; coats, gloves, mittens, and scarves will dance on display&lt;br /&gt;but not this november afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116241767501339472?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116241767501339472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116241767501339472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116241767501339472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116241767501339472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-afternoon.html' title='November Afternoon'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116114062519813826</id><published>2006-10-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:03:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aperture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when my heart is open it seems to bleed life's perfect glimpses&lt;br /&gt;into a blur of emotion&lt;br /&gt;when closed it seems to bring even life's slightest imperfections&lt;br /&gt;into crisp view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me where I can I find the right size for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116114062519813826?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116114062519813826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116114062519813826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116114062519813826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116114062519813826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/10/aperture_17.html' title='aperture'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116114029437425712</id><published>2006-10-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:58:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aperture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder if how open or closed your heart is&lt;br /&gt;determines the picture that others see of you&lt;br /&gt;if you could go back and change the picture&lt;br /&gt;would you have to adjust your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116114029437425712?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/116114029437425712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=116114029437425712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116114029437425712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/116114029437425712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/10/aperture.html' title='aperture'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-116014301476677392</id><published>2006-10-06T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T06:56:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Escape</title><content type='html'>if only i could stop wanting&lt;br /&gt;long enought to  accept&lt;br /&gt;if you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;how much for you i've wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i could move on&lt;br /&gt;but the question is where&lt;br /&gt;is there a place i can escape&lt;br /&gt;that i won't find you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-116014301476677392?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115974602187108146</id><published>2006-10-01T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:40:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>Where are we going&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here&lt;br /&gt;Where did we come from&lt;br /&gt;Questions that I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Declare God's plan&lt;br /&gt;People will listen&lt;br /&gt;They will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is now&lt;br /&gt;Don't be confused&lt;br /&gt;The doctrine will save&lt;br /&gt;But needs to be used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel is truth&lt;br /&gt;Tested and tried&lt;br /&gt;For each Christ suffered&lt;br /&gt;For all He hung and died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choices are crucial&lt;br /&gt;They determine our place&lt;br /&gt;So be steady and constant&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior will save&lt;br /&gt;His plan is the way&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Life is our goal&lt;br /&gt;Home again to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inspired by L. Tom Perry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115974602187108146?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115974602187108146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115974602187108146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115974602187108146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115974602187108146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115974579100155063</id><published>2006-10-01T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:36:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Firm Foundation</title><content type='html'>Constant and steady&lt;br /&gt;Faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting I fear&lt;br /&gt;Impression I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;Search, ponder, and pray&lt;br /&gt;In holy places&lt;br /&gt;Is where I will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's wisdom in service&lt;br /&gt;Joy found in giving&lt;br /&gt;In losing your life&lt;br /&gt;You'll find you are living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inspired by Thomas S. Monson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115974579100155063?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115974579100155063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115974579100155063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115974579100155063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115974579100155063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/10/firm-foundation.html' title='A Firm Foundation'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115867811126194015</id><published>2006-09-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:01:51.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple</title><content type='html'>My favorite color to hear from you is purple&lt;br /&gt;but lately I don't hear that color&lt;br /&gt;I hear bright reds, blacks,  and dingy browns&lt;br /&gt;I feel magenta, soft hughes of grey, and a tich of yellow&lt;br /&gt;Amber blobs and sharp cutting edges of clearness&lt;br /&gt;shooting from you and well I'm not an artist&lt;br /&gt;but I will tell you this...I miss the purple&lt;div 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title='Purple'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115807142082351519</id><published>2006-09-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:30:20.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Fire</title><content type='html'>in its emblazoned heat&lt;br /&gt;every emotion is felt&lt;br /&gt;the feirce cold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;sitting here begins to melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I watch you placing logs&lt;br /&gt;building a teepee of wood&lt;br /&gt;i take a moment to reflect&lt;br /&gt;on all that is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the fire begins to leap&lt;br /&gt;and rears its ugly face&lt;br /&gt;most choose to simply move&lt;br /&gt;i stay rivited in my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i'm enamored by its beauty&lt;br /&gt;i'm enthralled by the light&lt;br /&gt;so captured by its grace&lt;br /&gt;memories stirred by its sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115807142082351519?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115807142082351519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115807142082351519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115807142082351519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115807142082351519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/09/camp-fire.html' title='Camp Fire'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115807082803541428</id><published>2006-09-12T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:20:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>The best laid plans fail&lt;br /&gt;The most sacred memories fade&lt;br /&gt;And even when you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;Towers crumple before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriotism with bind souls&lt;br /&gt;Remebrance will sear hearts together&lt;br /&gt;And even though the world is ugly&lt;br /&gt;Love still conquerors all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115807082803541428?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115807082803541428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115807082803541428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115807082803541428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115807082803541428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115682849910000368</id><published>2006-08-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:14:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The girl who had nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The boy who had everything to give her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But he would soon find out that she already had everything he ever wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Shhh” she says putting her slender finger to her lips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Close your eyes and listen” as she closes her eyes and tilts her head sideways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Listen to wh…” he says enamored as she covers his mouth with her hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;"Shhh. Close your eyes. Yes, tighter...okay now...can you hear the breeze speaking to you?"she whispers so genely tht he wonders if the wind asks him.  He waits for a brief moment but it is as if the silence almost kills him as he throws himself on the ground and begins to make snow angels in the grass laughing.  She looks hurt, as if he has stolen the moment, and begins to pout, just ever so slightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115682849910000368?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115682849910000368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115682849910000368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115682849910000368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115682849910000368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/girl-who-had-nothing-boy-who-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115680115699762806</id><published>2006-08-28T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:39:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Punch Holes</title><content type='html'>Like dandruff on the blue carpet&lt;br /&gt;And you just left them there&lt;br /&gt;I watched them for a while&lt;br /&gt;just sitting there...still...minding their own business&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk over them hour after hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned them to you, but you don't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it any more&lt;br /&gt;So down on my knees I'm picking and picking and...&lt;br /&gt;who gave me this need for neat disease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115680115699762806?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115680115699762806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115680115699762806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115680115699762806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115680115699762806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/paper-punch-holes.html' title='Paper Punch Holes'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115611591943288891</id><published>2006-08-20T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:18:39.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy N. Connor</title><content type='html'>Tim is my surprise.  He was unexpected in my life but greatly needed.  Isn't it strange that until we meet someone we really had no idea how much we needed them in our lives.   I have to say that he has stretched my vision, expanded my horizons, increased my ability to love, and ultimately he has taught me so more about the Atonement than he has any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is a gift.  I didn't pray him into my life, I didn't will it, I didn't even know how much I wanted him to be a part of my life until he was there--in the midst of it.  His ability to go out and make things happen is what I was first attracted to.  His ability to love people--although quitely--astounds me.  He may not let you see it but his heart is bleeding and full of incredible insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  is truly an artist in every detail of his existance.  His eye for beauty and imagery flows through his blood--not just his eyes.  He is passionate about life and living every minute of it and I love that about him.  Timothy is kind, he is gentle, and he is bold, brave, and courageous and I am amazed at  his ability to be all of those at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim has this way of making everyone feel unique and loved individually-even in a crowd.  He is funny, he is creative, he is quiet, he is mysterious, and he is loud.  He is strong but also shows his weakness if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite moments with Timothy are simple heart pictures.  I thank him for letting me in, for letting me love  him, for allowing me to see things through his eyes for the first time.  For being a part of many of my firsts and allowing me to change and stretch with him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy you inspire me and yes, everything does look better wet!--well almost everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115611591943288891?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115611591943288891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115611591943288891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611591943288891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611591943288891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/timothy-n-connor.html' title='Timothy N. Connor'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115611499098871611</id><published>2006-08-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:03:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K. Marie Thompson</title><content type='html'>Marie...how do you even use mere words to describe such a creature.  She is fire flies, and peanut butter--she is oatmeal pies and fresco paintings--she is unicorns and philosophy.  She is all these things and so much more, but I won't even try to describe Marie, just how she inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie has a mind that I would love to dive into for a just a little while and swim around in it.  I think I would find so many amazing ideas, pictures, and thoughts.  I think I only happen to get a few of the ones that seem to spill out involuntary...and I love those.  Sometimes I find myself lying awake at night just trying to imagine seeing the world through Marie's eyes (I have to concentrate really hard and think of the most radom thoughts possible) and every time I try this I get tired and realize that this comes natural to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie's heart is for the taking, but be careful because once she lets you hold it you may never want to give it back.  She is clever, funny, smart, exciting, kind, generous, spontaneous, and a dear friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know very people who write as beautiful as her...and the way she makes me laugh and smile...that alone makes me addicted to her.  Until proven otherwise I have decided that she is my reason for moving to Boston--right or wrong I make that choice because of the impact she has had in my life in the past 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves me, but sometimes I catch myself feeling so blessed that she calls me her friend--for the fact that I don't have to vie for her attention--or convince her to hang out with me.   Besides all her strengths I love her for all that's wrong with her, for her beautiful tears I wish I could catch and punish every reason for them, for her weaknesses, for her brokenness, and for her allowing me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie you are more than enough for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115611499098871611?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115611499098871611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115611499098871611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611499098871611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611499098871611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/k-marie-thompson.html' title='K. Marie Thompson'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115611431678747071</id><published>2006-08-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:29:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth B. Wood</title><content type='html'>There was magical the moment I saw Seth--again after a long time apart.  Some bad feelings, misunderstanding, and hurt has been between us in the past.  When I saw him that all seemed to disappear.  I took a chance, hugged him, and said a quick prayer of forgiveness and humility. In that brief hug I felt all things unkind between us shluf off onto the ground.  I stepped out of the pain and past and from that moment on I have never looked back.  I am so glad that Seth--maybe unknowingly--maybe on purpose, did the same thing.  That day was the beginning of a new amazing friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is truly one great man.  There are so many things to love about him.  His quick wit, his tender heart, his willingness to put everyone to ease, his listening ear, his kindness, and his desire to bring out the best in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth has this way of always making me feel like a princess without condescending.  He inspires beauty in me to come out that I never even knew existed.  He seems to understand hearts more than most--though he will rarely say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is so comfortable to be around, I am amazed at this.  He is manly.  He's a great worker, an amazing friend, he makes me laugh all the time, he is fun, and he is kind.  Seth is multidimensional: meaning he has many sides.  He can be serious and contribute to a real conversation and he can also take you on a ride out to a park in the wee hours of the morning, jump the fence (illegally) and sit beside me to watch the docked sailboats rock in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is hot...or handsome...or whatever you want to call it.  He has a demeaner that is comanding, yet gentle.  He is aware of his surrounds and has kigatsuku...one of the things I love most about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to my Sethy know that you are part of the reason I love Boston so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115611431678747071?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115611431678747071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115611431678747071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611431678747071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611431678747071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/seth-b-wood.html' title='Seth B. Wood'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115611053590009446</id><published>2006-08-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:29:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie S. Hulet</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it happened but Julie just stole my heart from the moment I met her.  I should have been on my guard, I should have been suspicious, and I should have been anything  except what I was and what happened when I met her...truly I was compelled to love her.  That's just one of the things that I love about Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie has a smile that melts your heart-no matter what is going on in your life.  She has a voice that I could listen to forever (and that's saying a LOT).  She is so easy to be with.  There are times when I'm with her that I wish she could just hear what I'm thinking because to say the words just ruins the moment and they just seem to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is beautiful-yes on the outside and such, but the beauty that i'm talking about goes way beyond what you see at face value.  She has a bleeding heart and a laugh that almost makes her seem like cotton candy  or and ice cream cone on a summer day. She is dripping with kindness and I happen to be a recipient of that kindness all to often.  For that I truly am indebted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's honesty is striking and may be one of the things I love the most about her.  She is true blue through and through.  She can be a vault or she can show her brokenness-and in both I have been privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Ju-Ju-Bee and I don't know why I am so blessed to have her love but I'll take it as long as she will let me.  Julie is spontaneous, irrational, quirky, and sometimes so silly I don't know what to do with her---and those are the times I can't stand to be away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my Julie, I love you and you are changing my life one heart picture at a time.  thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115611053590009446?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115611053590009446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115611053590009446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611053590009446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115611053590009446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/julie-s-hulet.html' title='Julie S. Hulet'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115594635439180179</id><published>2006-08-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:03:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Wings</title><content type='html'>Stomping around in glass slippers&lt;br /&gt;Where sideways sidewalks are found&lt;br /&gt;The Nothing rumbles through&lt;br /&gt;Alice's hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow the Yellow Brick Road&lt;br /&gt;And find The Last Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Who leads me to Tom's white fence&lt;br /&gt;Where Little Boy Blue blows his horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a camel walk through the eye&lt;br /&gt;I take flight on paper wings&lt;br /&gt;But get stuck in Wonka's small hallway&lt;br /&gt;Listening as the Siren sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mesmerized by Medusa's beauty&lt;br /&gt;The Beast's petals begin to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I stumble upon Romeo and Sir Lancelot&lt;br /&gt;Duling for the Fairest of Them All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance I meet the Jabberwok&lt;br /&gt;Who introduces me to King Kong&lt;br /&gt;They teach me how to write&lt;br /&gt;But that turns out all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try Sam's Green Eggs and Ham&lt;br /&gt;But don't like them very much&lt;br /&gt;I behold the naked Emperor&lt;br /&gt;but  just miss his Midas Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make sure to avoid The Wild Things&lt;br /&gt;And jump on the Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder, I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;That my life is a complete mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115594635439180179?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115594635439180179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115594635439180179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115594635439180179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115594635439180179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/paper-wings.html' title='Paper Wings'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115594586675834404</id><published>2006-08-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:13:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><content type='html'>We like to place blame&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's merrited&lt;br /&gt;Most times it's not&lt;br /&gt;We blame others for things we ought to do&lt;br /&gt;And We blame for things we didn't do&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in all these years I never blamed the River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115594586675834404?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115594586675834404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115594586675834404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115594586675834404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115594586675834404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/river.html' title='The River'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115549676120885662</id><published>2006-08-13T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:19:21.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fire</title><content type='html'>Gas lit lamps hung just above my head&lt;br /&gt;The heat of the fires blowing in my face&lt;br /&gt;Weaving in and out of  multitudes if people&lt;br /&gt;Being drawn to the sound of a saxaphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisperings of a wind flute in the air&lt;br /&gt;And we are following the river winding&lt;br /&gt;Excitement is all around, but I feel safe&lt;br /&gt;Because you are both with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jazz music sings to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Salsa dancing with you takes away a bit of my fear&lt;br /&gt;And Providence you truly amaze me&lt;br /&gt;By the magesty that you behold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115549676120885662?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115549676120885662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115549676120885662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115549676120885662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115549676120885662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/water-fire.html' title='Water Fire'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115513143593171169</id><published>2006-08-09T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:50:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant Tears</title><content type='html'>I was on the bed and made no attempt to move&lt;br /&gt;So you flopped yourself down next to me&lt;br /&gt;We talked of superflous things-at first&lt;br /&gt;Then you let me speak to you raw&lt;br /&gt;Tears began to fall unmentioned&lt;br /&gt;Followed later by my reluctant tears&lt;br /&gt;Hearts exchanged sorrows unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment silence spoke a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;I let you into my brokeness&lt;br /&gt;And now we can never be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115513143593171169?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115513143593171169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115513143593171169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115513143593171169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115513143593171169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/reluctant-tears.html' title='Reluctant Tears'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115513021576664915</id><published>2006-08-09T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:30:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Kiss</title><content type='html'>talking with you comes so freely&lt;br /&gt;i am amazed at what i learn&lt;br /&gt;and how easy it is to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am aware when you let down your gaurd&lt;br /&gt;and I know that just for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;your eyes will speak the passion of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;you are changing and growing&lt;br /&gt;how lucky am i to be a part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe when i'm near you&lt;br /&gt;and when I leave you are gentle&lt;br /&gt;a sweet kiss on the forehead-my favorite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115513021576664915?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115513021576664915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115513021576664915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115513021576664915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115513021576664915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweet-kiss.html' title='A Sweet Kiss'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115489421225053520</id><published>2006-08-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:56:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waist deep I stand next to you&lt;br /&gt;And there is comfort in this&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I feel peace I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk comes easy with you&lt;br /&gt;As the temperature subdues&lt;br /&gt;And I'm grateful you're with me&lt;br /&gt;That your heart-to me- speaks truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange our friendship started&lt;br /&gt;It was doomed from the first&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thankful for your love&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the best with the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to many more adventures to come&lt;br /&gt;Crazy laughs and that elusive sunset&lt;br /&gt;The quiet moments when nothing is said&lt;br /&gt;and every moment I am glad we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115489421225053520?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115489421225053520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115489421225053520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489421225053520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489421225053520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/singing-beach.html' title='Singing Beach'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115489219371353060</id><published>2006-08-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T06:23:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures in the Clouds</title><content type='html'>Laying on my back next to you&lt;br /&gt;The sun kissing my skin&lt;br /&gt;The sky stretches my vision&lt;br /&gt;And so does the ocean&lt;br /&gt;The light house stands daunting&lt;br /&gt;A moment of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out playing or resting or both&lt;br /&gt;The waves lap the shore just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;and just for a moment everything is as it should be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115489219371353060?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115489219371353060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115489219371353060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489219371353060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489219371353060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures-in-clouds.html' title='Pictures in the Clouds'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115489137134551694</id><published>2006-08-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:09:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You with your will for speed&lt;br /&gt;Your winding windy roads&lt;br /&gt;Your open meadows with Weeping Willows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you truly are wonderful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115489137134551694?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115489137134551694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115489137134551694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489137134551694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115489137134551694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-with-your-will-for-speed-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115455916351256962</id><published>2006-08-02T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:52:43.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More ++</title><content type='html'>It was an ordinary ride on the T&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought&lt;br /&gt;The curly-haired little girl seemed very happy&lt;br /&gt;And I think her nanny had just about had it&lt;br /&gt;It was hot and she was tired&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to stare but they were right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl kept smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;She made lots of grunting noise, like little kids often do&lt;br /&gt;But then she did something that completely melted my heart&lt;br /&gt;She started to sign "more"&lt;br /&gt;her two hand touching each other fingers gathered together&lt;br /&gt;"more"&lt;br /&gt;So simple and to most onlookers it was just a gesture&lt;br /&gt;But I understood her communication&lt;br /&gt;Her nanny reached for the raisins and gave them to the little girl&lt;br /&gt;"more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115455916351256962?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115455916351256962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115455916351256962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115455916351256962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115455916351256962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/more.html' title='More ++'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115454228125475849</id><published>2006-08-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:14:49.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I laid out my memories of the past 6 months in a line side by side&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there would be many without you&lt;br /&gt;And even those memories are in some way connected to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to wonder if you are my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stacked every email written sinc Jan. one on top of the other&lt;br /&gt;Not very many of them exclude you&lt;br /&gt;And the ones that do I seem to send to you anyway&lt;br /&gt;And so maybe you willed me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I do recall I prayed for a refuge-a haven of sorts out East&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere for me to recover, to get healthy, and to heal&lt;br /&gt;And though I was looking for a place&lt;br /&gt;you may well be my answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started to count my many blessing and you kept popping up&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried to think of other things and people&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be entangled in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115454228125475849?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115454228125475849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115454228125475849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115454228125475849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115454228125475849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115454064711952035</id><published>2006-08-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:44:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>I know your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the slightest clue&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I have empathy&lt;br /&gt;But my sympathy I give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have every right to suffer&lt;br /&gt;You won't be the first nor last&lt;br /&gt;Love has a way of digging up&lt;br /&gt;The memories from our past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the love I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Can help to mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me know where I begin&lt;br /&gt;Help me know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32076440-115454064711952035?l=heart-pictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/feeds/115454064711952035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32076440&amp;postID=115454064711952035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115454064711952035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32076440/posts/default/115454064711952035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-pictures.blogspot.com/2006/08/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526308947843754228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiXjiRo2NYo/TlAx1x4VKuI/AAAAAAAAEBc/3DPcu4F4bbs/s220/IMG_8288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32076440.post-115453950408702093</id><published>2006-08-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:25:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Pictures: The 411</title><content type='html'>I started writing heart pictures about the time I graduated from HS. I have always loved poetry and writing poems but I discovered that I didn't write about things that most poets wrote about. Most poems are about love, death, romance etc.  I was always enamored by life, the ordinary moment and the extraordinary ones.  The times in your life when you heart takes a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I began my journey.  In college I was studying  English  with a creative writing  emphasis so I decided to use my heartpictures as a way to improve my poetry skills and my improv writing.  I would write a poem every monday.  This poem would not be thought of ahead of time or be one that I had previously written.  No, I would write this poem off the top of my head.  Now sometimes they turned out wonderful but other times they were a big flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a lot of support and encouragement many of my heartpictures ended up being published in poetry books, magazines, and in various other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my move and a little bit of being able to settle down I think I have found a new home for my heartpictures.  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