<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709</id><updated>2009-11-11T03:56:52.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[reluctantly]beloved</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-3015723432495637805</id><published>2009-02-07T14:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:02:25.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanish</title><content type='html'>There is something here&lt;br /&gt;Something about freedom&lt;br /&gt;To see where I was&lt;br /&gt;And what I am walking into&lt;br /&gt;And to see all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;To know that it is not of me&lt;br /&gt;To know that I could not have done this&lt;br /&gt;And to know that everything&lt;br /&gt;That is drawn out of me&lt;br /&gt;Is burned and refined&lt;br /&gt;Not for me,&lt;br /&gt;But for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-3015723432495637805?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3015723432495637805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=3015723432495637805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3015723432495637805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3015723432495637805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-to-say-it.html' title='Vanish'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5748360640919219828</id><published>2008-12-30T14:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:41:53.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you dead?</title><content type='html'>I was 15 when I first cut myself with a kitchen knife. I was 13 the first time I decided not to eat anymore. It was a gradual process. The road to self-injury was long and subtle, as most roads to bondage are. In order to justify my actions, I went in search of every medical and testimonial resource I could find about such things. All I could find was the recurring thought that I was abnormal and the psychological promise that I would never recover from this mentality of self abuse. Fellow cutters told me that I would always struggle with the urge to harm myself-- that one never fully recovers, and the temptation will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the truth, and listen closely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE NOT CREATED TO COPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make a suggestion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we were created to be healthy, happy individuals?&lt;br /&gt;What if the way we have been treated, or the way we have treated ourselves has distorted that original intent?&lt;br /&gt;What if we have submitted to a voice-- no, an enemy-- that tells us (in our own voice) that we need to feel pain, That there is something within ourselves that haunts us and presses outward and begs us to tear ourselves open just so it can be free, something that tells us that the only way to silence our own minds is to harm our physical bodies.&lt;br /&gt;What if this same enemy is the one that tells us that we can never be rid of this harm?&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you... you can be free of this?&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you that it isn't YOUR blood that will save you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you willing to die for? SIMPLY "NOT LIVING" IS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will state today... I will declare it to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have nothing to live for if you live as though you were dead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-5748360640919219828?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5748360640919219828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=5748360640919219828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5748360640919219828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5748360640919219828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-dead.html' title='Are you dead?'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5758750422976579276</id><published>2008-12-09T01:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:36:00.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink'n'Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O LORD God Almighty, who is like you? You are mighty, O LORD, and your faithfulness surrounds you.&lt;span id="en-NIV-15336" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You rule over the surging sea; when its waves mount up, you still them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 89:8&amp;amp;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29236" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ephesians 2:21&amp;amp;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05537287064477739 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Kgxx8SWBuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Kgxx8SWBuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Kgxx8SWBuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-5758750422976579276?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5758750422976579276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=5758750422976579276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5758750422976579276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5758750422976579276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinknswim.html' title='Sink&apos;n&apos;Swim'/><author><name>Jessica R. 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For he says,&lt;br /&gt;  "In the time of my favor I heard you,&lt;br /&gt;     and in the day of salvation I helped you." I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation. We put no stumbling block in anyone's path, so that our ministry will not be discredited. Rather, as servants of God we commend ourselves in every way: in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger; in purity, understanding, patience and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonor, bad report and good report; genuine, yet regarded as impostors; known, yet regarded as unknown; dying, and yet we live on; beaten, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.george-macdonald.com/"&gt;George MacDonald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pemberley.com/"&gt;The Republic of Pemberly (Jane Austen Society)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brennanmanning.com/index.html"&gt;Brennan Manning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;COLOR - CONTRAST - PATTERN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPWw_8qKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wk-hMzfUIBg/s1600-h/z61887645.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPWw_8qKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wk-hMzfUIBg/s320/z61887645.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238688412835031202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPWiks_yI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ht30SLVwqhY/s1600-h/z6473161.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPWiks_yI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ht30SLVwqhY/s320/z6473161.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238688408962662178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPW_jipqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dJTxAHTfruU/s1600-h/z23846246.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPW_jipqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dJTxAHTfruU/s320/z23846246.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238688416742418082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandrevivaldesign.typepad.com/"&gt;Grand Revival Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinspirationgallery.com/wallpaper/damask/wp_damask01.htm"&gt;Damask Wallpaper Patterns @ The Inspiration Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://susanconnordesign.typepad.com/heysusy/"&gt;heysusy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5036473"&gt;Kelly A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giladbenari.com/"&gt;Gilad Benari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-8959764237508388504?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8959764237508388504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=8959764237508388504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/8959764237508388504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/8959764237508388504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiration-volume-1.html' title='inspiration volume 1'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SLOPWw_8qKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wk-hMzfUIBg/s72-c/z61887645.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-6061625095921278474</id><published>2008-08-15T01:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:33:00.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sucker for a beautiful skyscape (and other pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQgdOJMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wj6ZlyOEywY/s1600-h/.noname3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQgdOJMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wj6ZlyOEywY/s320/.noname3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234626709362189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQMSjORI/AAAAAAAAALw/0bwRp9MZdG8/s1600-h/.noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQMSjORI/AAAAAAAAALw/0bwRp9MZdG8/s320/.noname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234626703948724498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQe0W1lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/N-qzWdACxgc/s1600-h/.noname2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQe0W1lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/N-qzWdACxgc/s320/.noname2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234626708922357330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQaHRVII/AAAAAAAAAL4/K1kcZYSFt4M/s1600-h/.noname1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQaHRVII/AAAAAAAAAL4/K1kcZYSFt4M/s320/.noname1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234626707659510914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUiRFvo8MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_PBIUTnQLaQ/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUiRFvo8MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_PBIUTnQLaQ/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234627818883182786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-6061625095921278474?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6061625095921278474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=6061625095921278474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/6061625095921278474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/6061625095921278474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sucker-for-beautiful-skyscape-and.html' title='I&apos;m a sucker for a beautiful skyscape (and other pictures)'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SKUhQgdOJMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wj6ZlyOEywY/s72-c/.noname3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-3993631957186309429</id><published>2008-07-26T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:30:59.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things remind me of being a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B-O-U-N-D&lt;/span&gt; bound,&lt;br /&gt;by the name of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J-E-S-U-S&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V-I-C-T-O-R-Y&lt;/span&gt;, I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F-R-Double-E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, I call upon You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because You look so very strong,&lt;br /&gt;through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C-H-R-I-S-T&lt;/span&gt;, through&lt;br /&gt;Christ we are bound to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah to the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hallelujah, I am saved!&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ we are bound to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[the o.c. supertones]&lt;/span&gt;&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/20185709-3993631957186309429?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3993631957186309429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=3993631957186309429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3993631957186309429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3993631957186309429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-remind-me-of-being-kid.html' title='Some things remind me of being a kid'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5321259437909387354</id><published>2008-07-19T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:18:56.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boylessness Alumna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've found that people shy away from the idea of God speaking to us humans. I'm sure I used to be one of them. The ideas of visions or dreams or even just prophetic words being spoken into someone's life are all new to me. I can't say that I've been operating under the assumption that these things were active and valid in my own life for more than a year and a half. It is amazing, however, to see these words, dreams, and visions being confirmed in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would write about this now, so that the next time you hear about me, it won't be an engagement announcement. See, about a year ago, God told me that He was going to prepare me for marriage. It's strange... when you receive a word like that so clearly and so directly, it's almost as though you feel like you have to question it-- like you have to throw a fleece out just to make sure you heard Him right. I threw the fleece out a lot. I spent a lot of time asking who my future husband was, rather than becoming the future wife he would need. Finally, just before classes started in January, I realized that God was not going to oblige me in answering my question of "Who is he?" so I decided to change my prayers that sought my future husband's identity into prayers that sought out my future ministry. It was at that moment (yes.. &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt;, not time, but at that very moment) that God told me that I would know who my future husband was &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; my future ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took hold of that promise and set out to explore the possibilities of my ministry. I was co-leading a small church with my brother at the time, and my campus was weighing heavy on my heart. All I could do was pray and seek. After about a month and a half, I knew there were only two options for my future husband and I was praying fervently that it was NOT one of the specific men placed before me, and I was very open to the other option. In my heart, I think I knew who it was. God was giving me confirmation. I received a vision, my sister had received a dream concerning one of these two men, my family was confirming things through their discernment, but still I was hesitant. I began to pray that God would show me three things: His timing, confirmation from this man, and my part in the situation. I fell into the habit of submitting the situation to God daily. My faith was strong in God's promises, and I could feel myself being prepared for a Godly marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there were a lot of things that held me in bondage. Because of past experiences with guys, Satan was able to feed me the magnificent lie that I would never actually be able to 1) correctly interpret signals from guys or 2)  correctly discern words from God. Even when he would wait for me after class everyday, or when he started coming over every Tuesday and bringing me ice cream (my favorite!-- no chocolate... don't want a migraine), or when he randomly picked me a flower, or when he started calling me everyday, I still couldn't quite accept the fact that maybe this guy was falling for me. Maybe, just maybe, God was taking His time so that He could romance me along side this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set up a time line for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2007: I thought I was going to be a nun. Seriously. My face is photo shopped into a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2007: God spoke to me about preparation for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2007: My brother tells me his buddy, Mark is coming to church that evening. I jokingly ask "Is he my future husband?" Christopher responds with "He could be." I meet Mark. He's cute. I'm impressed. He's out of my league... like whoah. Out of my league = Off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2008: I decide to pursue my future ministry instead of my future husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2008: My first real conversation with Mark. I find a kindred spirit. He's still cute, and still out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2008: He starts waiting for me after class. We start to contemplate a ministry together on our campus. I found someone with the same heartbeat as my own. God confirms my desires and discernment with a shooting star and a dentist appointment. I want to guard my heart, but find myself asking "What if he doesn't like meeeeeee?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2008: I spend a week in Kansas with the boy. I am tormented by this. Our marriage is prophesied over. That's all, really. I'm still asking "What if he doesn't like meeeeeee?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2008: He starts praying with me twice a week and bringing me ice cream. He picks me a flower and sends me an e-mail about my character being that of a noble wife. What on earth do I do with that?! I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; asking "What if he doesn't like meeeeeee?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2008: It all comes out in the open. One Thursday morning in my living room, he admitted his affection for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2008:  A week and a half later, he told me that he had made a commitment to God to pursue marriage with me. The next day, I found out that God had spoken to him at the beginning of the year to tell him that I am his future wife. We press onward toward marriage and our future ministry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say? A LOT. I'm going to write a book.&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/20185709-5321259437909387354?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5321259437909387354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=5321259437909387354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5321259437909387354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5321259437909387354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/boylessness-alumna.html' title='Boylessness Alumna'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-2244721251816800542</id><published>2008-07-14T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:40:01.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Before Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Saturday, while I was at work, a customer bought her daughter a little stuffed dog that came with candy shaped as dog bones.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looked at the candies and said, "These are doggie bones!!"&lt;br /&gt;The mom replied, "No they aren't! They're little girl bones!"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Somethingmoresophisticated"&gt;SomethingMoreSophisticated&lt;/a&gt; (4/24/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-2244721251816800542?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2244721251816800542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=2244721251816800542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2244721251816800542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2244721251816800542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking-before-talking.html' title='Thinking Before Talking'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-4376442981838301167</id><published>2008-07-03T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:51:21.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>If it isn't too weird to say (or, I suppose even if it is), I am quite in love with &lt;a href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.18936445.jpg"&gt;this purse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he never thought he'd find competition with a handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... he might definitely possibly have some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-4376442981838301167?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4376442981838301167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=4376442981838301167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/4376442981838301167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/4376442981838301167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-7209075813359714042</id><published>2008-07-03T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:19:12.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance on an Index Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only I could touch Your robe&lt;br /&gt;And all Your glory could introduce itself to my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would be an instant romancing&lt;br /&gt;Your love would beckon me to trust&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart would decline&lt;br /&gt;Until You make Your proposal to my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I run out of reasons to say no&lt;br /&gt;Then You would take me in Your arms and&lt;br /&gt;Dance me across this place I call home&lt;br /&gt;In a split second, You could heal me&lt;br /&gt;And watch all my fears fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[[He looks at me in a way I know I do not deserve. It's just like You. You have given me this gift, and present it continually while I look for every reason that it might not last... or every reason why I don't deserve it. Is it really like You said? Your promises are free for me to claim. You offer them daily. You place them before me. You hand them directly to my heart.]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bring me into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your holiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Kingdom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your righteousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My freedom"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[jennifer.knapp]&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/20185709-7209075813359714042?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7209075813359714042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=7209075813359714042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/7209075813359714042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/7209075813359714042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/07/romance-on-index-card.html' title='Romance on an Index Card'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-2828887967357003129</id><published>2008-06-25T15:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:06:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kingdom of God</title><content type='html'>(Exodus 19:6) Our obedience sets us apart as the Kingdom of God. God's deliverance is what brought us here and gave us the right to see the Kingdom built up around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Chronicles 29:11) The Kingdom Experiences we have are gifts given to us to help us realize our place before God. They are given to us so that we can offer them back to God in praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 45:6) The Kingdom of God is brought forth not only by our representation of God's grace and compassion, but by our representations of His justice and sacrifice, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel 4:3) God's Kingdom is eternal and immaterial. We cannot measure it, we can only experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of God is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God's will being done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God's glory being proclaimed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God's character being displayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[[ Still not finished! ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-2828887967357003129?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2828887967357003129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=2828887967357003129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2828887967357003129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2828887967357003129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/kingdom-of-god.html' title='The Kingdom of God'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-9086624820990174227</id><published>2008-06-24T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:32:48.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think about the waves of time and how they roll across my shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinkin' no clock is gonna get the best of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minutes threaten through the years to carve wrinkles with my tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the face with straining eyes to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're looking for the peace that passes all understanding, in a world crazed with fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that I am much too demanding to want a better place than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'll go unto visions the prophets gave to me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll dream of Heaven, the promise in which I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside are dogs and scoffers, well they mock my very soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They try to steal the Joy of that promise I own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I will not be shaken from the rock that cleaves to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've searched the world and found there's one thing I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the peace that passes all understanding, in a world crazed with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; They say that I am much too demanding to want a better place than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'll go unto visions the prophets gave to me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll dream of Heaven, the promise in which I believe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was made by the Father, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sealed by the blood, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the promise of Spirit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my victory is won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't no lion catch me sleepin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not on the darkest night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I say the same for you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh can you hear him creeping, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh he's got you in his sights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, what are we to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the world is my Jordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday I'm gonna cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't no one gonna look and say this soul is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'll do my best, try to tell all the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the lion roars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna hide behind the cross&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it's the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace that passes all understanding, in a world crazed with fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that I am much too demanding to want a better place than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'll go unto visions the prophets gave to me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll dream of Heaven, the promise in which I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jennifer Knapp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[tomorrow, i think i might blog about the Kingdom of God and everything God's been speaking to me about it. for now, i'm going to go watch food network and HGTV...]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-9086624820990174227?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9086624820990174227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=9086624820990174227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9086624820990174227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9086624820990174227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/visions.html' title='Visions'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-3924882685123941838</id><published>2008-06-17T14:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:08:47.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctantly Beloved : The Book</title><content type='html'>Here are some sample pages from the book I'm working on. I can't promise that they will look just like this when the book is finished, but you'll get the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212942946426327186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="463" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SFgX_YwekJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VA-8MFssngY/s400/breakers1.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212943334218796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 508px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="413" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SFgYV9ZaDWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JKLck061aag/s400/Psalm139-1.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212943974234278658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 428px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="423" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SFgY7No_SwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yvnv4MKEKaw/s400/fixedonhome1.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-3924882685123941838?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3924882685123941838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=3924882685123941838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3924882685123941838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3924882685123941838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/reluctantly-beloved-book.html' title='Reluctantly Beloved : The Book'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SFgX_YwekJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VA-8MFssngY/s72-c/breakers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-3044632762072277730</id><published>2008-06-16T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:58:28.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My eyes fear to close&lt;br /&gt;This reckless letting go is hard to bare&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of what I need,&lt;br /&gt;Still I cling to what I see&lt;br /&gt;And what have I there?&lt;br /&gt;I bred my own disaster,&lt;br /&gt;Who have I to blame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I need is waiting to be fanned to flame."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jennifer knapp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jesus knows how grateful I am that He has given me such an incredible mirror-image reminder of Him in human form. It is amazing to me how clearly a person can reflect the character of God when they are teachable and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transparent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside-- I'm praying for a gentle, quiet spirit. I don't think I'm quite there yet, but I can feel God working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am beginning a new book project. Since venturing into a new, purer form of ministry, God has impressed upon my heart the need for Spirit-led writing. I was actually becoming frustrated that He was not allowing me to write for so long, but today I think He released me and gave me a task bigger than I really would have liked. Be on the look out for it, I'll keep you updated. The tenative title is "Reluctantly Beloved", and I think it will probably include much more than just words (meaning graphic arts, photography, an maybe sketching... all things that I have not even thought about doing in a very, very long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope God made me talented enough, not just driven enough. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-3044632762072277730?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3044632762072277730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=3044632762072277730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3044632762072277730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/3044632762072277730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-eyes-fear-to-close-this-reckless.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5045243794714737357</id><published>2008-06-13T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:33:41.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from Music and Marriage talk</title><content type='html'>Over at the &lt;a href="http://www.shaungroves.com/shlog"&gt;Shlog&lt;/a&gt;, Shaun Groves has got a good conversation going about the impact of the Millennial Generation on the Church. &lt;a href="http://www.shaungroves.com/shlog/comments/millennials/"&gt;Go check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-5045243794714737357?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5045243794714737357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=5045243794714737357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5045243794714737357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5045243794714737357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/break-from-music-and-marriage-talk.html' title='A break from Music and Marriage talk'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-9038846333727117917</id><published>2008-06-12T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:03:34.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm falling in love with this song, especially the last verse. For realz. With a "z".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talkin' 'bout soccer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how every man's just the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made speculation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the who's and the when's of our futures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how everyone's lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still we just couldn't complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how we just hate being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could I have missed my only chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm just wasting my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By looking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know I know better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna worry 'bout nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if the birds and the flowers survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I'll make it okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm given a chance and a rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see which one breaks a window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See which one keeps me up all night and into the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm so scared of being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I forget what house I live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not my job to wait by the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for her to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well this day's been crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everything's happened on schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the rain and the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the drink that I spilled on my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause You knew how You'd save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before I fell dead in the garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You knew this day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;long before You made me out of dirt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You know the plans that You have for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And You can't plan the end and not plan the means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I suppose I just need some peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to get me to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caedmon's call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-9038846333727117917?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9038846333727117917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=9038846333727117917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9038846333727117917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9038846333727117917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/table-for-two.html' title='Table for Two'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5837645827552135763</id><published>2008-06-03T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:31:57.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer + icecream = the way to The Jessicanator's heart.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Who would have guessed what a few days would bring forth? How can God work His will in me if I am clogged with wishes of my own? Thy will be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certainly in a state! "Clogged with wishes." I was wishing that my wishes were what God wished, and if my wishes were not what God wished, I wished that I could wish that my own wishes would go away, but the wishes were still there." - Elisabeth Elliot, "Passion and Purity"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-5837645827552135763?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5837645827552135763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=5837645827552135763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5837645827552135763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/5837645827552135763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-icecream-way-to-jessicanators.html' title='prayer + icecream = the way to The Jessicanator&apos;s heart.'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-9138479753524545064</id><published>2008-05-23T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:08:19.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My theme song right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turn Your eyes from on this way. I have proved to live a dastardly day-- I hid my face from the saints and the angels who sing of Your glory. What You had in mind-- my weakness shines. Show me grace-- A little more than I can give, a little more than I deserve. Unearth this holiness I can't earn. It's a little more than I can give, a little more than I deserve. For all the sin that lives in me, it took a nail to set me free still, what I do I don't want to do and so goes the story. What You had in mind... What we seek we'll find, shine, show me grace. With all this motivation, I still find a hesitation deep in my soul. Despite all my demanding, I still find You understanding. Show me grace show me grace I know is... A little more than I can give, a little more than I deserve. Unearth this holiness I can't earn. It's a little more than I can give, a little more than I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jennifer knapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melodic.net/img6/plusoneexxoduasdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="194" alt="" src="http://www.melodic.net/img6/plusoneexxoduasdas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just bought Plus One's CD, Exodus... I think it might become one of my favorites. I know that when the name, Plus One is spoken, people automatically think of white plastic egg chairs and the song, "Written on My Heart", but let me say-- &lt;strong&gt;THIS  CD  IS  WAY  COOLER  THAN  THAT&lt;/strong&gt;. I much prefer the indie, Beatles-esque rock of this record to the boy band pop. I really dig their rendition of "Here I am to Worship." The CD is an excellent transition to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/castledoormusic"&gt;Castledoor&lt;/a&gt;-- another one of my favorite bands. There are some definitely fantastic songs on this CD that reflect on deliverance and gratitude for God's redemption. JUST what I needed. The fact that the CD was produced by Peter Furler of the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=92459748"&gt;Newsboys&lt;/a&gt; doesn't hurt, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-9138479753524545064?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9138479753524545064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=9138479753524545064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9138479753524545064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/9138479753524545064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-theme-song-right-now.html' title='My theme song right now'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-8663685336839761650</id><published>2008-05-22T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:03:14.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Month Story... abridged.</title><content type='html'>Where I was 4 months ago in regards to God's plans for Me+Marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shortyblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/img_0716a-border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" height="358" alt="" src="http://shortyblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/img_0716a-border.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What God has transformed me into since then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~larvalbugbio/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://home.att.net/~larvalbugbio/daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What God has been telling me to do for the past few months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceful.reikisanctum.com/images/watering%20flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="205" alt="" src="http://peaceful.reikisanctum.com/images/watering%20flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful gift that accompanied this transformation and my own obedience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamingpottery.co.nz/images/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://dreamingpottery.co.nz/images/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current desired reaction to this gracious gift from God....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnsondiversey.com/NR/rdonlyres/EAC13618-3BA8-4440-BD16-3661FDFBC89F/0/RaidTriple.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="161" alt="" src="http://www.johnsondiversey.com/NR/rdonlyres/EAC13618-3BA8-4440-BD16-3661FDFBC89F/0/RaidTriple.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/20185709-8663685336839761650?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8663685336839761650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=8663685336839761650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/8663685336839761650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/8663685336839761650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-month-story-abridged.html' title='The Four Month Story... abridged.'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-6160142019236445777</id><published>2008-05-14T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:28:16.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad that God doesn't have to obey me.</title><content type='html'>Ink makes my skin itch. I used to use red pens to mark up my arms whenever I would feel like cutting, and the skin around the red marks would get, well, red and itchy. Now, I reserve the act of writing on myself for only incredibly important reminders. As I sit here, listening to one of my favorite Christian musical artists (Jennifer Knapp), I am being renewed. I am being reminded of one of the most essential foundations of the Christian walk-- one I have not been so quick to remember as of late. One that counteracts everything that I've been struggling with lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, even though most people wouldn't believe it, I care greatly about how people view me. I have a lot of rules concerning the way in which I should live, how my ministry should be carried out, and how I fit into the elements of life around me. I should emphasize that these are &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; rules. No one gave them to me, no one told me to have them, and no one ever told me that I had to keep them. Lately, God's been breaking my rules. He's been telling me to stop caring how people see me, and to start living as though I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that the Living God is inside of me... because the truth is, Jessica cannot make Jessica a great leader-- only Christ can. I don't think that my sin is in an inflated ego, because I know that I cannot be a great leader. My sin is in forgetting that Christ works through me to make my ministry so much greater than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have written on my hand, "The All-Consuming Fire BURNS IN ME"-- to serve as a reminder of where my strength to lead really comes from. Thank you, Jennifer Knapp, for writing this song in 1999 so that I could hear it 9 years later and finally get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here and question why my God loves me&lt;br /&gt;though i have never done a good thing, or a righteous deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and though i'm rich, i claim that i'm poor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying over earthly things i know i can't afford but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He who died is greater than these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be thankful, praying on my knees crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;o, my King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;the Great I Am, Jehovah Jireh&lt;br /&gt;who cares for me&lt;br /&gt;the Holy One, the Holy Father of the Blessed Trinity&lt;br /&gt;All Consuming Fire burn in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i never claimed to be anymore than i am&lt;br /&gt;any more than i seem&lt;br /&gt;in fact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bill myself so much less than i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much less than He sees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so may i hold out with an open hand&lt;br /&gt;this frail life of mine and pray that You can make it stand&lt;br /&gt;most Holy God it's all i need to say that i'm thankful&lt;br /&gt;i can believe in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;o, my King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;the Great I Am, Jehovah Jireh&lt;br /&gt;who cares for me&lt;br /&gt;the Holy One, the Holy Father of the Blessed Trinity&lt;br /&gt;All Consuming Fire burn in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-6160142019236445777?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6160142019236445777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=6160142019236445777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/6160142019236445777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/6160142019236445777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-glad-that-god-doesnt-have-to-obey-me.html' title='I&apos;m glad that God doesn&apos;t have to obey me.'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-2033384554409719084</id><published>2008-05-11T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:40:20.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Durn Trees</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good at being the Jessicanator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at preaching the theology of waiting at the foot of Christ. I'm good at telling others how much of a blessing it is to see promises fulfilled by God. I'm good at telling others that it is exciting to see God's hand unfold every new thing and work out every variable. I am good at guarding my heart. I am good at knowing what I should be doing. I am good at carrying myself with some measure of grace and composure. I am good at not liking ooshy-gooshy romance movies. I am good at appreciating the art of flying solo. I am good at mentoring others in the way of the "Boylessness Movement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are somethings that I am not so good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at waiting. I am not good at looking into a pair of striking blue eyes and ignoring their intentions. I am not good at &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being a girl. I am apperantly not good at reading a text message written in Yoda-speak without having to stifle a giggle or squelch a smile. I am not good at appreciating God's timing. I am not even good at recognizing it. I am not good at seeing the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am very good at inspecting those trees.....&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://math.hws.edu/eck/cs324/s04/lab4/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://math.hws.edu/eck/cs324/s04/lab4/trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-2033384554409719084?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2033384554409719084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=2033384554409719084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2033384554409719084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/2033384554409719084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/those-durn-trees.html' title='Those Durn Trees'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-4946041260098515739</id><published>2008-05-05T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:14:32.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctantly Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The difference between a flower girl and a lady is not in how she acts, but in how she is treated." (&lt;strong&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just so-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The difference between a prostitute and someone's beloved is not in what she wears, but in how she is transformed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been so quick to fall for others&lt;br /&gt;I've been so hasty to escape Your love&lt;br /&gt;But still You've pursued me, despite the idols on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;You've removed the cup that made me drunk (Isaiah 51:22)&lt;br /&gt;You've redeemed me with nothing but Your blood(Isaiah 52:3),&lt;br /&gt;Your life-- a sum that no one's ever paid before&lt;br /&gt;Amounting to so much more than what I sold myself for&lt;br /&gt;Which is so much less than the price I've paid&lt;br /&gt;To construct a lie amongst all the choices I've made&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing I've made before was true love&lt;br /&gt;No matter what mask it wore&lt;br /&gt;And no one that I've bowed before (Hosea 2:16-19)&lt;br /&gt;Ever changed my heart like You&lt;br /&gt;And now the chance that You could change me into a bride&lt;br /&gt;A bride dressed in jewels and white(Isaiah 61:10)&lt;br /&gt;Washed by Your Word-- made radiant and right... (Ephesians 5:25-27)&lt;br /&gt;Still this thought leaves me hesitating&lt;br /&gt;While You whisper in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;"Everything that's ever left you hanging&lt;br /&gt;Every unkept promise, every unsaid word&lt;br /&gt;Let Me take the place of every lie you've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;No matter where or who you've been."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-4946041260098515739?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4946041260098515739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=4946041260098515739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/4946041260098515739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/4946041260098515739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/reluctantly-beloved.html' title='Reluctantly Beloved'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-1825570966795337279</id><published>2008-05-03T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:39:31.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song for a Savior</title><content type='html'>In open fields of wild flowers,&lt;br /&gt;She breathes the air and flies away&lt;br /&gt;She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses,&lt;br /&gt;in no simple language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;br /&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.&lt;br /&gt;Someday He'll call her and she will come running,&lt;br /&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting silent wearing Sunday best.&lt;br /&gt;The sermon echoes through the walls.&lt;br /&gt;A great salvation through it calls to the people,&lt;br /&gt;who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;As close as a heartbeat or a song on our lips.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.&lt;br /&gt;Someday He'll call us and we will come running,&lt;br /&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems too easy to call you Savior,&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to call you God.&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and think of words I can mention&lt;br /&gt;to show my devotion...&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jars of clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185709-1825570966795337279?l=roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1825570966795337279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20185709&amp;postID=1825570966795337279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/1825570966795337279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185709/posts/default/1825570966795337279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roomfiftyseven.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-song-for-savior.html' title='A Love Song for a Savior'/><author><name>Jessica R. Goodwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729503352887048897</uri><email>IschaRaizel@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12843306007883839656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185709.post-5410294321777638060</id><published>2008-04-29T18:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:27:46.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a day like today...</title><content type='html'>...there are no words, only icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBes6uTefMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZfH3ZqleQAU/s1600-h/th_WD13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194810820057267394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBes6uTefMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZfH3ZqleQAU/s320/th_WD13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeth-TefTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fvnOtQ5inV4/s1600-h/z82225029.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194811494367132978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeth-TefTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fvnOtQ5inV4/s320/z82225029.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBetheTefPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/brBj4eDIvp4/s1600-h/5oy1ie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194811485777198322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBetheTefPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/brBj4eDIvp4/s320/5oy1ie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBethuTefQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6AWlhBGDCMw/s1600-h/79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194811490072165634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBethuTefQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6AWlhBGDCMw/s320/79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBethuTefRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ce_fNxHd2zs/s1600-h/z16524731.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194811490072165650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBethuTefRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ce_fNxHd2zs/s320/z16524731.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeth-TefSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VqObOTqyAwI/s1600-h/z65116614.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194811494367132962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeth-TefSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VqObOTqyAwI/s320/z65116614.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBes5-TefKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hP47EIZhWwE/s1600-h/z7758880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194810807172365474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBes5-TefKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hP47EIZhWwE/s320/z7758880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBep3eTee7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1zUBQusHTNI/s320/christ.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeqX-TefBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sV5t5r-JRZA/s1600-h/z6209297.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194808024033557522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeqX-TefBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sV5t5r-JRZA/s320/z6209297.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBeqYeTefDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ibdr1rSBLuo/s1600-h/myspace-icons-tvmovies17.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBep3-Tee-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HWhdQUftHUw/s1600-h/z40840005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194807474277743586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kxNs3uX85Q4/SBep3-Tee-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HWhdQUftHUw/s320/z40840005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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