<?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-7749743653823436919</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:57:59.751-07:00</updated><category term='trusting'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='urgency'/><category term='finances'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='mid-terms'/><category term='uneventful day'/><category term='movies'/><category term='everything...'/><category term='death'/><category term='Priorities'/><category term='new'/><category term='fellowship'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='recap'/><category term='Test'/><category term='Present'/><category term='Homework'/><category term='College'/><category term='bye'/><category term='Whole'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='graduation practice'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Work'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Laptop'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Fog'/><category term='Growing'/><category term='eternity'/><category term='BSU'/><category term='college life'/><category term='balance'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='broken'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Impact'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Running'/><category term='peace'/><category term='My new man'/><category term='creation'/><category term='Peanuts'/><category term='Flying Pie'/><category term='Goofy'/><category term='Thank-you'/><category term='verses'/><category term='Simplicity'/><category term='colds'/><category term='Darfur'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Drugs'/><category term='Boise'/><category term='boring'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='nomination'/><category term='last day'/><category term='Rwanda'/><category term='church'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='vibrant'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='grace of God'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='God&apos;s power'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='thankfulness'/><category term='sins'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='pride'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='talking'/><category term='Family'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Prince Caspian'/><category term='change'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='tag'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Teens'/><category term='Bebo Norman'/><category term='Understanding'/><category term='April'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='May'/><category term='prom'/><category term='Live'/><category term='crocheting'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='orientation'/><category term='spiritual attack'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='Sin'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Listening'/><category term='School'/><category term='friends'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='testimony'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='living for God'/><category term='love of God'/><category term='random'/><category term='world'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Scholarships'/><category term='CASEY'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='The Shack'/><category term='rapture'/><category term='National day of Prayer'/><category term='Blue Like Jazz'/><category term='cafeteria'/><category term='Dresses'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Update'/><category term='GOD'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Running After HIS Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>A girl, in this crazy world, but certainly not of it.  Telling her story, one blog at a time. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7547464387274174904</id><published>2009-11-05T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:23:02.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>My new blog is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://soulofsweetsimplicity.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7547464387274174904?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7547464387274174904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7547464387274174904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7547464387274174904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7547464387274174904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6050971245804304892</id><published>2009-10-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:44:02.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be shutting this blog down...&lt;br /&gt;but I'm working on a new one.  This blog will remain up as it has some fond memories and when I get my new blog up and running I will post an update with that.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... it's been real, it's been fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6050971245804304892?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6050971245804304892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6050971245804304892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6050971245804304892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6050971245804304892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4788069171484490231</id><published>2009-07-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:35:32.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let you all know that I AM alive, despite what you may think.  I'm working at a camp on the Oregon Coast this summer called &lt;a href="http://www.twinrocks.org/index.asp"&gt;Twin Rocks Friends Camp&lt;/a&gt; and it takes up all of my time (mostly... and the rest is spent hanging out with my new friends (:)  I feel very blessed to be here and God has been doing so much in my heart and my life.  I'm recognizing and naming a lot of hurts that I have and the healing process is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first week of counseling this past week and it was the most exhausting but rewarding week here so far.  Tomorrow I will start with a new group and I'm very much looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all and wish that I had more time to keep up.  But come September I will be back, full of stories, and ready to catch up with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4788069171484490231?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4788069171484490231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4788069171484490231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4788069171484490231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4788069171484490231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8235220217801630359</id><published>2009-05-07T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:50:47.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude.</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you how excited I am that school ends in a week for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TOO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Samantha, FOCUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Dude.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7564536273390392502</id><published>2009-04-30T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:44:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Children (:</title><content type='html'>7 year-old: I have a question I need to ask you. *Sounding ever so serious mind you...*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;7 year-old: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'm 19.&lt;br /&gt;7 year-old: Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that little girl I now feel older beyond my years :)  Children are the greatest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7564536273390392502?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7564536273390392502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7564536273390392502' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7564536273390392502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7564536273390392502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-children.html' title='Oh Children (:'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1875311330483349461</id><published>2009-04-22T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:31:48.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerability</title><content type='html'>I have had the deep privilege to join the woman's Bible study at my church.  And what I mean by privilege is that I feel so blessed by God to have these women in my life now.  I am the youngest in attendance, and I would put the oldest at 60 or so.  We have such a wide range of ages, experiences, backgrounds, occupations, marital statuses, etc.  We do not always agree, we have fallen short of perfection (far short of perfection.)  We are all wise in our own ways and all foolish in our own multiple ways.  We pray together, cry together, learn together, and love.  Mind you, I've only been attending this study for three weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am privileged because this is one of the few groups of Christians that I've met that have been willing to be so vulnerable so quickly.  I appreciate so deeply when people are willing to open up deep parts of their souls and hearts and share that with others.  It is an encouragement and an honor to have someone be so honest with you about their life.  I know more about these women in three weeks than I know about some people that I've encountered MANY times over the past year(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vulnerability is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of the wounded are painstakingly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;The worries, stresses, and groans of everyday life are real.&lt;br /&gt;The praises of the trusting are undeniably encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;The love of Christ that I see in each woman and the image of Christ found in each woman's eyes is so raw and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church gains nothing by trying to come off as "perfect."  We as Christians do not grow when we do not admit our imperfections, our wrong-doings, our boo-boos.  People who encounter Christians do not want to hear about how we have it all together and how loving and open we are.  They know how hypocritical we are being when we say these things.  They want honesty and vulnerability.  They don't need our fake "perfection."  They need to see Jesus.  And I think Jesus is found amongst our imperfections, wrong-doings, and boo-boos because that's when grace shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love encountering the Lord in the Bible.  I love encountering Him in my prayers.  I love encountering Him in the beauty of creation outside.  And I truly love encountering Jesus in people, we carry a light.  How are we to shine our light if we keep putting band-aids over those lovely cracks that ooze out our vulnerability?  We can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's reach out, let's love, let's be imperfect.  Let us be vulnerable, confess our sins, humble ourselves before others, and apologize.  Cry, laugh, scream.  Bask in the imperfect perfection of being whole in Christ (because it IS an oxymoron... and also an amazing truth.)  Be real and be honest.  Let us be followers of JESUS, not followers of a world striving so hard to gain nothing worth gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you that you may encounter the deep privilege of vulnerability in your life today, tomorrow, this week, this month, this year, this decade, this century.  Enjoy it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1875311330483349461?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1875311330483349461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1875311330483349461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1875311330483349461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1875311330483349461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/vulnerability.html' title='Vulnerability'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8181100167854432840</id><published>2009-04-20T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:10:23.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Hello Beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful skies&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful nights&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful laughter&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful smiles&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful conversations&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful hearts&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful books&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful prayers&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful times spent together&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sweat&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful three point five weeks of school left&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;importantly...&lt;br /&gt;Hello to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL GOD&lt;/span&gt; who created and allows all of these things to be (:  I think You're greater than any, all, and more of these beautiful things put into one big pot.  Thank you Lord for life.  Even in the hard times I find beauty because You're there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8181100167854432840?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8181100167854432840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8181100167854432840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8181100167854432840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8181100167854432840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-beautiful.html' title='Hello Beautiful'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8685268335704790610</id><published>2009-04-14T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:14:21.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7749743653823436919-8685268335704790610?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8685268335704790610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8685268335704790610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8685268335704790610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8685268335704790610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-great.html' title='You are GREAT!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7536596821134711758</id><published>2009-04-12T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:32:49.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed.</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is risen, He is risen indeed.&lt;br /&gt;The above words have fallen around me all day and it's been beautiful to hear.  The weather has been cooperating today, lots of sun and a warm 60 degrees.  It makes this day of celebration even better when you can wear pretty dresses and bask in the Son outside ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in church instead of taking communion we were invited up to step into a bath of water and soak our feet as a remembrance of our baptisms (or if we weren't yet baptized we were invited to be baptized today.)  It was a beautiful thing to remember my own baptism and to remember what it really means to be baptized.  Christ IS the resurrection, we are living TODAY, in the here and now, VICTORIOUS because of the fact that He conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shine your light and let the whole world see, that we're singing for the glory of the RISEN KING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7536596821134711758?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7536596821134711758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7536596821134711758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7536596821134711758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7536596821134711758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/indeed.html' title='Indeed.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3704619390030913724</id><published>2009-04-05T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:56:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive.</title><content type='html'>I am alive, just wanted to let you all know.&lt;br /&gt;Very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully comment your lovely blogs over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3704619390030913724?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3704619390030913724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3704619390030913724' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3704619390030913724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3704619390030913724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/alive.html' title='Alive.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6454927457453044683</id><published>2009-03-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:35:47.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Hello Spring Break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my new, yet very old friend.  I'm not quite sure why we go so long without seeing one another.  But each time we get together I feel refreshed and overjoyed.  It's like you are a comfort friend, one who lets me rest, laugh, cry, play, go crazy, be sane, anything that I need you let me do it.  Sometimes we spend our time together in warm areas, sometimes cold, sometimes rainy.  Thus far we've seen a lot of rain.  We always enjoy time with family and friends.  The time we spend together seems to be busy.  For instance we've already gone to two concerts, seen some friends, and spent a lot of time with my parents.  And the rest of this week is only going to get busier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the time we are spending together.  I hope I can appreciate and enjoy your company while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6454927457453044683?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6454927457453044683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6454927457453044683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6454927457453044683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6454927457453044683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-spring-break.html' title='Hello Spring Break'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6782018197716687776</id><published>2009-03-17T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:34:51.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm feeling better, although my voice is gone somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Today is beautiful outside.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am wearing flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had only one class and it lasted only 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom gave me good insight.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate.&lt;br /&gt;Today I drank. (Water and apple juice)&lt;br /&gt;Today I wrote and sent letters.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be thankful, even if things don't go my way.&lt;br /&gt;Today I know God is in charge and His will is being done, but that doesn't mean I can't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6782018197716687776?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6782018197716687776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6782018197716687776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6782018197716687776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6782018197716687776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7208120355868997351</id><published>2009-03-11T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:23:02.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geekstew.asu.edu/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/sick-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 226px;" src="http://geekstew.asu.edu/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/sick-kid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to you from the Land of the Dead.  Almost, no... not really.  But I haven't been so sick since I was a wee little tyke.  Saturday we went out of town as planned and had a good and jolly God-inspired weekend (I make it sound so trivial, it REALLY WAS AMAZING!) Sunday we packed up, hung out around in beautiful McCall for awhile and drove back to Boise.  On the drive back I started feeling worse and worse.  I mean, I had a little cold, but my energy was DRAINING.  And my nose was getting worse, my throat was feeling awful.  My limbs started getting sore and I was freezing.  So we got back, my friend Rachelle took me to the store to buy some chicken (I crave it when I'm sick...) Jo-Jo's, juice, tissues, and some cold medicine.  Then I plundered into the depths of my dorm and really haven't emerged since. I left Monday for to turn in an essay and then dinner.  Tuesday I left for a meeting with my pastor's wife, lunch, and dinner.  Today I finally went to my classes, but then immediately came back and crashed.  I haven't had such a lack of energy/NEED to sleep for years.  Honestly, Sunday night I slept from 6:00 pm to 5:30 am, and then Monday pretty much all day and then Monday 8:00pm to 4:30am.  Then good chunks of Tuesday.  I wish I slept that well all the time!!  So I basically had a fever Sunday and Monday and it broke sometime Monday night, now I'm just left with a crazy cough, head congestion, sore throat, somewhat achy body, and no energy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself slipping back into the fuzzy world of nothingness, but I just wanted to let you all know I am not quite dead yet, but bordering upon it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Reading your blogs and commenting as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7208120355868997351?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7208120355868997351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7208120355868997351' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7208120355868997351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7208120355868997351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-of-dead.html' title='Land of the Dead'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8608229081708235834</id><published>2009-03-06T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:05:05.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather again?!</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a wonderful day in the neighborhood.  Aw man, do I miss Mr. Rogers and the fact that it was once cool to watch that show.  Okay, so really I just miss being little, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is beautiful, albeit a bit chilly. (Again with that weather thing.) I think I talk about it so much because it has such an effect on me and my well-being. Am I the only one with this issue? Seriously though, if it snows ONE MORE TIME, I will cry.  Maybe.  Seriously.  Okay, so I won't... but Sami needs her spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I put together my small group's study for Saturday (by the way I just realized how much I love leading small group :) and we are going through the third and fourth chapters of Colossians.  Everything was so fitting for my life right now. God has a way of getting my attention when I take time to ponder His word, go figure.  The verses that have been focusing me since Wednesday have been Colossians 3: 14-17. They are wonderful COMMANDS that  I've been avoiding doing.  No wonder my life has been a twisty darkness of twisty dark things.  Let me share with you what it says...&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond all these things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put on love&lt;/span&gt;, which is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect bond of unity&lt;/span&gt;. Let the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peace of Christ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rule&lt;/span&gt; in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be thankful&lt;/span&gt;. Let the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word of Christ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;richly dwell &lt;/span&gt;within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God. Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus giving thanks through Him to God the Father." (Emphasis mine, NASB version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so poignant to me that the peace of Christ should RULE in my heart and the word of Christ should RICHLY DWELL within me.  Those are not passive verbs.  Those are verbs that call for action. I've been realizing lately how important it is for daily time with the Father, especially daily time in the morning. I'm going to be better about spending time with God before starting the hustle and bustle of my day.  That way the peace of Christ will rule in my heart and His words will richly dwell within me throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been so excited about scripture in months! (Which I'm sure my sporadic and super quick reading of the Bible hasn't been helpful in my lack of desire for the Word.) I'm really looking forward to spending more time in the Word and focusing my thoughts toward things above and not below. (Also from Colossians :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm baby-sitting for a few hours then going to a game night. Tomorrow morning is small group and then going to a McCall for a retreat with Impact.  Should be a good weekend. I'm excited to spend time in God's presence out in nature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8608229081708235834?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8608229081708235834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8608229081708235834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8608229081708235834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8608229081708235834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/weather-again.html' title='The weather again?!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7620322388149707801</id><published>2009-03-04T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:38:46.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling the urge to type up a new blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do people talk about when they have nothing to say (or have stuff they want to say but can't... (which one do you think I am [if you are guessing the latter you are probably correct] let me know!)) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the weather!!&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am it's been a wonderfully odd mixture of sun, clouds, warmth, and rain.  Apparently soon it might be snowing.&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather in your neck of the woods? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You should tell me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a lurker and I do not yet know you, drop me a line and let me know about the weather in your parts.  I'd love to meet you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7620322388149707801?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7620322388149707801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7620322388149707801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7620322388149707801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7620322388149707801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/urge.html' title='The Urge'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8147355316951437733</id><published>2009-02-27T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:07:19.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>My week.</title><content type='html'>This week has been an interesting one.  It's been the laziest, most productive week.  Spiritually dead and spiritually alive.  Moving no where, going backward, dancing forward.  Freezing cold and quite warm.  Doubts and assurances.  A defining moment was when I woke up Wednesday and said to myself "It's already Wednesday."  When the previous night I had gone to bed and thought to myself, "It's only Tuesday."  Definitely a week of oxymoron's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful, painful, insightful.  A growing week.  I've been learning I'm not so independent.  Not so certain about where I'm going.  Not so certain about God's calling on my life.  Not so certain about how horrible things are.  Not so certain about how wonderful things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is meant to be reflected upon, if we rush through it we'll miss the mystery and majesty of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice Lent every year (well for the past three years and this one) and this year I decided to do Ash Wednesday the way Catholics do it.  I fasted that day and went to Catholic Mass.  It was absolutely beautiful.  I know that it can be tough for some to understand the rituals, even I had a bad preconceived notion about what I was getting myself into.  I'm so glad I went, I truly enjoyed it and walked away knowing that God's presence had been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic church is rich with history.  It was the church for 100s of years.  I know that this doesn't mean it hasn't had its share of scandals, hurts, theological mishaps, etc. but what church doesn't have these problems?  For me, to be sitting, standing, and kneeling at the right time, to be saying the words at the right time, to be bowing and praying at the right time, it was peaceful.  It was a joy to think of the millions of others who had/were/will partake in a mass similar to the one I was enjoying. It was a privilege to be part of a service filled with so much history, tradition, and love.  I can't put to words the beauty of that service.  I felt whole and one with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I received the ashes upon my head and let the words flow around me, "Remember o woman, you are but dust, and to dust you shall return."  I was reminded how very small I am in this expansive universe, and I was so very thankful for my life and for my Savior.  God did not have to create me, but He did.  My Father did not need me, but He breathed life into me anyway.  He does not need my presence in Heaven, but He sent His Son to die for me.  This is solemnly exciting.  And as I continue these next forty days of Lent I look forward to learning more about the Creator, and the love that sent a Son... a beautiful, perfect, whole Son, down to this earth to die for me, you, and billions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, whether Catholic, Protestant, Lutheran, Baptist, Non-Denominational, I think we can all agree this Lent season is about Jesus, and that's something we can cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more happened this week, but I think the power of Wednesday was the highlight, so I'll leave you with that little morsel of a bigger meal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SahUXrMTpgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EtV5JkBNEy8/s1600-h/lentashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SahUXrMTpgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EtV5JkBNEy8/s200/lentashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307584926564197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8147355316951437733?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8147355316951437733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8147355316951437733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8147355316951437733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8147355316951437733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-week.html' title='My week.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SahUXrMTpgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EtV5JkBNEy8/s72-c/lentashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3180282237775232966</id><published>2009-02-20T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:57:00.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>I got this from Jessica at &lt;a href="http://jessica-literarypursuits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Literary Pursuits &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you do...Erase my answers and put yours in. Use the first letter of your name to answer ALL of the following questions. If the person before you has the same 1st letter pick a new one. You CAN NOT use anything twice, and you CAN NOT use your own name for the boy/girl question. After you are done, tag 5 people.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: Sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Shoemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Umm... sand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Seattle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Slept-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: you know it makes you wanna... SHOUT! throw your hands up and SHOUT! (Cheating perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Sandlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. An animal: Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A song title: "She Walked Away" Barlow Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A verb: Sing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll also tag anyone who wants to do this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3180282237775232966?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3180282237775232966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3180282237775232966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3180282237775232966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3180282237775232966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2263617186115443647</id><published>2009-02-17T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:14:07.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still.</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a Spiritual Disciplines class at the Biblical Studies Center.  I've been looking forward to this class since I first heard my campus minister was going to teach it way back in November.  Thus far, the class has not failed to meet my expectations and exceed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's readings have been centered around Silence and Solitude.  Two things lately that I've been trying to avoid.  I often associate solitude with being lonely, and quite frankly my generation does not do silence.  Period.  Always we have music, tv, friends, something going on in the background.  Being lonely lately has been an unbearable feeling for me, so I try to avoid it.  So, I've not been practicing silence or solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think of myself as a pretty silent person.  And I usally always enjoy my alone time.  But as I've been reading chapters from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sacred Way&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebration of Discipline&lt;/span&gt; I've realized that my alone time has always been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.  The difference concerning solitude, is that solitude is focused on God.  It's being silent in His presence.  It's being "alone" in His presence.  I think I wouldn't need so much "alone time" if I simply spent more focused time in solitude with my Lord and Savior.  And I wouldn't fear my "alone time" if I choose to realize I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was able to do pretty much nothing.  Something that I have not done since being back in Boise.  I had a couple of baby-sitting jobs, church ministry, and I was house-sitting, but most of my time was spent relaxing.  I'm so thankful that the family I was house and pet sitting for left town. :)  I watched movies, hung out with my friend Rachelle, watched old TV shows, read, journaled, ate, slept, it was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even after this restful weekend I felt unsettled.  As I returned to my dorm late last night and carried on a conversation with my friend Casey May and caught her up on some things in my life that have been making me anxious I realized something... I have not been still in front of God.  We are commanded to be still and know that He is God.  Why do I not do this?  Why do I not follow a COMMAND from the Lord of all Creation?  It seems pretty silly to me.  And it proves to me that we need to do this.  Despite my weekend of doing nothing, I was still anxious at the end of it.  I firmly believe if I had spent much of my weekend before the Lord in silence, I would not have been anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning has been an awakening in my soul.  I feel that even though it's been snowing outside, spring is frolicking in my heart.  I'm feeling still in my heart, which brings much peace.  Today, my goal is to listen for my Lord.  I'm going to stop talking and be silent.  I'm going to practice what I've been learning, and what I've been commanded to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, on my facebook status I wrote that "I will no longer be living passively (at least for this week...) "  So, I'm not.  I'm not just going to read about the Disciplines and think to myself how nice they sound, I'm going to practice them.  I'm not just going to complain that my small group isn't meeting, I'm going to take charge and set a day and time for us to meet.  I'm not just going to worry about the homework that I have to do... I'm going to actually do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though practicing silence and solitude may seem like a passive activity, I know it will require much on my part to actually do this.  I pray that you will get to be still in front of the Lord of all creation this week my dear friends.  Rest in His arms.  The arms that created you are also big enough to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2263617186115443647?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2263617186115443647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2263617186115443647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2263617186115443647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2263617186115443647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/still.html' title='Still.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7802982026014848426</id><published>2009-02-14T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:36:20.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>To you and yours I hope you have a wonderful holiday.  Remember Who is your True Significant Other today, remember whose Bride you are.  Spend some time with Jesus, bask in the perfect love of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then take major delight in the people He has placed around you.  Not all Valentines have to be "romantic" love interests. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this day all you beautiful people!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7802982026014848426?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7802982026014848426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7802982026014848426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7802982026014848426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7802982026014848426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1309451972849037441</id><published>2009-02-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:46:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say 100?!?!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I've made it to 100 posts.  Which actually doesn't seem like a lot when you consider that I've been on blogger for almost a whole year now.  Oh well, it is still quite a milestone and it excites me none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly sure what this post would be comprised of.  There is obviously many different subjects I could talk about.  But mostly, I just want to dedicate this posting time to my blogging buddies, old and new, those that have been there from the start and those that have just started reading.  You have no idea how much you bless me in your comments, posts, and prayers.  It's been such a wonderful thing getting to know different young ladies and amazing mature women of faith.  Your stories, entirely different from one another each inspire and encourage me in different ways.  So thank you for your friendship, technology is amazing fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you today and always, and no matter what form those blessings make take, recognize that we serve a sovereign Lord and He can make good come from anything, He loves us dearly and always and perfectly, and Jesus died and resurrected for all.  Remember to accept those gifts of love and redemption into your life daily dear sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to continue our journey of life, very much apart, but yet unified in our words that we type and of course the amazing God we serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1309451972849037441?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1309451972849037441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1309451972849037441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1309451972849037441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1309451972849037441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-say-100.html' title='Can you say 100?!?!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8446621821295602983</id><published>2009-02-05T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:18:55.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 99</title><content type='html'>I did this for facebook, and thought I would share it here too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random Things About Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I'm really bad at describing myself. I like to think it's because I'm mysterious and hard-to-know. I also like to think it's because I have so much to discover about myself. Really, I think I just don't know how to describe myself because I'm afraid to take a look at myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I recently realized that I have a passion for teenagers and youth in general. I really hope to start helping with a youth group somewhere and am eagerly awaiting to see if I get to work at a summer camp, part of the time I would be counseling youth.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I don't like music as much as most people. A lot of people can't function without it... I can. I appreciate the beauty of lyrics, but I'd rather just read the lyrics than listen to someone sing them, I'm definitely more of a reader than an auditory person.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I want to try out for American Idol. And I think April, Rachelle, Kate(?!), and I are going to do it. For fun. Although April could totally make it (: We are potentially going to dress insane or act really weird so we can get through to meet the Randy, Simon, Paula, Cara quartet :D&lt;br /&gt;5.) I love email. I love letters. I love texting. I love any written form of communication. Probably far more than if I'm expected to talk. I respond better if I'm writing and have time to form a response. Talking is good, but writing I love. :)&lt;br /&gt;6.) Learning is a favorite of mine. College has been amazing, so much of my learning is self-paced. I really get out what I put into it. Plus I just love the image of sipping some kind of fancy coffee with a textbook plopped open on my lap while I eagerly respond and take notes on my laptop. It makes me feel so... "mature." (:&lt;br /&gt;7.) I always want to be young at heart. I love children and I am so thankful that I baby-sit for a job. Children have an insane amount of energy, and while they may wear me out I really appreciate the fact that they make me realize so much of what I worry about is inconsequential. Who needs to worry about the future when right now, you can pretend you are a chipmunk?&lt;br /&gt;8.) I'm reallllly bad at calling people back and answering the phone. I don't know why. Probably because I'm a better communicator in person. Or in writing. But there are other times when I LOVE phone conversations and will talk for hours on the phone. Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Some of my favorite memories involve driving around with different people. Just driving. Listening to music and breathing. No words necessary. That shows some serious comfortableness.&lt;br /&gt;10.) I really don't think some people understand my passion for Jesus. God is truly the only thing that matters to me in this world, and from my love from Him I love and have relationships with other people, but aside from Him I'm nothing and my relationships seem meaningless. I can come on strong as the goody-goody Christian girl, and that's okay with me. If people can see my love and passion for Jesus then that means for the most part I'm living in a right relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;11.) I'm a major procrastinator, but not as bad this semester as I have been. :) I think it's mostly because I would rather hang out with people and develop relationships instead of write a five to six page paper, but all things are important in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;12.) I love to run, perhaps you are laughing to yourself since I am on the bigger side. But seriously, running and me, we are buds. I love losing myself in the pounding of my feet against the pavement or the treadmill. I love especially running outside. During those moments I feel so connected with God and His creation. It's beautiful outside.&lt;br /&gt;13.) I went rafting for the first time back in September. It was one of the best moments of my life. I had the best time, and I went with an amazing group of people, whom I miss dearly for the fellowship and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;14.) I'm deeply relational and it hurts me when people don't pursue me. The worst thing is for me to feel like an outsider and to feel alone. Which is how I've been feeling lately. I'm not saying this in an "oh pity me" way. I think I'm experiencing these feelings of loneliness and separation for a God reason so I'm okay with it. I just hope eventually this changes. But for the moment I'm going to pursue my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;15.) I've had a divine appointment before. It was... amazing. God does lead you where He needs you to be at the right time. If you choose to listen to His voice you will be rewarded, and His seeds will be planted.&lt;br /&gt;16.) I love Christian music of any genre. I don't really like mainstream music anymore. The lyrics make me really uncomfortable, and the not so naughty songs always talk about love. Considering I don't have a boyfriend and am not really interested in love in that way those songs just seem silly to me for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;17.) I recently started watching Heroes. I really like the show. It talks about God and science in the same sentence and I appreciate that. Plus there is little to no nudity, few curse words, it's action-packed, crazy, funny, and dramatic. My kind of show :)&lt;br /&gt;18.) Fruit is one of God's most flavorful creations. I really appreciate fruit, it's probably my favorite food group. I'd rather eat cantaloupe or bananas or kiwis or honeydew over cookies, cake, or chocolate. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;19.)  I enjoy writing.&lt;br /&gt;20.) I have a couple of amazing mentors in Boise. One I meet with weekly and one I talk to whenever we both have a chance. They are amazing women of God and I so appreciate their inward and outward beauty, wisdom, love for the Lord and those around them, and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;21.)  Laughing, hugging, screaming, and dancing are some of the best endorphins ever.&lt;br /&gt;22.)  21 is my favorite number.&lt;br /&gt;23.) I love talking about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Bible, theology, the world, sin, redemption, love in Christ, what God is doing in people's lives, etc. It's amazing. I have yet to be bored with these conversations. I hope to talk about God everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;24.)  I'm currently writing an essay on the Sixties.  It's interesting.  Well, at least I hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;25.) It took me quite awhile to get to 25, but now that I'm here I can think of so many more things that I'd love to tell you. About how I went to Europe, I broke my arm three times, I love my parents more now than ever before. About how Impact with Synergy is one of the best things that could have happened to me while in Boise. About the amazing people I've been honored to meet and know throughout my life. About how so many of my best friends live in completely different states now. I have a story and I love it (: thanks for letting me share a bit of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8446621821295602983?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8446621821295602983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8446621821295602983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8446621821295602983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8446621821295602983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-99.html' title='Post 99'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5819356125811723998</id><published>2009-02-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:53:37.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February</title><content type='html'>It is indeed February.  And I am indeed tired of this cold winter weather.  Although, I will grudgingly admit that it has been warmer the past week or so (30s/40s) and the sun has mostly been shining, so I really shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy, as you can probably tell from my lack of posting.  But also, the internet has not been working in my dorm room, so the only time I was able to get on was if I went to the library or the Biblical Studies Center, and let's just admit that little jaunt is not always worth the cold that I could catch from being outside ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today I was able to slow down, and my internet is once again working, double yay!  I'm quite exhausted and have much homework and studying to do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stuff to say, but my brain is too tired at the moment, so perhaps a more witty and thought-provoking post will come soon.  But for now, I'm alive and I've commented on many blogs and that's what matters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5819356125811723998?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5819356125811723998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5819356125811723998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5819356125811723998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5819356125811723998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7961359075174815487</id><published>2009-01-25T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:16:20.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying Pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Flying Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flyingpie.com/images/index/giftcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.flyingpie.com/images/index/giftcard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the most wonderful experience at Flying Pie Pizzaria.  It is a scrumptious pizza place locally owned and operated only in the Boise Valley.  Never had I been there before, but after passing it multiple times as I drive around the city and especially after hearing the company closed down for a week and took their employees to Costa Rica I just had to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;So, after a long day of thrift shopping with Rachelle and Kate we decided to go in for dinner.  It was absolutely fantastic.  The ambiance is quite fun, the employees crazy (in a very good way), and the pizza is absolutely delicious.  Seriously, the best I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;We got a small pizza, breadsticks, and three drinks for less than $15!  For five dollars a person I really can't complain about anything.  It's one of those weird, eclectic restaurants that everyone loves.  If you are ever in the Treasure Valley be sure to check it out! :)  I'll even go with you if you need some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyingpie.com/"&gt;Flying Pie Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... life has been busy as per my usual.  I've enjoyed a few quiet moments this weekend, but not nearly as much as when I was home, being a coach potato in Lewiston ;)  The past week has been full of new and interesting classes, seeing my friends again, going  to my beloved Impact, baby-sitting some of my favorite kids in the world, laughing a lot with new and older friends, watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with my campus minister and his family, staying caught up on classes, attending meetings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to a leadership meeting for Impact and then journeying on to church at Calvary Chapel with my friend Chantel.  Should be a lovely Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things on my heart that I hope to develop into a post soon, time will tell if I accomplish this or not! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you all,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7961359075174815487?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7961359075174815487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7961359075174815487' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7961359075174815487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7961359075174815487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-pie.html' title='Flying Pie'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8182899505677601393</id><published>2009-01-20T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:56:29.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... Happy Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  Back into the swing of things.  Back where I'm meant to be.  Learning again, laughing with friends, doing crazy fun things, leading, following.  Procrastinating and not.  Loving lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Boise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst good-bye of my life, leaving my parents this time.  My mommy sobbed in my arms, begging me not to leave.  And my daddy cried harder than all the other times combined.  It becomes harder when your parents also turn into some of your best friends.  But at least the tears show how much our relationship has improved (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been super-busy and loving every moment.  Went to a Sunday night service at Calvary Chapel, really felt God's presence, it was powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know, maybe I'll recap more later (:  Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8182899505677601393?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8182899505677601393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8182899505677601393' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8182899505677601393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8182899505677601393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh-happy-sigh.html' title='Sigh... Happy Sigh.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1463991830385084016</id><published>2009-01-16T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:02:01.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifehouse-Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is the healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hangin' on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain, there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name, I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm baely holdin' on to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1463991830385084016?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1463991830385084016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1463991830385084016' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1463991830385084016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1463991830385084016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken.html' title='Broken.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7744321124446321848</id><published>2009-01-14T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:16:58.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion.</title><content type='html'>Just when I think God is beginning to confirm one path in my life, He equally confirms another path too.  What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this is so I don't try to take control.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7744321124446321848?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7744321124446321848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7744321124446321848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7744321124446321848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7744321124446321848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2452322300682517202</id><published>2009-01-14T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:13:05.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The itch.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling quite an itch to crack open my college books and begin reading and preparing for this next semester.  I am really excited for my classes.  English 102, French 101 (I took three years of French in high school, but didn't retain much :P,) Criminal Justice 101, Sociology 101, and Spiritual Disciplines.  My semester is going to be challenging, interesting, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I had to ship my books to my address in Boise instead of my address here, so I have no books to crack open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passion and a desire to learn.  Motivation to get started.  I pray this doesn't leave me once I finally have my books in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2452322300682517202?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2452322300682517202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2452322300682517202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2452322300682517202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2452322300682517202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/itch.html' title='The itch.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7100380182273837518</id><published>2009-01-13T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:43:40.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><title type='text'>Peace.</title><content type='html'>Salut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lovely!  Even the dentist part went really well.  My temporary fake tooth came out really easy so they didn't have to numb me and my permanent fake tooth looks GREAT.  So much better than the last one.  My gums bled like crazy but other than that it was a quick and easy process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad and I went to the store so I could buy stuff to make homemade pizza on Friday and then we went to Arby's for lunch.  It was delicious!! :)  And really nice to have some one-on-one time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, took a nap, and then I got down to business.  My personal retreat day.  I have to have at least one personal retreat day a month in order to be on the leadership team for Impact (one of the campus ministries.)  And since I have recently been called to the leadership team it was time to have a PRD.  I decided to focus on prayer today since my prayer life has been less than fantastic.  First though I wrote in my journal for awhile, decided six things I really wanted to focus on during my prayer time and then read chapter one of Ecclesiastes.  I really love Ecclesiastes.&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to pray.  I prayed a lot for other people that I've been meaning to pray over.  I asked God for peace and maybe some answers about my church situation and the summer.  I prayed forgiveness, seeking my own from the Lord and giving it to other people.  Then I walked around from room to room in my parent's home, banishing satan away and asking Jesus to come into every room, giving him reign over the house.  That was probably the most emotional part of my PRD.  To wrap it up I worshiped with music, boy do I love singing and dancing for the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any answers yet, but I sure do have a sense of peace.  My prayer life has got to improve.  There is such a noticeable difference between the anxieties I normally feel throughout the day and the peace that comes after praying earnestly to my Father and seeking His will and love.  It such a beautiful thing.  I think one of the verses that rings truest in my life these days is Philipians 4:7, "And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;Amen! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7100380182273837518?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7100380182273837518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7100380182273837518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7100380182273837518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7100380182273837518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace.html' title='Peace.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1706619108284070321</id><published>2009-01-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:58:54.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><title type='text'>Yay!! *Sarcasm*</title><content type='html'>I will be sitting in a dentist's chair in one hour and twenty minutes.  He will be ripping out a temporary fake tooth and shoving a new one into mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy upon joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I get to walk to the dentist's office since it is only a mile and a half or so away.  Which means I do not have to hitch a ride from somebody.  Being without a car has been one of the most interesting parts of my trip up here.&lt;br /&gt;Back to walking.  It's foggy outside, which I love.  And today is my Personal Retreat Day so I will be able to spend some sweet time with my Jesus.  There's something about walking outside, hand-in-hand with one's Savior that calms the soul.&lt;br /&gt;And a calm before tooth pain is always welcome ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update when I return and get some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1706619108284070321?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1706619108284070321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1706619108284070321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1706619108284070321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1706619108284070321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-sarcasm.html' title='Yay!! *Sarcasm*'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4148861627511476280</id><published>2009-01-12T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:39:29.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha Needs/Wants</title><content type='html'>Samantha Needs...&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creativity to flow from her fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good-byes to not hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have answers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To know people deeply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be known deeply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honesty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To write a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To know the will of her Father for her life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To follow the will of her Father for her life no matter how challenging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Others to know and follow the will of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People to stop doing things that harm them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus to come back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her parents, other family members, and friends to know the love of God, know Jesus as their Savior and to be saved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To influence young ladies positively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To figure out her church issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To work at a summer camp either this summer or next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You to be happy (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha really loves lists.&lt;br /&gt;Five more days... bittersweet day, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4148861627511476280?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4148861627511476280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4148861627511476280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4148861627511476280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4148861627511476280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/samantha-needswants.html' title='Samantha Needs/Wants'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-399983353815349351</id><published>2009-01-06T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:00:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved.</title><content type='html'>As she spins in circles colors flash by&lt;br /&gt;As she slows down things begin to take shape&lt;br /&gt;As she stops there are objects everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Separate, distinct objects&lt;br /&gt;Her hand reaches out to touch&lt;br /&gt;Flinching, she pulls back&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes objects can prick, burn, and hurt&lt;br /&gt;So she begins to spin again&lt;br /&gt;Preferring to see mere colors flashing by&lt;br /&gt;Instead of what's really there&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a broken place.  I came home to friends that waste away their lives drinking and partying.  These, by the way, are my "Christian friends."&lt;br /&gt;Do I still love them?  Why yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Does my heart absolutely BREAK for them?  Indeed it does.&lt;br /&gt;It would be so nice to continue spinning, pretending that what is really there is simply a blur, not my problem.  But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Pray, pray, pray.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, how often do I do things that aren't healthy for me?  We are all the sinful, lusting, whore of a bride described in Hosea.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;As always, there is always hope in the cross, hope pouring from the smiling face of Jesus (:  And I'll keep pressing on... joyfully... no matter how sad and destitute circumstances may be.  Jesus wins in the end.  Jesus wins now in my life.  Victory indeed =)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Look deep in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There you will find what you need&lt;br /&gt;Give me your life&lt;br /&gt;Lust and the lies&lt;br /&gt;The past you're afraid I might see&lt;br /&gt;You've been running away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beloved&lt;br /&gt;Lover I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Death shall not part us&lt;br /&gt;It's you I died for&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Our Love it unites us&lt;br /&gt;It binds you to me&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Look deep in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There you will find what you need&lt;br /&gt;I'am the giver of life&lt;br /&gt;I'll clothe you in white&lt;br /&gt;My immaculate bride you will be&lt;br /&gt;Oh come running home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beloved&lt;br /&gt;Lover I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Death shall not part us&lt;br /&gt;It's you I died for&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Our Love it unites us&lt;br /&gt;It binds you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you've been a mistress, my wife&lt;br /&gt;Chasing lovers it won't satisfy&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me make you my bride&lt;br /&gt;You will drink of my lips&lt;br /&gt;And you'll taste new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my beloved&lt;br /&gt;Lover I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Death shall not part us&lt;br /&gt;It's you I died for&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Our Love it unites us&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it binds you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beloved&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Our love it unites us&lt;br /&gt;And it binds you to me&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;-Beloved by Tenth Avenue North&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-399983353815349351?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/399983353815349351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=399983353815349351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/399983353815349351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/399983353815349351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/beloved.html' title='Beloved.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8061611363900040628</id><published>2008-12-29T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:43:38.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomination'/><title type='text'>Post Script</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to do this FOREVER.  My amazing blogging buddy &lt;a href="http://taekwondochick.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; (: gave me this wonderful award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SVlKZIhG_fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4zPy3aRE-xg/s1600-h/awesomeblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SVlKZIhG_fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4zPy3aRE-xg/s200/awesomeblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285337433339526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;So thank you Jess :D  You are totally amazing and sweet!  I want to nominate &lt;a href="http://detlillehusetpaabryne.blogspot.com/"&gt;aslaug&lt;/a&gt;.  She has an amazing and inspiring blog (: plus she lives in another country, how fun is that??  I also want to nominate &lt;a href="http://stepheny-weaver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; because she's my girl and always gives me wonderful encouragement.  She's wise at her 13 years :)  And basically I would nominate every single blogger to the right, but that would take awhile ;) so there we go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8061611363900040628?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8061611363900040628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8061611363900040628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8061611363900040628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8061611363900040628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-script.html' title='Post Script'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SVlKZIhG_fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4zPy3aRE-xg/s72-c/awesomeblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-666861586353487842</id><published>2008-12-28T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:12:01.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Teenage Christian</title><content type='html'>I have been living the boring Christian life.  I'm not being blasphemous, I'm being honest.  There is a very wide, giant, apparent line between living a vibrant, sold-out Christian life, and living the safe, boring Christian life that I've been living.  That so many of us live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to tap-dance, bunny hop, spin, walk, crawl, roll, run across the line that separates me from living a safe life.  There will be tears and blood.  This year, my "New Year's Resolution"... I'm praying to be pushed, shoved, pulled, yanked, dragged to my limit.  I want to be beyond exhaustion, sobbing, barely breathing.  And then?  I want to go beyond my limit.  I want God to shatter any limitations.  All things are possible with God right?  Why don't I start living that verse in an extreme way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what this is going to look like.  I'm not sure what limits I think I have.  I'm not sure what is going to break me.  And I'm not sure what form God's help will come in.  But battles will come and with it comes help.  The help of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHTY&lt;/span&gt; Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complacent is the big yellow, green, pink neon sign flashing above my head.  And I'm ashamed, tired, sick of that sign and the obvious truth it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So why do I live like it is?  I'm still breathing.  The heart is still beating.  My soul still yearns.  My mind still dreams.  My body still moves.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in passionate romance, and I'm not afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in deep relationships with God, friends, family, and strangers.  Connections that make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in pain that needs to be met, and I have hands and feet to meet those needs.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in God.  A God that moves mountains people!  A God that death itself cannot beat.  A God who beats down the devil.  My God reigns on high.  My God takes care of His people.  My God is passionate.  The God we serve does not fit into the confines of a box, so stop trying to place Him in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want conviction.  I want passion.  I want chains to be broken.  I want the true freedom of the Cross, not the pretend freedom so many of us live.  There is more.  A sacred romance meant to be lived between God and His people.  A grand adventure that He wants to share with you, with me, with everyone.  Death has been conquered, so we need to stop being zombies.  To die is gain, and you know what that gain is?  CHRIST.  Have you met Him?  I'm hoping to encounter Him in amazing ways, starting this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&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/7749743653823436919-666861586353487842?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/666861586353487842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=666861586353487842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/666861586353487842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/666861586353487842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/confessions-of-teenage-christian.html' title='Confessions of a Teenage Christian'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-897003275880325067</id><published>2008-12-24T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:02:41.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas my blogging buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you and your loved ones have a very happy one.  Fill it with tons of laughter, love, and good fellowship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Jesus be at the forefront of your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-897003275880325067?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/897003275880325067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=897003275880325067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/897003275880325067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/897003275880325067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-702172901803987048</id><published>2008-12-17T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:56:48.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>This week is finals week.  I have taken my three finals and all I have left to do is write an essay.  Then?  I'm finished with my first semester of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shocking to me how quickly the semester went by.  It's shocking how well, overall, that I adjusted.  There were obviously hard times, but there was never a moment in my mind when I seriously considered moving back to Lewiston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.  I survived.  I learned I can do something new and exciting (and wholly terrifying) with the help of my Lord and those He places around me.  I'm quite ecstatic about where I am in life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making deep connections with people, people I never would have imagined being friends with.  I'm touching lives and being touched.  Stepping out and helping in a church.  Learning the meaning of actual forgiveness.  I'm crying and laughing... crying.  Thank You Jesus for these tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I did last night is a true example of what I've learned this semester.  I baby-sat instead of studying for finals.  I took care of a little girl that was sick while distracting her brother and sister with some fun.  I put them to bed, snug safe and warm after prayers.  I was rewarded with hugs and cookies (:  Instead of studying for my finals I spent the night playing hide and seek with my friends.  And it was one of the best times, filled with laughter that kills your stomach.  Instead of studying for finals I spent time with God, the One who matters, the One who held me throughout these past few months.  The realization I had years ago is continually being affirmed in my life, the thing that matters most is your relationships.  So, while I am here to go to college, I'm also here to cultivate my life with true and deep relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing to my own tune.  And it's a painful process.  Sometimes my guitar string breaks, my voice cracks, my drum explodes, and sometimes the show gets canceled.  But you know what?  It's worth it, because when you're a musician you love what you do, and when you are living your life, you ultimately love it.  Because in those sweet moments when the crowd is applauding your performance as a musician it's all worth it.  Equally so, those moments when your heart is almost exploding out of your chest with happiness, your life is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't have the clearest direction for my life.  Every time that I think I have a vision for my future, it changes.  And I really am okay with that for the moment.  I've met so many people that know exactly what God has for them and that's wonderful.  But He doesn't have me in that spot yet.  He leads, I follow.  And sometimes?  It's more fun to just enjoy the ride, the purpose will be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe my dear friends.  Touch hearts.  Live with a passion for the Lord and all things fall into place.  LAUGH.  Smile.  CrY.  Jump.  Dance.  Sing.  Fall.  Get back up.  Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the hard places there is hope at the end of the tunnel.  But you know what's great about that tunnel?  There's Jesus right beside you, holding Your hand and guiding you through the tunnel.  Even though it's too dark for you to see Him, He's still there.  So hold on to that hand and trust.  It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more essay, I think I'm ready. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-702172901803987048?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/702172901803987048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=702172901803987048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/702172901803987048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/702172901803987048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7931768129441844900</id><published>2008-12-09T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:20.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy.</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think that I'm crazy.  Nobody thinks the fact that I'm upset about not being with my parents and friends I'm used to celebrating my birthday with is really a big deal.  I should just get over it and enjoy my birthday as best I can.&lt;br /&gt;So then, if all these people think I should get over it... perhaps I should?&lt;br /&gt;sdklfjjwe&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Crazzzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7931768129441844900?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7931768129441844900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7931768129441844900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7931768129441844900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7931768129441844900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy.html' title='Crazy.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2735201258359789530</id><published>2008-12-09T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:29:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude.</title><content type='html'>I have a huge speech to prepare (from scratch) before tomorrow morning at 7:30.  And I can NOT focus.  So often I'm finding that it really has to be crunch time before I'm motivated to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that depression makes it hard to focus on much of anything.  All that I want to do these days is write and sleep.  Haha.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so not very funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Well we started talking again.  Rather I began communicating with Him again, He never stops talking to us.  It's amazing to think that we can be in constant communication with our Lord and Savior.  What an open path of communication.  I don't think I could constantly talk to ANYONE.  Let alone what an honor it is to constantly talk to the KING OF THE UNIVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying has always been really difficult for me, so usually when things start going down the drain that's the thing that stops first.  And apparently not praying is not the best thing.  As I have been going down this path I've started to realize that my prayer time does not have to be this time where I ask great blessings upon the people around me.  It's normal conversation.  Conversations I would have with good friends and family.  It helps me to better understand what a picture of prayer really looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nice to speak with Him again.  It's like getting over a fight with a good friend and catching up over the past few weeks you haven't been talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't yet changed the fact that life is just hard right now.  But I have given up trying to make everything better and trying to solve everything in one go.  It simply isn't realistic.  And it's not how we are made.  Life is a process and it typically doesn't get fixed in one day.  So no more trying to be superwoman and save myself.  I'm leaving it up to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is Friday.  And I'm sad.  I won't be with people that have always been there to celebrate it with me.  But I suppose it's time to forge new memories with new friends.  And that part is exciting.  But it will still be the hardest birthday I've yet experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy, but at least I know Jesus is holding it in His strong and careful hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are well.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2735201258359789530?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2735201258359789530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2735201258359789530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2735201258359789530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2735201258359789530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dude.html' title='Dude.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5173797832129588650</id><published>2008-12-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:52:24.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn.</title><content type='html'>The dawn of day begins to break.  She looks out the window and sighs.  A bright blue is barely peaking through pink and orange hues.  The beauty of a Master Creator is shining for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is still beating.  Her lungs are still breathing.  Her mouth can still smile.  She made it through another night.  There is much to be thankful for in a broken world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sigh is a mixture of contentment and also of anxiety.  Her anxious thoughts are numerous, yet she tries to appreciate the beauty of the moment.  Living in the moment is a strange concept these days.  Her future and past dominate her thoughts.  Regrets regarding the past haunt her soul.  Hopes for the future dominate her dreams.  And her present?  She just can't deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping off the bed she pads down the hall toward the kitchen.  She pours a cup of coffee and adds some hazelnut creamer.  Sniffing in the aroma she closes her eyes and lays her head against the frosty window.  So much has changed, so much is still the same.  Taking a sip of her coffee she decides to open up the journal that has been gathering a layer of dust for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over the past entry she laughs almost mockingly.  It was filled with such joy and hope.  And what happened the next day?  She crashed of course.  Spiraling downward she fell into her depression.  Depression was a pool of black, murky water she was all too familiar with.  These days instead of trying to fight it, she usually just sat in it, soaking it up.  At least she felt something during these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After popping her knuckles she began writing furiously.  Pain, pain of the present moment, flowed from her fingers.  Sentences that she hadn't allowed to escape from deep down in her soul poured forth onto the pages.  Words that asked the questions deep in her mind.  Words that voiced her doubts, anger, frustration, and sadness.  Words that exposed the helplessness she felt for people nearest her, let alone the billions of hurting souls in the world.  So much had been weighing her down.  She felt anchored to the very depths of hell.  Chains were choking her so much that scars were embedded deep into her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journaling wasn't enough.  She fell to her knees and screamed.  Tears fell from her eyes unceasingly.  She was SO tired.  So tired of trying, so tired of caring, so tired of fixing things.  She couldn't do it anymore.  The weight of the world was not hers to carry.  Falling further she sobbed upon her face until there was nothing left.  Laying on the ground she could utter no other words except for "I surrender."  With these two words repeated over and over the weight began to lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece, chains began to break, scars began to heal.  The anchor that had been weighing her down was broken and her body began to float.  The burning embers of hell no longer controlled her body.  Her heart was being set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who had been willing to save her soul, was still willing to save her in this moment.  The realization that He never leaves and was there during the darkest times, including the past two weeks was almost more than she could handle.  New tears began to flow freely.  These tears were not those anger, deep sadness, or frustration.  They were tears of hope.  Not hope for the future, but hope for the present moment.  Because in the present moment, Jesus was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours of lying on the floor she picked herself back up and began to walk back toward her bedroom.  The scars, more faint, were still present.  They would serve as reminders.  Her throat burned from the pain that had been released and she knew this feeling would return again one day.  Her eyes were heavy, but it was worth it because her heart was lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would never be perfect, at least not during her time on earth.  But perhaps, just maybe, there is in fact more than trudging through the muck and mire alone.  She smiled faintly as she thought about her Jesus.  It would be a long journey of healing.  A long journey of going Home.  But the path she could handle, the obstacles she could jump, the twists she could turn, because He had already done the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she reached her windown she tore open the blinds further.  She was not surprised to see the sky fully blue and the sun high up.  A new day had dawned, a new page had turned, and knowing that the pen was no longer in her hand was the thing she was most thankful for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5173797832129588650?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5173797832129588650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5173797832129588650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5173797832129588650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5173797832129588650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4378421616849806494</id><published>2008-12-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:32:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, Life, Sunflower Seeds, Emotions</title><content type='html'>Don't make plans...&lt;br /&gt;I did not get caught up on anyone's blogs, I have not finished your letter yet Steph, homework has fallen to the way side.&lt;br /&gt;Life is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower seeds are yummy, but they hurt my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions... I'm too emotional about 1/2 of my life and too emotionless about the other half.  Something must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;God is challenging me.  I'm challenging God.  Questions with no answers spin around in my soul.  Painful.&lt;br /&gt;Barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My campus pastor, Bill, says it's a good thing I've been having hard times lately.  It shows God is growing me.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it is to choose joy when all you feel is anger, frustration, sadness?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do, we all go through these times.&lt;br /&gt;Today the pressure is not so painful, breathing is somewhat easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running away from anyone that is having problems.  I feel like a horrible person.  But I just can't counsel people right now.  I'm being emotionally drained by myself, let alone other people.  It DOES cause more pain when I, the mother hen to all her friends and anyone else that needs help, just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Broken.  I feel broken.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given up talking to God, at least not journaling to Him.  Prayer is a bit harder for me, but writing is my outlet.  Pain flows from my fingers, and yet I know He still loves me and I still love Him.  I know He died for me and I would die for Him.  The basics are still there, and that's the hope that keeps me going.  As for all these strange, challenging, frustrating details?  We're apparently working through it.  It's a slow, grueling process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the energy to battle it.  I don't have the energy to deal with the mundane details of life like homework and job stuff and whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED time with God.&lt;br /&gt;Time that isn't going to be interrupted.  Time that doesn't end up with me thinking about the 85 million things that I have to do.  I need time with my Jesus focused entirely upon me and Him.  And more than just hour increments here and there.  My soul needs it.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Should.&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe You In - Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking hold, breaking in&lt;br /&gt;The pressures all need to circulate&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized and taken in&lt;br /&gt;Moving slow, so it resonates&lt;br /&gt;It's time to rest, not to sleep away&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts alone, try to complicate&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best, to seek you out&lt;br /&gt;And be myself, and not impersonate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to not walk away&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll still carry on and on just the same&lt;br /&gt;I've always been strong&lt;br /&gt;But can't make this happen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;The fear of becoming&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of running&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breath you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in, so cover me&lt;br /&gt;Your compass will, help me turn the page&lt;br /&gt;The laughing stock, I'll never be&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't let them take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took awhile to see all the love that's around me&lt;br /&gt;Through the highs and lows there's a truth that I've known&lt;br /&gt;And it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been strong&lt;br /&gt;But can't make this happen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;The fear of becoming&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of running&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I need to breathe, I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to, I want to&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe; I want to, I want to&lt;br /&gt;Wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I wanna breathe&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/7749743653823436919-4378421616849806494?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4378421616849806494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4378421616849806494' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4378421616849806494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4378421616849806494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans-life-sunflower-seeds-emotions.html' title='Plans, Life, Sunflower Seeds, Emotions'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3779395006278748007</id><published>2008-11-29T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:25:58.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha is...</title><content type='html'>Flying home(?) or flying away from home, depending on how you look at things...&lt;br /&gt;She will respond to comments later, and will get caught up on your blogs within the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepheny Weaver- I am going to write your letter and send it Monday!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Steph- I am excited you are blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else- MUCH LOVE :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3779395006278748007?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3779395006278748007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3779395006278748007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3779395006278748007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3779395006278748007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/samantha-is.html' title='Samantha is...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3134427646840070487</id><published>2008-11-20T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:50:13.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick-Tock</title><content type='html'>Tick-Tock goes the clock as I wait for the time to pass.  Seven more hours and I'll be in the airport, waiting for my flight to take me to Lewiston.  Nine more hours and I'll be on the airplane that takes me home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO excited to see my parents.  And I look forward to seeing old friends.  Tonight, after I put my parents to bed ;) I am going to see Twilight with my good friend Heather... the midnight premiere of it!!  It should be great fun :D  I know of a couple other girlfriends that are gonna go to it too.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as that is not until much later, I am trying to enjoy my day.  Each minute is a precious GIFT and I must rejoice in the day the Lord made.  I'm enjoying my time at the Biblical Studies Center.  I am going to read part of Pilgrim's Progress, eat a Turkey Dinner for lunch, and then go to my Bible as Literature class.  Good fellowship all day long.  My heart is leaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do love Boise and all that I'm learning.  I know that God has me here for a reason.  The people that I've met that have been impacting me is so vital in my walk with the Lord.  And I really feel like for the first time I'm making a difference for the Kingdom.  It's a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blessings, I've been doing this thing that each time I journal I write a list of all of that day's blessings.  It is a huge help in reminding me all that I have and it helps me think more of the positive than the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a random, quick update, but since I finally had some time I thought I would write a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are well.&lt;br /&gt;-Love, Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3134427646840070487?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3134427646840070487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3134427646840070487' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3134427646840070487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3134427646840070487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock.html' title='Tick-Tock'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6447800634422365374</id><published>2008-11-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:29:19.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiNBmNl88Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiNBmNl88Pk&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6447800634422365374?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6447800634422365374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6447800634422365374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6447800634422365374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6447800634422365374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/powerful-video.html' title='Powerful Video'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5348527702971048426</id><published>2008-11-10T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:40:07.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Writer's block is quite a wretched thing.&lt;br /&gt;Words float around in the brain, eager to be placed in order on paper (or... on blogspot ;)  Thus far, my brain has not been able to communicate well with my hands in order to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why God cares so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;-I taught the toddlers in my church yesterday, it was GREAT (:  I love little kids!!&lt;br /&gt;-I went to Disney on Ice with my auntie and her grandson (the best little boy EVER!!!), it was great.  I love being a little kid ;)&lt;br /&gt;-I fly home in ten days.&lt;br /&gt;-I have lots of homework to accomplish between then and now.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm jogging/walking with hopes of running again (:&lt;br /&gt;-I am the epitome of a dead broke college student.  Donations can be sent to... ;)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm fasting breakfast and dinner today, and all day Wednesday.  I would love your prayers as Wednesday will be my first time doing this.  And I know it says we should not fast as the pharisees do, but I'm really not asking for your prayers for attention.  I believe Satan wishes us to feel like we can't tell anyone when we really do need the encouragement and prayers from other believers.  We are a body for a reason (:&lt;br /&gt;-Life is overall good.  But I'm dealing with a lot of past issues (or... not dealing) and Jesus is trying to clean out my heart.  It's a painful process.  But I REALLY am joyful and I REALLY am thankful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lotssofloveandprayerss you bloggies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5348527702971048426?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5348527702971048426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5348527702971048426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5348527702971048426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5348527702971048426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2601698679018275467</id><published>2008-11-05T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:20:59.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Break.</title><content type='html'>I need to take a break from the paper that I am writing.  So, I'm going to capture some of my college moments for you bloggers with pictures from my cell phone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=17&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=17&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I sleep every night.  It's typically not that pretty looking, don't let me fool you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=16&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=16&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I do all my homework, unless I am in the library... speaking of the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=3&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=3&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have found quite a lovely place to do my hardest work, it's peaceful, very quiet, I love it (:  Plus it's on the third floor and after 21, 3 is my favorite number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=2&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=2&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, before the library closed I was working diligently on my five-page+ paper for Western History, good times!!&lt;br /&gt;College is NOT all work and no play (it's a lie they try to scare you with, I promise!)  Me and my girls have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=9&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=9&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bake cookies, and they are absolutely delicious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=10&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=10&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We take crazy pictures in bathrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=13&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=13&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We play with ponies and elves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=18&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=18&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Football games are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=12&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=12&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting free coffee from Dutch Bros. is a talent (: one I have mastered, yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=15&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=15&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes we get owies (I take care of people, don't worry! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=1&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=1&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We make yummy caramel dipped apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=4&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=4&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We get stuck in rush-hour traffic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=5&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=5&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND we gets to play with animals :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=14&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://by138w.bay138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=14&amp;amp;messageId=0a86c1a5-a49a-4620-b3d6-ae8fbb81119c&amp;amp;Aux=54%7C0%7C8CB0DF2380735D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;College is the life for me.  I am certainly blessed.  Oh yes (:  Hope you enjoy pictures from my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Samantha/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Samantha/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Samantha/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2601698679018275467?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2601698679018275467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2601698679018275467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2601698679018275467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2601698679018275467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/break.html' title='Break.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2306717828264008263</id><published>2008-11-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:51:11.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Messy.</title><content type='html'>My room is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My finances are messy.&lt;br /&gt;My relationships are messy.&lt;br /&gt;My body is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My college education is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My future is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My present is messy.&lt;br /&gt;My past is messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the crazy purple... Jesus is the perfect circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SRIwPkDKEwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nDLw_0Bnvjg/s1600-h/meandjesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SRIwPkDKEwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nDLw_0Bnvjg/s320/meandjesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323958282621698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a messy, sinful, disgusting human being (even if I choose to draw myself as the bestest color in the world! ;))  And you know how my Father sees me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know how?  You know why???  Because I'm found in Jesus.  I'm made whole in His name.  My transgressions are lost in the sinlessness of this Divine Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what's going on in my life, no matter how crappy I think I am.  No matter my past, my present or my future.  I am made WHOLE when found in my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7749743653823436919-2306717828264008263?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2306717828264008263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2306717828264008263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2306717828264008263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2306717828264008263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/messy.html' title='Messy.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SRIwPkDKEwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nDLw_0Bnvjg/s72-c/meandjesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1637787625736229176</id><published>2008-11-01T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:33:09.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Life</title><content type='html'>This life is crazy my dear friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding more and more that it is quite possible for me to experience absolutely every single emotion in the course of 12 hours.  From absolute bliss to contentment.  To frustration with my life to praising the Creator for how perfect my life is.  Going from a whiny brat to a child flat on her face asking forgiveness.  And of course the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not the best day for me, and yet in so many ways it was the PERFECT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, wide awake, ready to start the day.  Stepped outside of my dorm and the weather was warm.  This has been a rarity, especially at 7:30 in the morning.  I smiled and trotted along toward my class and enjoyed learning about the next speech we will be producing.  Afterward I had breakfast with my friends Matthew and Abby.  After Matthew left Abby and I had a delightful and insightful discussion over the struggles women face that are so often seen as only a man's struggle (will post about this another time.)  Continuing my day I went back to my dorm spent some time doing nothing too exciting, napped, then went to my Philosophy class.  Walking back to my dorm I was struck by how beautiful the campus is.  Leaves were swirling around, students were laughing and chatting, workers were clearing the leaves from the pathway, it was so picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a package from one of my dearest and oldest friends from my hometown.  Eagerly ripping it open, I pulled out a book and a three-page long letter.  Walking around the campus, waiting for a friend to eat lunch with, I pored over the letter.  It was straight out of a movie... picture it: A young blonde girl, Freshmen in college, just received a letter from a dear friend of her "past" while waiting for a "new" friend to continue her present with, anyway.  The letter spoke of deep heartache, deep questions, and a yearning... a yearning for something more... different.  And as I read these broken words I wanted so dearly to just hold her and pray over her and tell her everything would be okay, but I couldn't.  And that's when the day began to go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts swirled around in my brain - angry thoughts, frustrated thoughts, hopeless thoughts.  Where am I?  Am I where God wants me to be?  If so, why do I feel so helpless?  Why do I feel so alone?  Why AM I so alone?  What is He going to do with my life?  Why don't I have the answers?  WHY WHY WHY?!  These thoughts were penetrating my heart and mind.  Thoughts of complete doubt.  Sinful thoughts of doubt.  And where was I a mere few minutes ago?  Completely content with my life and enjoying my life with my Savior.  In hindsight, I can see this as an attack of the enemy.  At the time?  I knew something was so inherently wrong with me, something was so sick and dark and twisted in me, that I was not a worthy person.  So I slept.  And slept.  Read.  And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father called me to wish me a Happy Halloween and I started bawling.  Pangs of homesickness washed over me, my first holiday away from my dear parents.  I couldn't handle it... I called my CaseyMay and boy did she speak the truth to me.  What are friends for, if they do not speak the truth in love?  She would not have been my bestie if she hadn't turned me to our Lord.  Getting off the phone I was laying on my bed.  Hurt, frustrated, sad, falling into my pit of depression.  But as I cried out to my Jesus, telling Him what was going on, letting Him in... a peace came over me.  He is not called the Prince of Peace for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I don't have the answers.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I don't know where I'm going.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I can do nothing for the ones I love but pray.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I feel all alone.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I fear He will not use me.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I feel inadequate.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I feel worthless.  Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Father that He has the answers.  Trust in my Jesus that He knows where I'm going and He will guide my footsteps.  Trust that God will take care of my loved ones.  Trust that I'm NEVER ALONE.  Trust that God has a plan for my life.  Trust that I am not inadequate through Jesus.  Trust that my life was worth enough for my Savior to die on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting attacked, but I'm choosing joy for once.  I figured out Satan was trying to get hold of my heart and my life.  But he lost this battle and has already lost the war.  He will not pull me down.  I'm hanging on to my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night my pants were blessed off me (figuratively ;)  I found out my brother has a roommate (albeit a female) that believes in God and has a faith that she lives out... an answer to my prayer that God would bring into his life people that know God and will love on him.  I met with a woman who is willing to be my mentor.  A dear older woman, wise in the faith, wise in years, who is going to take me under her wing.  Willingly, happily ready to work with me.  I was able to fellowship with people I have come to love and adore.  And the most amazing of all?  God used me to minister to a homeless man, that man allowed me to pray for him and his struggles... and I wasn't afraid to step out because Jesus was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is indeed crazy, but my dear friends, my dear Jesus... and I wouldn't trade it for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1637787625736229176?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1637787625736229176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1637787625736229176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1637787625736229176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1637787625736229176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-life.html' title='This Life'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-9103136482117328671</id><published>2008-10-31T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:18:11.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween??</title><content type='html'>Since I grew up in a non-believing home I have always celebrated Halloween.  I remember the great anticipation of the days leading up to the night of candy, costumes, and family/friend time.  Never in all my 12 years of trick-or-treating did I believe that I was worshiping Satan.  Nor did I ever have satanic thoughts.  Nor did I ever believe I was going to become the thing of which I was dressing up to be.  I turned out to be a Bible-believing Christian after years of witch costumes, pumpkin costumes, clown costumes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I now question whether or not when I'm older if I'll let my children (if I ever do get married and have children) get dressed up and go trick-or-treating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I question whether or not I'll let them believe in Santa Clause?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I now forced to question whether or not I'll give them money for their baby teeth and say it was the tooth fairy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are wrong with these traditions as long as you keep in your heart and at the fore-front of your mind the one true King, Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my up-bringing and family traditions are at odds with Christian values.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that tonight, I'm dressing up as a butterfly and I'm going to a "Harvest Party" and I wonder, what in the world is the difference?  Dress it up however you like... Harvest Parties are Halloween in sheep's clothing.  But if it makes you feel better to call it something else, then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End Soap Box-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-9103136482117328671?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9103136482117328671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=9103136482117328671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/9103136482117328671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/9103136482117328671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween??'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7614850964763126361</id><published>2008-10-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:56:14.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My new man'/><title type='text'>So.. I Met This Man...</title><content type='html'>All right ladies.  I have a confession to make (well... and males, but no males ever post on my blog so I'm just assuming my readership is of the female kind.)  I met this man...  Well, I've known him for awhile... but I'm really getting to KNOW him lately.  He's been such a good guy.  He cares about my heart.  He cherishes the time we spend together.  He's full of wisdom.  He listens reallly well.  His advice has been perfect.  He fights for my heart.  Holds me so sweetly in his arms.  His whispers have the power to heal my soul.  His voice lulls me to sleep.  He's the first thing on my mind when I wake up.  I can NOT get him outta my head.  He's EVERYWHERE.  He's with me in all of my classes, He goes to Impact with Synergy with me.  He spends time with me when I'm at my aunt's and when I'm hanging out with my friends.  And I NEVER get tired of him.  He's perfect, he's "the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes by the name of Jesus, I wonder... do you know Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/7749743653823436919-7614850964763126361?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7614850964763126361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7614850964763126361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7614850964763126361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7614850964763126361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-met-this-man.html' title='So.. I Met This Man...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4799596644750402405</id><published>2008-10-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:40:51.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living for God'/><title type='text'>I'm Walking on Sonshine, wooooah!</title><content type='html'>Truly, these past three days have been overly delightful.  Never mind the fact that homework is quite a bother and I'm severely tired of my Economics class (mostly because of my creepy teacher, but that is another blog for another moment.)  I have been blessed by so many people.  Blessed by God.  I'm living in the moment, breath by breath.  Dancing around in the cold weather, wrapped in my warm scarf, coffee in one hand, friends' hands in the other.  I'm smiling as I feel God's love poured upon me.  My heart stretches to capacity as I anticipate the journey I am beginning with Him.  A journey of Him and I, just the two of us.  He has separated me from the most important people in my life, and is showing me that He really can be all that I need.  He IS all that I need.  He is all that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's showing me that I have an opportunity to become close with new people.  And even though I dread the thought of starting over and trying to forge new paths with new people, I'm finally ready.  And I finally feel like it's okay.  I know that my family and friends from Lewiston will always mean sooo much to me, and I to them, but we have indeed been separated for the moment, for a reason.  We are going down different paths (albeit quite parallel.)  It's so much fun and a real blessing for me to watch my friends grow, experience new things, and find their place in this world apart from me and their environment, their place with God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's my turn.  With God guiding my every footstep I'm going to become Samantha in Christ.  My faith is going to be my own.  My personality will be what my soul has been bursting to be.  I am going to go where God wants me to go, even if it's further away from the ones I love.  I know I feel pulls and desires for a reason, and I think it's time to give into those desires.  I'm tired of playing "good little Christian girl."  It was fun for awhile, but complacency is not where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing around, hurriedly spinning circles, leaping through the air, prancing around, and laughing the whole time.  Life is meant to be forward movement.  Life is meant to be experienced with joy (true joy that the Cross gives us.)  Life is meant to be placed in the Father's hands, for Jesus can give us life, and life abundantly.  I don't know where I'll be tomorrow, the next day, the week after, or three years down the road.  But I know that I'm entering into a relationship focused upon God and Jesus and the Loving Spirit.  And I know I've felt this way before, but something is different this time.  It's a heart understanding instead of a head understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to jump into my Daddy's arms and begin a lifelong journey, an eternal journey with Him.  I'm going to become the woman of God that I can, want, should be.  I'm gonna find my place in this world, a place that helps advance His kingdom.  I'm gonna be more than a bump on a log.  I would ask that you would pray for me as I begin my movement forward.  It's going to be a scary journey, but an exciting one.  And I know the enemy will try to stop me.  So prayers would be soo very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray, hurray!  I'm walking, jogging, running on Sonshine.  And my word, it feels good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4799596644750402405?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4799596644750402405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4799596644750402405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4799596644750402405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4799596644750402405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-walking-on-sonshine-wooooah.html' title='I&apos;m Walking on Sonshine, wooooah!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5823084824456634485</id><published>2008-10-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:12:54.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duuude, when you say it like this...</title><content type='html'>“The Cross was at once the most horrible and the most beautiful example of God’s wrath. It was the most just and the most gracious act in history. God would have been more than unjust, He would have been diabolical to punish Jesus if Jesus had not first willingly taken on Himself the sins of the world. Once Christ had done that, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once He volunteered to be the Lamb of God, laden with our sin&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He became the most grotesque and vile thing on this planet&lt;/span&gt;. With the concentrated load of sin He carried, He became utterly repugnant to the Father. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God poured out His wrath on this obscene thing&lt;/span&gt;. God made Christ accursed for the sin He bore. Herein was God’s holy justice perfectly manifest. Yet it was done &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for us&lt;/span&gt;. He took what justice demanded from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RC Sproul, The Holiness of God (Wheaton, IL: Tyndale House, 1998), 121.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When put this way... wow, it really makes a person think.&lt;br /&gt;(Emphasis mine.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5823084824456634485?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5823084824456634485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5823084824456634485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5823084824456634485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5823084824456634485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/duuude-when-you-say-it-like-this.html' title='Duuude, when you say it like this...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4516893539629516422</id><published>2008-10-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:24:16.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to mention how much I love my mommy.  She is getting all technologically advanced so that we can keep in better contact.  She has a MySpace, texts me, sends me pics and videos via our cell phones, these are quite amazing feats for her and I love that she is trying.&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, she totally makes me laugh.  She is constantly talking about how I need to get a job so that I can make my car payment.  So, I'm getting all these contacts for baby-sitting and what-not, and what does she say?  "Well, make sure that you have enough time to do your homework."  Haha, that woman, she's a cute one.  If I'm not striving for a job I need one, if I'm striving for a job I need to focus on school.  Truly, she's a gem.  YOU CAN'T HAVE HER ;)&lt;br /&gt;Unless your name is CaseyMay, in which case, I'll share :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4516893539629516422?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4516893539629516422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4516893539629516422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4516893539629516422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4516893539629516422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7902321537590324606</id><published>2008-10-13T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:11:43.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid-terms'/><title type='text'>Mid-terms</title><content type='html'>You know what else I love?&lt;br /&gt;Mid-terms.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?  Because when you see that 97% you realize all the studying/worrying/etc. paid off (:&lt;br /&gt;Hooraay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7902321537590324606?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7902321537590324606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7902321537590324606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7902321537590324606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7902321537590324606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-terms.html' title='Mid-terms'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-619980196488673290</id><published>2008-10-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:06:01.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafeteria'/><title type='text'>Cafeteria.</title><content type='html'>I've decided that over-all in the morning I quite adore Boise State's own Table Rock Cafe (the "snazzy" name for our cafeteria.)  It's peaceful, no screaming college kids in the morning.  They have the best yogurt and granola ever.  You get to see the football players in all their non-football glory (meaning, they aren't big men on campus when bleary-eyed and hungry like everyone else.)  It's simply, lovely. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I could do without?&lt;br /&gt;Pajamas.  I have decided that I am really not a fan of people in their pajamas.  I guess I just don't like to see what people sleep in (unless of course I've known you for longer than a period of two seconds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-619980196488673290?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/619980196488673290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=619980196488673290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/619980196488673290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/619980196488673290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/cafeteria.html' title='Cafeteria.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4874689000782109717</id><published>2008-10-09T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:48:48.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes her heart hurts so much she can only fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart is so happy she lights up the room with her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart hurts so much she can only dream of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart is so happy that her dreams become those of her Father.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart hurts so much she cries tears and nobody notices.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart is so happy that she'll laugh until she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart hurts so much she wonders if she'll make it to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her heart is so happy that she can ponder happily the next 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the drowning sorrow of depression.&lt;br /&gt;This is the joyful freedom of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two forces that battle for her soul daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who won the battle today?&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she can remember Who will win the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4874689000782109717?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4874689000782109717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4874689000782109717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4874689000782109717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4874689000782109717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3761013758548330821</id><published>2008-10-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:27:25.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Sami is</title><content type='html'>SICK :(&lt;br /&gt;It could be due to the fact that I baby-sat two childrens with colds.  Or the fact I only got three hours of sleep last night.  Or the fact I didn't write a five-page paper until this morning at 4:00 am and was completely stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:  Take your pick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3761013758548330821?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3761013758548330821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3761013758548330821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3761013758548330821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3761013758548330821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/sami-is.html' title='Sami is'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8287227756553160140</id><published>2008-10-07T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:16:41.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shack'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>I read The Shack by William Young over the weekend.  Really amazing and fantastic book.  I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a quite lengthy post, so I will post it once I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to comment all of you lovely people out in blog-land ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm barely keeping my head above water though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you and thinking of you often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8287227756553160140?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8287227756553160140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8287227756553160140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8287227756553160140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8287227756553160140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3436154552806204291</id><published>2008-10-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:46:41.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's current cry.</title><content type='html'>The Reality of Being Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk by you, you don't notice.  I smile, you don't see the sadness.  I laugh, you don't see the tears.  I tell you what you want to hear, you don't see through my lies.  I dance, you can't see that my heart isn't in it.  I breathe, you don't see the pain it causes me.  I reach out, and you pull away.  I turn away and search for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the Bible, I'm beginning to question.  I pray because I can and should, not because I want to.  I'm living the perfect Christian life, my brain KNOWS, but my heart DOESN'T.  I am convicted, but don't know what to do about it.  I know there's more to this life, but right now I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out... I don't hear Your answer.  I want to stop hurting, You allow the pain to continue.  I'm tired of the depression that I just can't beat, You're trying to bring me closer, I'm only pulling away.  My faith is dry.  You say the faith of a mustard seed; I say what if I have the faith only the size of an electron?  Is that enough?  You walk toward me, I retreat further into myself.  You have a plan, a purpose, a future for me and I can barely make it through the next minute.  I asked you to break me, I didn't know it would feel so empty.  I didn't know I'd feel so alone.  When I call out, I doubt that you hear me.  I'm reaching, searching, grasping, will You meet me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You turn my black roses red?  Can You awaken my dead heart?  Can You help me breathe?  Can You help me understand You?  Can I know You better?  Can I be the servant You want me to be?  Can You forgive me?  Can You really be all that I need?  Can we just spend some time together?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3436154552806204291?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3436154552806204291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3436154552806204291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3436154552806204291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3436154552806204291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hearts-current-cry.html' title='My heart&apos;s current cry.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6181641376542760438</id><published>2008-09-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:14:18.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went back to Lewiston this past week from Wednesday to Sunday.  It was... different than what I thought it would be.  Refreshing, busy, exciting, sad: all my emotions were what I thought they'd be.  But as far as Lewiston feeling like home?  That would be a negative.  And yet, does this dorm feel like home?  No.  I think that I'm in a place of limbo right now.  Perhaps I won't have a true home until I settle down in one spot for longer than a year.  But seeing as how my living situation probably won't be so permanent, at least for a couple of years, I'm currently just floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of my life feels like limbo.  So many times I'm just waiting for something more.  So many times I'm just yearning for what's next.  You know this, I've spoken of it before.  So how do you get to the point where you are completely content?  Especially when Satan is constantly warring with Jesus for your soul.  Can you really be content amongst that turmoil?  Can you really be content when Satan is constantly distracting you?  I understand trying to be joyful in all situations, and to count is as a blessing when you face trials, but contentment?  I don't know about that.&lt;br /&gt;And should one be content with the current state of the many unsaved souls around them?  Should we be okay with how many people Satan has won over (if for the moment?)  I don't think we should be content with that.  I think we should be battling against the forces with all of our hearts, of course remembering Who is in control, but honestly, I think contentment is a joke.  Perhaps, as Christians, we have gotten to be too content.  Too safe and sound in our little bubble of Christianity.  WE go to church, WE pray, WE spend time with God.  But what of those people that have yet to experience the love of God?  Do we just sit back contentedly while Satan reigns in their life?  I don't think so.  Should we as Christians be content in our walk with Jesus?  Once again, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting tired of mediocrity.  In my own life most of all.  I think these past few weeks I've been too set on trying to be content instead of making something happen.  Maybe I feel bad inside for a reason.  Maybe God is trying to push me.  Heaven forbid He'd want me to actually grow instead of be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the answers.  I don't have even my own answer.  I just know that something has to change.  Something has to be different about my walk.  Something has to be different about my life.  I think that my yearning for more is there for a reason, sometimes yearning for more (as long as it's in line with what God wants for us) is a good thing.  It's something necessary.  I think we need to stop lying to ourselves about being content, it's an excuse.  We sit back far too often while people die around us, condemned to hell for eternity, because we were busy trying to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul just doesn't feel right.  And maybe, that's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6181641376542760438?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6181641376542760438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6181641376542760438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6181641376542760438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6181641376542760438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-went-back-to-lewiston-this-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6326448242995774191</id><published>2008-09-15T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:06:00.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>Did you know that when you turn off the noise, an amazing peace can occur.  For three or so hours I turned off my phone, walked away from my computer, got dinner and went on a date with Jesus.  Do you even understand how freeing it was to finally not have the distraction of my cell phone?  The one mechanism I am attached to more than anything else?  The one technological advance that can really distract me from my Heavenly Father?  It was amazing.  So much so, that I still haven't turned it back on.  The only reason I'm on my computer is because I had homework and just wanted to share the peace, relief, joyfulness I felt when I turned off the noise and distractions and tuned into what God had to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more at peace now with my situation than I have been since I got here.  I renewed some vows, made some new ones, figured out priorities, and have a new heart for school.  For once, I don't feel disgruntled.  I don't feel like something is missing.  I don't feel as though I have a need that must be filled.  I'm just, content.  I'm not yearning for the future, I'm happy to be right here, right now.  I'm not yearning for a boy to sweep me off my feet, because Jesus is the only Man I need.  I'm not yearning to be touched, because my Father holds me when I sleep, and takes my hand throughout the day.  I'm not worried about any homework, any tests that are coming up, or anything else concerning school because I'm going to make it a priority (what else am I really spending money on) and do my best.  I'm not concerned about which school I'm going to transfer to, or what career I'm going to have because God will reveal it to me in His good time.  And I'm not concerned about any of my relationships with friends or family or even God anymore.  I'm cutting myself some slack, God has already forgiven me for not putting Him first, and so now... bit by bit, I'm going to make Him my first priority and everyone else will be secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking along the river observing the people around me, the scenery, breathtaking creation I came upon a father/daughter pair.  The dad was maybe 25 or so and the young girl was probably about five.  It was truly a precious sight.  They each had a vanilla ice cream cone and the father was staring at his daughter with complete adoration, hanging onto every word she was saying.  I smile now, even more than I did then, because I think of how my relationship can and is this way with God.  He was with me in the park, walking by my side, hanging onto my every thought, staring at me with adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus LOVES me.  The greatest love of all.  The most amazing love.  The truest love.  The most perfect love.  Everlasting, divine love.  The only love I will always have for eternity.  How great is that?  Oh I feel like dancing, singing, shouting, running.  That kind of love can move mountains.  But before I get to the stage in my life where God can use me to move those mountains, I'm content where I am.  He is changing my heart, cleaning out any unrighteous thing in me, and revealing the desires of my heart.  I AM running after His heart, even when I think I'm completely dense and stunted.  He never lets me stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running the good race toward His heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6326448242995774191?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6326448242995774191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6326448242995774191' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6326448242995774191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6326448242995774191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-4248615434069208869</id><published>2008-09-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:15:15.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Set the World on Fire.</title><content type='html'>I wanna set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;Until it`s burning bright for You&lt;br /&gt;It`s everything that I desire&lt;br /&gt;Can I be the one You use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I am small but&lt;br /&gt;You, You are big enough&lt;br /&gt;I, I am weak but&lt;br /&gt;You, You are strong enough to&lt;br /&gt;Take my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come and give them wings&lt;br /&gt;Lord with You&lt;br /&gt;There`s nothing I can not do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I cannot do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feed the hungry children&lt;br /&gt;And reach across the farthest land&lt;br /&gt;And tell the broken there is healing&lt;br /&gt;And mercy in the Father`s hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands my feet&lt;br /&gt;My everything&lt;br /&gt;My life, my love&lt;br /&gt;Lord, use me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;I wanna set the world on fire, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m gonna set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;Set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Britt Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-4248615434069208869?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4248615434069208869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=4248615434069208869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4248615434069208869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/4248615434069208869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-set-world-on-fire.html' title='I Wanna Set the World on Fire.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2564462250530524150</id><published>2008-09-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:54:38.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASEY'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASEY MAY (:</title><content type='html'>My dearest best friend Casey May,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hello darling, today is your 20th birthday.  How long it seems that it has been since we first met even though it's only been a couple of years.  Ha, come to think of it, we met when you were 18 and guess how old I am?!? (For at least three more months.)  So much has changed in two years.  We are completely different people now.  I have had the privilege of seeing you grow in your faith, in your relationships, and just overall as a young woman of God.&lt;br /&gt;    You have been the most wonderful influence on me.  I can truly say you are my soul mate best friend.  You push me, iron me ;) and challenge me in the best ways.  So today, I want to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;    Truly you have grown into one of the most patient, loving, good, kind, joyful, peaceful, gentle, faithful, self-controlled people I know.  (:  I can't wait until I see how much you have changed in another two years.  But for now, I'm excited to see where your 20th year takes you as you falling God's heart.  You are standing on His promises, morphing into a most faithful servant.  It's truly a blessing to experience this part of your life, even though it's not as much as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;    I love you so very much my dearest best friend.  Here's wishing you the HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your sister in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2564462250530524150?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2564462250530524150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2564462250530524150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2564462250530524150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2564462250530524150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-casey-may.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASEY MAY (:'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-197604600499113233</id><published>2008-09-06T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:53:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me go there</title><content type='html'>Running after His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this moment, if I were to be honest, I'd be lucky to be able to say I was crawling painstakingly slow after His heart.  I do a lot of talking in my walk with the Lord, and sometimes I do some walking, but not often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really compared your relationship with God to that of your relationship with your spouse, best friend, brother, sister, a parent?  Who do you spend more time with?  Who do you tell more to?  Who do you go to for advice first?  Who do you call with exciting news first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be honest, God would not be my answer for any of those questions.  Hopefully for most of you, you'd be able to answer our Lord and Saviour, but I can't.  I disgust myself really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRULY desire to do what God has planned for my life.  I want to go to a Bible college or Christian University and get a degree that will best enable me to serve the Body of Christ.  I want to marry the right guy.  I want to have a good family.  I want to have good, strong, Christ-centered relationships with my friends and family.  But, how can I do that when I do not spend enough time with God?  How can I know His will for my life if I don't talk about it with HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a poopy.  And once again I need my Father to clean me up, lovingly discipline me, and set me back up on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interesting, stupid need to be perfect.  No wonder I don't go to Jesus as I should.  I think I'm above His help.  And that's the farthest thing from the truth.  He is the only ONE that can be my Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;Your messy, ashamed, daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-197604600499113233?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/197604600499113233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=197604600499113233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/197604600499113233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/197604600499113233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-go-there.html' title='Let me go there'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6350047984118688360</id><published>2008-09-04T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:07:13.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Heart and Please Break it.</title><content type='html'>The sun was shining as I walked toward my dorm.  The birds were chirping, the grass was green with moisture, the air was crisp yet warm, people were riding their bikes; the world was spinning around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seemed perfect and I was the awkward depressed girl.  I hate how I can have everything going so well, I can be so happy, and then at the drop of a hat I'm beyond sad and in a giant gaping hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm missing something.  I know that God is the only one who can fill any void that I have, so I went on a walk with Him... actually I call it more of a date.  I get dinner, walk a ways, sit down in the park, eat with Him, continue walking, read His word, pray, be still, know He is God.  I've done this twice, same day of the past two weeks.  I think God really wants my attention.  I just don't know, I just feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is Hope, there is Light, there is Truth.  And I will run after His heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6350047984118688360?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6350047984118688360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6350047984118688360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6350047984118688360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6350047984118688360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-my-heart-and-please-break-it.html' title='Take My Heart and Please Break it.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6402878120152396708</id><published>2008-08-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:53:15.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>College is the life for me!</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;College makes me happy.  This has got to be the best invention next to electricity (or what-have-you.)  I'm enjoying it avidly, meeting tons of people, taking challenging courses (even two Bible courses!!), and having great fellowship with the Christians on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a whirlwind of activity.  Days run into one another and it's hard to believe that tomorrow is only Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start or how to explain my experience so far.  It's more than I ever imagined, definitely challenging, but perfect for that reason.  I can already feel that I'm going to grow so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word on the campus is that God is going to be doing some big things this year at BSU.  I'm hearing it left and right from all sorts of people.  This is an exciting thing to be apart of.  This is an exciting place to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a Church I really liked and I signed up for children's ministry.  Hopefully I will be able to get on there and help out, but if not God will lead me where He wants me to be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't even know.  There's just soooo much.  I've definitely been reading your blogs, even if I don't get a chance to comment and I'm praying for you - my dear friends in Christ.  I think about you often, and hope to get a chance tomorrow or so to catch up and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running after HIS heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6402878120152396708?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6402878120152396708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6402878120152396708' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6402878120152396708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6402878120152396708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-is-life-for-me.html' title='College is the life for me!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-7981154792544743771</id><published>2008-08-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:31:13.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>A mix of emotions.</title><content type='html'>Tears rolled down my cheeks as I said yet another good-bye to my mom on the phone.  I stared around my tiny dorm room, my new home and almost lost it.  Looking out the window I saw families walking around together.  Students that still had their mommy and daddy with them.  I thought about how I had to say goodbye days ago, and move myself in with only the help and support of Meghan, a very new friend.  What an emotionally and physically taxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it all worth it?"  I wondered to myself.  Taking a deep breath I packed an overnight bag so I could return to my aunt's house to house-sit for one more night.  Feeling guilty and anxious about what I would miss out on that night, it was with some trepidation I locked my room and began the 5 minute trek to my car.  Relief began to flow from my body with each step closer to my car.  Steps that would take me to a safe place, and a safe place that would take me to a house I can call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was peaceful.  The sun was setting over the Treasure Valley.  As I looked up and in front of me I was reminded of how God is so completely in control.  He has a plan for me to be here.  He has hands that are guiding my every step.  He has love that will fill up any hole that needs repair.  My God, is a great, big, loving, perfect God.  And as I observed the bustle of my new home, my beautiful city, I smiled, a truly joyful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-7981154792544743771?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7981154792544743771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=7981154792544743771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7981154792544743771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/7981154792544743771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/mix-of-emotions.html' title='A mix of emotions.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3106623187893591228</id><published>2008-08-21T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:04:00.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>So it turns out...</title><content type='html'>It turns out that I skipped that whole freakishly upset part (see post two below.)  Right now, I'm perfectly happy and content.  I have had a few moments where I get sad and I've cried twice, but really... I'm not overly emotional.  I don't know if that's because I'm in denial, or if I'm really okay, but it sure is nice not to be a complete wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely loving Boise.  Been hanging out with my auntie and my older cousin Chris and his girlfriend Ash and their baby boy Braydon (he's soo cute!)  Plus, the friend I made when I came down for orientation, we got together today and had fun (:  So perhaps keeping busy helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I move into my dorm and Meghan (above friend) is going to help me.  What an exciting time!  But also nervewracking.  With God, anything and everything is possible and okay lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Church all by myself on Sunday (yes I am a big kid now.)  It was nice, but weird to be shopping for a church to call home.  I won't be able to church hop down here, I'll need to find one really good one that feels right.  What a daunting task.  But the Lord will lead me to where He wants me to be.  And it will be sooo nice to finally have a Church family.  I've never known what that is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you all have been well!  I miss you guys but you are in my daily thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running after His Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3106623187893591228?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3106623187893591228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3106623187893591228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3106623187893591228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3106623187893591228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-it-turns-out.html' title='So it turns out...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6772961448678509219</id><published>2008-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:46:50.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Washington Future</title><content type='html'>I love the west coast of Oregon and Washington.  It's so green.  It's weird to be in a city and yet soo surrounded by forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to leave &lt;3&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yet tomorrow begins the journey home... home is a loosely translated word.  Home for a few more days, then onto a new home.  A home of nothing solid, yet everything to come.  My future, blank canvas, ready for that first splash of color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuck in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I've been thinking (not seriously) of running away for a year, to just be.  Be somewhere.  Be someone.  Be nowhere.  Be noone.  The possibilities of this life, truly are limitless.  Who says I have to go to college, who says I need to live a certain somewhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is much to be discovered about this beautiful world.  God created a breathtaking masterpiece, and I have seen only the most minute portion.  I'm yearning for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yearning for less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yearning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yearning to be content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6772961448678509219?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6772961448678509219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6772961448678509219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6772961448678509219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6772961448678509219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/oregon-washington-future.html' title='Oregon Washington Future'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1974552477371488556</id><published>2008-08-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:30:59.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>In this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakishly content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven days from now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'll be freakishly upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The difference....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...one week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...makes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1974552477371488556?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1974552477371488556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1974552477371488556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1974552477371488556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1974552477371488556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2730434747678362987</id><published>2008-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:13:07.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe.</title><content type='html'>Everyone going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody with nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;I like airports (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposeful, with a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Something that totally makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Something tangible.&lt;br /&gt;Something that isn't confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Point A to Point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airports are my kind of thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No second guessing here, no wandering, no wondering.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, me and my laptop, me and my music, me, alone and happy.&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/7749743653823436919-2730434747678362987?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2730434747678362987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2730434747678362987' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2730434747678362987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2730434747678362987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/hehe.html' title='Hehe.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-759355375411859914</id><published>2008-08-01T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:07:55.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I was finally able to doze off because I knew you were coming over.  I knew I wasn't alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words were spoken to me by a good friend who is going through a really recent, really rough break-up.  Obviously, she hasn't been able to sleep, because of all the pain.  She was saying how weird it is to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are part of a two-some for an extended period of time, it begins to define you.  That alone, should not make you the person that you are, but it is a large part of you no matter how much you spin it.  We can try to pretend a relationship is just a relationship, but I think most married couples, and most serious relationshippers would tell us that a large part of you is defined by your relationship.  So when that ends, the whole definition of your life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to be held?  Why do we yearn for a space (typically a body of the opposite sex) to fill a void?  Why do we want someone to listen to us?  Why do we want someone to tell us everything is going to be all right?  Why do we have family?  Why do we have friends?  Why do we go through messy relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Because, we don't want to be alone.  We all just want to know that if we were to die, someone would notice.  We just want to know that if we were hurt, someone would be there.  We just want to know that if we had exciting news, we would be able to share it with someone.  Humans were designed for relationships.  And in a world where it's a struggle each and every day, we need people on our side for encouragement, love, and laughter for when the going gets tough.  God gave us the beautiful gift of love.&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 13:13 says " But now faith, hope, &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;, abide these three; but the &lt;b&gt;greatest&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;these&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;" and John 13:34 says "A  new commandment I give to you,  that you &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;another&lt;/b&gt;,  even as I have &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;d you, that you also &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;another&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I adore relationships, find them fascinating, enjoy my own, deeply believe they are vital to life.  But I especially love John 13:34 because Jesus is calling us to love one another as He has loved us.  The Son of the CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE loves us, loves us deeply, knows us perfectly, knows what our hearts desire, and that truly is the only perfect relationship we can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I also like that Jesus calls us to love one another how He loves us.  That's a tall order (one we cannot fulfill with our own strength and love) but it's a beautiful thing when we love one another like Jesus loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when people ask me how I can possibly spend so much time listening to people talk about their problems and be there to comfort them and be there at all odd hours of the day and night, well it's because I'm called to do it.  And I can think of few better ways to serve the Son than to love His bride the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running after His Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-759355375411859914?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/759355375411859914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=759355375411859914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/759355375411859914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/759355375411859914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/alone.html' title='Alone.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2401865726594198846</id><published>2008-07-31T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:04:45.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Late at night.</title><content type='html'>I am enjoying my late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the only thing I don't like, are the early mornings that follow a late night :-D&lt;br /&gt;But apparently since I'm young, I'm also crazy, and do not need much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the world spins madly on, I sit perfectly calm in my room, pondering the inner-workings of myself, God, other people, the world.  My thoughts are a beautiful blur.  I often think in retrospect, it's a lovely state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've had writer's block lately, and I think it's because I've been wanting to write as someone I'm not.  I have been trying to come up with these witty posts, intriguing topics, relateable posts.  But really, this blog is for me and I just need to write whatever flows from my fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it's just random nonsense such as this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 2 am, and I'm having coffee in the morning with a dear friend.  I will not regret this late night nor the early morning.  I can do both.  And considering in ten years when I will (God willing) have a family and won't be able to do these late nights and early mornings, I'm going to savor this time as a teenager.  Often, I think I'm trying so hard to "grow up" that I forget to live in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my thoughts trail off, so does this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Running after His heart,&lt;br /&gt;SamanthaMarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7749743653823436919-2401865726594198846?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2401865726594198846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2401865726594198846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2401865726594198846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2401865726594198846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-at-night.html' title='Late at night.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5561787319046636620</id><published>2008-07-23T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:29:28.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Talking is apparently a trend in my life.</title><content type='html'>In the course of two days I have had three...  Three emotionally draining, completely uplifting, absolutely necessary, life changing talks.  With three different people.  Apparently, talking to me has become a trend in my life.  So, if anyone feels the need to hash it out with me right now, go for it.  Seriously, I'm all eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had such raw and real conversations with these three people in such a long time (ever for one of them.)  It was so refreshing.  Refreshing to know that people really do want you to be honest.  Refreshing to hear the truth and be okay with whatever the truth is.  Refreshing to be able to tell someone about your relationship with God even though that wasn't the initial point of your conversation. Refreshing to talk about anything and everything.  Refreshing to be raw and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are so vital.  I often think that if I didn't have friends or family I would be fine, because I truly value my alone time.  But I'm learning, that when I talk to people and actually talk about my feelings my outlook on life, my relationship with God, my whole disposition is so much better.  Apparently, our dear Heavenly Father knew what He was doing when He gave us voice boxes (: (and ears!  Ears are good tools to have for that whole conversation thing :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing is my best friend :(  I've been thinking a lot this week that if it's so hard right now to be apart for a mere seven days, how hard is it going to be when we are hundreds of miles apart?  I know our friendship is invaluable and that we will be best friends for life.  But I'm truly going to miss being able to walk to her house in 7 minutes.  I'm going to miss late night talks under our Creator's beautiful sky.  I'm going to miss our monster hugs that make me feel better no matter what I'm going through.  I'm going to miss being able to call her and tell her that I need her and her being able to drop everything and be there for me in person in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing, and sometimes I wish I could push a giant pause button.  But apparently, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I will be running after His heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5561787319046636620?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5561787319046636620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5561787319046636620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5561787319046636620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5561787319046636620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-is-apparently-trend-in-my-life.html' title='Talking is apparently a trend in my life.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1436734136348150651</id><published>2008-07-16T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:36:33.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>And there were lessons learned.</title><content type='html'>For it only being 9:30 in the morning, this sure has been one crazy day already.  Remind me again why I woke up early when I could still be sleeping? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running at the booty-crack-of-dawn today with Casey May (really, it wasn't that early, only 7:00, but when you are a teenager on summer vacation, it's EARLY ;))  I got a blister, she got a broken heart :(  But I'll let her explain that if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, had some coffee and toast and started having my devotions.  Which by the way, this would be my third day in a row, go me!  I'm usually horrible at keeping a good, steady quiet time.  But then I was trying to read in Psalms and the thing that has been bothering me lately (my financial crap that I have to deal with for college and changing around my classes) was distracting me, so I decided to take care of it so I could totally focus on God.  I called my mom and asked for her help and we got into because (and here comes the lesson part!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to call the financial office and figure it out on my own, because she wasn't going to be able to help me with this stuff all the time anymore.  (Not quite so bluntly, and in a nicer tone, but I mean basically...)&lt;br /&gt;Momma say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I realized, adulthood is really bearing down upon me.  Ew.  What happened to the carefree days of mud pies and slip-n-slides?  What happened to money growing on trees?  What in the world is that checkbook and credit card doing in my wallet?  I don't wanna!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the course of about 5 minutes I went from young Sami to adult Sami.  Sick.  But alas, I put on my big kid pants and called the office and talked to a very nice lady that explained everything.  And I also changed my class schedule around (I'm sooo excited for the classes I have and the schedule I have! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this whole on-my-own-thing.  It sucks.  I want my mommy and daddy to hold my hand forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember...&lt;br /&gt; God will always be holding my hand, every step of the way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Running After HIS Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&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/7749743653823436919-1436734136348150651?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1436734136348150651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1436734136348150651' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1436734136348150651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1436734136348150651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-there-were-lessons-learned.html' title='And there were lessons learned.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2212570431034994751</id><published>2008-07-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:40:37.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever had a song in my dream play so vividly.  Colbie Caillat's (sp?!) song "Realize" was playing quite prominently in the background of my dream right before I woke up.  It was by far, one of these strangest things to ever happen in one of my dreams.  Especially since I only hear that song when I'm working.  Has anyone else ever incorporated a song into your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes so much has been going on that it's hard to explain everything in a witty, flowing post, hence the random montage of what-have-yous this post will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is impossible to be friends with a guy that likes you.  Even more impossible when you have no choice but to see said guy because he works with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan's attacks are coming full force.  So many people I know are dealing with his attempts to get us off the path of righteousness, myself included.  It's been a hard few weeks.  And I'm finally overcoming these attacks, but I'm tired.  And annoyed.  And guilty.  And disappointed.  And sad.  And angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I'm finally feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate food and the fact that nothing ever sounds good.  It's a struggle to eat everyday.  And I know this is my way of controlling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in my life, which is obviously no bueno.  I need to give that up to God and learn how to turn to Him for everything instead of other worldly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the awkward looks he gives me, males are stooooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt; it's so beautiful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heating up!!  And I secretly LOVE it, while everyone around me constantly bemoans the 90 and 100 degree weather.  I much prefer it to the cold any day!!  Plus, summer nights are absolute LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this morning, I sat out on my deck with a cup of coffee and then a smoothie spending time in the Word, and it was peaceful... comforting... a breath of air... just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is going to Texas now, and I'm rather excited because Texas is warmer than Minnesota ;)  And I'd love to visit :D  Aaaand... God has a plan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Satuday Casey and I are going to spend the night out in my backyard underneath God's amazing sky, I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday I have a wedding to go to for my cousin!!  YAY!!! :D  I dreamed about that last night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from spending my summer the way I wanted to :-P  Far from spending it the way I should...  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off!  To the great adventure of taking a shower and getting ready for the day, wee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2212570431034994751?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2212570431034994751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2212570431034994751' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2212570431034994751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2212570431034994751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3135647474448166443</id><published>2008-07-08T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:15:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my room :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3135647474448166443?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3135647474448166443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3135647474448166443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3135647474448166443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3135647474448166443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8950727158383848955</id><published>2008-07-08T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:54:26.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Summer</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely having a lazy summer lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work, I read, I hang out with people, I stare at my bedroom and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about how I should clean it.  But really, I haven't been doing anything overly productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, I haven't had anything really interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8950727158383848955?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8950727158383848955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8950727158383848955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8950727158383848955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8950727158383848955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-summer.html' title='Lazy Summer'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2236273538060293164</id><published>2008-07-06T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:48:27.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves fall down from the trees that never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was too weird this year, they are barely living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for a dreamless sleep that lasts longer than five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely breathing, choked by everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Praying for His presence, yet nothing.  I'm too dense and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all of this nonsense.  I'm done with these fake people.  I'm tired of being fake myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so, completely, utterly sad the other night, but I couldn't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I peek above the surface, barely treading water.  The light shimmers around me.  It's all a figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason so many of my friendships are failures?  Because I am a runner, and I would rather move on than try to fix something that's so obviously broken.  There is always someone else, always someone new, so if I feel like you don't care anymore - or that I'm not good enough, I move on to someone else who will care if only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I want to be noticed, I want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel needed, I don't want to feel pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm the epitome of countless oxymorons, my whole life is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will wake up in 7 hours, and be just fine, ashamed of this post.  If I didn't know any better, I would call myself a manic depressive.  But I know it's just hormones and my inability to deal with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I feel crazy constantly.  I'm too much for anyone to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear God, it's me again down here... I'm lost, sometimes You're so unclear, what can I do?  I'm feeling so far from you... frustrated, irritated, disconnected from it all.  I'm breaking, I'm aching, for something beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There isn't much that happens at 4 am.  Driving around my town makes me think of a horror movie.  It's deathly quiet.  Yet peaceful and still.  A good amount of thinking takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm constantly tired.  And getting sick.  I've stopped eating very much.  Maybe two meals a day.  I would eat less, but apparently people around me think food is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm having stupid conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Going around in circles&lt;br /&gt;Entirely bored&lt;br /&gt;yet addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to curse a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;I have the best conversations with imaginary real people in my head.  The people I'm around are such good listeners in my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I talk to myself too much and have conversations with these imaginary fake people that I will eventually cause myself to become crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I am restless.  Just ramblin'&lt;br /&gt;What do you do where do you go when no where feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know there's more to this life.  Sometimes I wonder why I do anything besides praise the Creator, spend time with Him.  Everything else can seem so fruitless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm feeling crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing feelings are no basis for facts these days.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are misleading.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings make you think you like someone when they are so obviously the wrong person for you.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings make you jealous when you have no right to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's an idiot.  He think he likes me.  He likes the idea of me.  He likes what I could be for him.  He doesn't even know me.  Why are guys so dumb?  Why am I so dumb?  Why do I even care?  Why do I try to fight with him?  Why do I try to get him to see my point of view?  Haven't I gotten to the point in my Christian walk that I understand non-Christians don't see life the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The words are spewing out, an unstoppable force.  I'm egging him on.  Trying to end his infatuation with me, while remaining on good terms.  Sometimes, most times, all the time... things are easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss.&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Them.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;Energy.&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling peace.&lt;br /&gt;Being peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Being a sense of peace for others around me.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Caring.&lt;br /&gt;Who I was.&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The floodgates are open on my heart.  And I just want to cry it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm leaving, but I don't know how I honestly feel about it.  I know I'm supposed to be sad.  But so far, I'm far from it.  I know I'm supposed to miss people.  But so far, I'm far from it.  I hate that about me.  I hate not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate feeling like no one is listening.&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like No One is listening.&lt;br /&gt;I hate needing someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7749743653823436919-2236273538060293164?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2236273538060293164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2236273538060293164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2236273538060293164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2236273538060293164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-740573089329872398</id><published>2008-07-02T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:19:04.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><title type='text'>Recap of  Orientation</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.  How did orientation go?  Overall, it was pretty good (:  Learned a lot about the campus, clubs, how to get football tickets (lol), classes, etc.  Got to see what my dorm room will be like (tiny, utterly, hopelessly, TINY.)  Met a few cool people and have plans to hang out with one of the girls before school even starts.  (:  There was a guy from Holland and a guy from Florida in my group, pretty cool that BSU is WAY more diverse than my tiny town ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was that whole staying up until 4:00 am because about three or four little girls (okay, young women my age :P) and three guys decided to run around the halls screaming and flirting with one another.  How thoughtful (:  We sure did learn a lot about respect, but apparently not how to utilize it.  What a shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College will definitely be interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers.  The drive was good and I had a blast with my mommy (:  It was a great four days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-740573089329872398?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/740573089329872398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=740573089329872398' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/740573089329872398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/740573089329872398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/recap-of-orientation.html' title='Recap of  Orientation'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3436714189100750582</id><published>2008-06-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:32:55.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye'/><title type='text'>Adios, Au Revior, Aloha :D</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for a few days.  Will be back Sunday.  Taking the laptop, but I'm not so sure if I'll be able to hack into someone's wireless or not.  I'll sure try :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in Boise for orientation (woo.) ;)  Nah, it should be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could pray for safe travel I would really appreciate.  Love and prayers to you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3436714189100750582?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3436714189100750582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3436714189100750582' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3436714189100750582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3436714189100750582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/adios-au-revior-aloha-d.html' title='Adios, Au Revior, Aloha :D'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5087839583922288051</id><published>2008-06-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:10:22.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uneventful day'/><title type='text'>I have this problem...</title><content type='html'>So my problem is the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a LOT.  And by the end of a good book, my lower back and bum are completely SORE from laying down in one position for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that suffers in this way?  It's killing me, and all I want to do is go running or walking or swimming or something.  But apparently it's late at night and normal people don't do that.  Pfft.  Normalcy :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books (as if I wasn't the one that brought up the subject) I've been reading memoirs lately.  I've fallen IN LOVE with memoirs.  If it were possible for me to marry a genre of writing, I would do it.  I think I just finished my seventh one in the course of two months.  And when you consider all else that I've been reading, that's a lot of memoirs to have on one's plate.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have mentioned this before, but I'm a listener and I LOVE to hear about people's lives.  So when you throw my love of reading in with learning about somebody's crazy upbringing, current thoughts, or current adventures, I scream with joy :D (which is also probably why blogging is so appealing.)  Tonight I finished up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt;.  Jeannette Walls had one of the craziest upbringings I've ever heard of.  I was captured by all of her adventures, drawn into all of her indignities, and cheered for her triumphs.  I wish all authors that chose to write memoirs could do it with her flair, but alas, not all are so talented.  Anyway, it was a delicious read and if you can handle offensive language that is scattered here and there and a few uncomfortable scenes then I would recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all from me today.  I went on a walk with Casey, tanned, had three meals today (never happens because of work,) vacuumed the inside of my car (that's a horrid chore,) ran errands, paid bills, and read :-D  It was a good day, but definitely uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and prayers to you all!!&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5087839583922288051?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5087839583922288051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5087839583922288051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5087839583922288051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5087839583922288051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-this-problem.html' title='I have this problem...'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6918130489283825055</id><published>2008-06-24T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:31:34.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>A taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm not the only one who ever day dreams about Heaven and what it will be like when we are all together, am I right?  That being said, I think I caught a glimpse the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went out and spent the night at my cousin, Grace's, house.  I typically have a blast whenever I go out there.  She was the sister I never had when I was younger.  We grew up together as much as we could and when we weren't together we were on the phone creating the best memories.  Her parents, my aunt and uncle, were the ones that got me my first Bible and took me to Church for my first time (and my second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. ;))  Their oldest boy, Erik, was the one who baptized me last summer, anytime I see Daniel walk into Staples my day at work is tremendously better, and Kevin (paralyzed from the neck down but way better off than most paralysis patients), he teaches all of us what true faith in God is like.  Then there is their oldest, beautiful child Jen, married and living happily in Minnesota.  She never fails to send me cards on important occasions filled with encouragement.  So, to say this family is special to me, would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment, when we were all gathered in the family room, watching an old western movie and making fun of it (come on, they're funnnny!) when I understood what true contentment and fellowship is like.  To be sitting and doing really nothing special, but to be so happy... that's beautiful.  The only thing missing from the picture was our Lord and Saviour, but really, He was there in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for Heaven with my dear family.  I yearn for Heaven with all of you.  And I deeply yearn, with all of my heart and soul and body, for Heaven with my King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, as always, I know there is work yet to be done on this earth.  Therefore, I shall continue being content with my tastes of Heaven, God will give me enough to sustain me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6918130489283825055?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6918130489283825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6918130489283825055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6918130489283825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6918130489283825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/taste-of-heaven.html' title='A taste of Heaven'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8368116080077835116</id><published>2008-06-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:17:35.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Like Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>My pride and all that jazz.</title><content type='html'>When people are asked to describe me I don't think that I have ever been called prideful.  It is not an adjective very many people think of when they first think of me.  (At least, not that I'm aware of.) But, I'm here today, to admit how very prideful I am.  And how very sinful that fact is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just devoured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/span&gt;, if you've never read this book, you may want to look into it.  It's one man's non-religious thoughts on Christian spirituality (his tag-line, not mine.)  It convicted me in many ways, and pretty much throughout the whole book I felt my thoughts resonating with his.  My head would shake in agreement, my heart would race at the injustice of something he had faced, and I would laugh along with him at some of the obvious hypocritical things we as Christians do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post could potentially be very long if I were to explain every part of the book that I loved and if I used all the quotes I wrote down in my journal.  But, this post must specifically be about my pride, as much as I would like to never think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love to give to charity, but I don't want to be charity.  This is why I have so much trouble with grace." -Don Miller excerpt from his book, Blue Like Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that Jesus died for all of the world's sins.  It amazes me, it leaves me aghast, it challenges my tiny little brain and my brain is never able to wrap itself around that fact.  It's such a beautiful event.  No other true story is as beautiful as that.  I love reminding people that He died for all of our sins, no matter how big they are.  But I constantly fail to remind myself.  I have begun to realize that I think I am above this gift of life.  Obviously, I repent.  I have also obviously, given my life over to Jesus and I know that only through Him I am saved from an eternity spent in hell.  But do I appreciate this gift as much as I should?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was journaling about this part of the book last night I realized something about myself.  Because before I was saved I never murdered anyone, or robbed a bank, or anything like that, I think my sins are not as big, do not need as much grace.  How naive is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:22 says "But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother shall be guilty before the court; and whoever says to his brother, 'You good for nothing,' shall be guilty before the supreme court; and whoever says, 'You fool.' shall be guilty enough to go into the fiery hell."  (NASB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before this Jesus talks about how murder is quite the sin.  You can not compare two sins.  A sin is a sin no matter how you try to dress it up.  And any sin of mine is enough to send me into the fiery pit of hell for ETERNITY no matter how "small" I may think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has shown me how very prideful I am and I am praying that He will humble me before men and make me the meekest of all creatures.  I am no greater than an ex-murderer.  I would do well to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 7:21-23 "For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed the evil thoughts, fornications, thefts, murders, adulteries, deeds of coveting and wickedness, as well as deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, PRIDE, and foolishness.  All these things proceed from within and defile the man." (NASB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I want pride to come from my heart.  I want a humble heart.  I desire it with all of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running after His (non-prideful) heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-8368116080077835116?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8368116080077835116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8368116080077835116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8368116080077835116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8368116080077835116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-pride-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='My pride and all that jazz.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-752247792739723600</id><published>2008-06-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:17:27.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>I've always loved the game of tag :D  Blogging tag is even better.  &lt;a href="http://grlsforgod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Mackenzie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to answer a few questions, so here's the rules and here are my answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what I (and whoever else I tag) have to do: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answer some questions from whoever tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link her to my blog (she's already there!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag six more other people and comment on their blog to let them know!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, the first question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your favorite author and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is hard one for me.  I absolutely adore reading.  If I have to choose one I would go with Melody Carlson, because her books were instrumental to me choosing to follow Jesus.  Also, I really love how all of her diary series are so relevant to many young women my age.  I can relate with them and Ms. Carlson isn't afraid to put the girls in tough, real, situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your first favorite author and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first favorite author was definitely Ann M. Martin.  She wrote the Baby-sitters Club books and I absolutely loved and adored them.  I still have a few of them on my bookshelf.  Very cute books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the most recent addition to your favorite authors and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recent additions?  Totally Brett and Alex Harris :D because they challenge our generation to Do Hard Things and I love that!  Oh!  And my aunt Pam.  She just came out with her book, &lt;a href="http://songinthenight.net/"&gt;Song in the Night&lt;/a&gt;.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would pop out of your mouth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melody Carlson, Alex and Brett, Jenkins and LaHaye, Pamela Thorson (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I tag..&lt;br /&gt;-Dragonfly Soul&lt;br /&gt;-Steph&lt;br /&gt;-Tracy&lt;br /&gt;-Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, how fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-752247792739723600?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/752247792739723600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=752247792739723600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/752247792739723600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/752247792739723600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2160652050962017509</id><published>2008-06-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:02:48.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Surrender.</title><content type='html'>Often in my life, okay constantly... I struggle with what God has in store for me.  I have a feeling it's something big, and boy do I ever talk myself up.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm going to follow God's will for my life.  I'm going to let go and let God.  I will do whatever it takes to pick up my cross and follow Jesus."  And of course my list of big talk goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, while out in the beauty of God's creation I finally GOT IT.  What exactly it will take and what it will mean to give my LIFE over to God so that He can work through me for the furthering of His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out in the beauty of God's creation makes you realize many things.  One such thing is that we are so small.  Compared to the mountains of His earth, compared to the billions of people, compared even to some of our dearest friends and family we can feel small.  But another thing that you realize is that as small as you are, the Father created you to be just as beautiful as the mountains, just as precious as the other billions of people, and just as special to your friends and family as they are to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that if God can use other people, if He can create and move mountains (figurative and literal), and if He can do good works through and in the lives of family and friends, then why not me?  I can not be afraid anymore to step out in my fear.  I have to realize that if I wait for the day that God magically removes any of my fear or anxious feelings I will be waiting until I die.  I'm just going to have to do it.  And the everlasting, most-loving Father, will be there to guide me.  I just have to be running after His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not yet, but I'm working on it with the extreme help of God.  I let go of a lot of things while camping, a LOT.  And I opened my eyes, my heart, and my soul to what could be - what I could be, where I could be, who I could be.  And THAT girl.  That girl is the Samantha I've been searching for.  God is going to get me there.  And no longer will I let the fear of what other's will think restrain me.  No longer will I let the worries of financial burdens hold me back from attending a university or a program that will best set me up for the life God has for me.  He calls me by name, He knows me every thought, my every desire, and my heart.  My God is a big God.  He can take care of the small things.  (He can take care of everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I step out into the world, it's with the expectation that I am going to push myself out of my comfort zone.  I am going to be the young woman of God I am supposed to be.  I'm going to walk the crap out of my talk.  I will give back to the world, starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask that you all could be praying with me and that you would (if you feel led, otherwise do not worry!) keep me accountable to this.  Ask me the hard questions.  What am I doing lately to further His kingdom?  Have I given all control to the Father, or am I trying to hold onto something?  How is my Bible reading going.  Time with God in general?  How goes doing "hard things?"  I'm honestly doing it.  I'm far from ready... but God's grace will cover me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will run, I will fly, and by my faith I'll live and die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Running after His heart,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;br /&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/7749743653823436919-2160652050962017509?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2160652050962017509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2160652050962017509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2160652050962017509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2160652050962017509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/surrender.html' title='Surrender.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-8488517324984530549</id><published>2008-06-13T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:01:51.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebo Norman'/><title type='text'>The darkness turns into light</title><content type='html'>"You can't understand light unless you understand darkness, because that's where life is most often lived...somewhere between the two. It's messy and it's beautiful all at the same time." - Bebo Norman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As breaths go by, minutes slip through my fingers, hours rush on, and days turn into months I realize something... every hard part of my life, every lesson learned, every time I'm living in the darkness, it's for the good of who I am becoming.  Some lessons must simply be learned on your own, we must make our own mistakes.  Sure, it's great to learn from those who have gone before us, but if you never made one mistake, how would you ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true as Bebo wisely says, most often we are living in between the dark and the light... in between the horrible and the wonderful, the falsehoods and the truth.  And I realize that my journeys into the horrible, dark, falsehoods are what shape me the most.  Don't get me wrong... if I could constantly live in the light, the truth, and be wonderful at all times, I would.  But I'm pretty sure if that was happening, I would be in heaven, and I know my time on earth is not yet done.  But truly, the experiences in the dark - the screw-ups, the "poopies," the 'uh-oh I need a band-aid', these are the things that allow God's mighty power to shine through, it's where we fall flat on our faces and worship/praise/cry-out to/ the King, for we are powerless to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these seasons, amongst the rubble and debris, amongst the mud, this is where God picks us up, places us on His lap, and begins cleaning us.  These are the moments we are vulnerable and most open to learning.  As He cleans us up, He teaches us.  And if we have any sort of brains, we listen to our Father.  Then, with a few bruises and a new understanding we get "back up on the horse" and ride off into the sunset.  Only to repeat the process soon-after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not bad, it's beautiful.  That is not to say, sin-away!  God will always clean up after you.  No, no dear sisters and brothers, let us not abuse the gift of grace.  But the innocent mistakes, the lessons that we must learn, these are what God can use to show others His grace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm climbing up out of my mud puddle and I'm hoping others will see that, yes I failed.  But God is there for me, His arms open wide.  And as I come crawling to Him, He will lift me up into His loving, sovereign arms and clean me up while telling me what I did wrong and how to behave next time.  My lesson will be learned.  And God's glory will be shown through my weakness.  This is probably the most humbling part of the whole situation, God uses us in our worst moments, for the glory of His kingdom.  I've seen it done, I've experienced it, it happens.  It's exciting!!  I love that about God.  Everything is always the opposite of the world.  And it's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk down to the river&lt;br /&gt;And I laid my burdens down&lt;br /&gt;Before the Taker and the Giver&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally found&lt;br /&gt;Bebo Norman - I Know Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7749743653823436919-8488517324984530549?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8488517324984530549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=8488517324984530549' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8488517324984530549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/8488517324984530549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-cant-understand-light-unless-you.html' title='The darkness turns into light'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3426619171242908585</id><published>2008-06-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:58:30.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Let Go</title><content type='html'>So life has been crazy, as you well know.  But I have a feeling it's going to slow down.  At least enough to where I can be on here long enough to read and comment your blogs and maybe write a few of my own. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty down in the dumps lately (as you may have gaged from Casey's blog) and confused about a lot of aspects of life.  Some, I don't really care to talk about as I'm still coming to terms with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this whole summer of limbo.  I'm no longer in high school... but not yet in college.  I'm just here.  Waiting to say good-bye to friends, praying that I will meet new friends in college.  Waiting to say good-bye to my family while trying to enjoy every minute I do have with them.  Trying to spend time with people that matter most, while not shunning the rest of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd and unattainable balancing act.  As soon as I think I have a handle on one thing I drop something else that I'm juggling and it shatters around my feet.  Then, not only am I juggling 85 different things, I also have to tip-toe around all the shattered things on the ground.  I seem to be making a mess of my life.  But I'm beginning to realize I just need to give it all to God, stop being such a control-freak, realize that I am His child and He will clean up my mess and help me learn my lesson if I just relinquish whatever control I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, I do believe this will be a summer of growth and change if I just open my mind and heart and soul to God.  Most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-3426619171242908585?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3426619171242908585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3426619171242908585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3426619171242908585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3426619171242908585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-go.html' title='Let Go'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1941274766743637778</id><published>2008-06-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:48:17.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't been on!  I'm sorry I haven't been commenting any of you back or commenting your blogs.  I've been much more busy than I would have thought, which is good and bad.  I'm still praying for all of you and read your blogs when I can even if I don't comment.  I'm hoping to get back on here soon and actually write something of substance as well as comment your latest blogs!  I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1941274766743637778?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1941274766743637778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1941274766743637778' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1941274766743637778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1941274766743637778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1173529277957377832</id><published>2008-06-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:11:54.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Thursday ;)</title><content type='html'>Thursday was the end.  The last day of school.  The last day of high school.  The last day of public schooling.  The last day I wouldn't have to pay a penny for my education.  The last time I would walk the halls of my beloved high school as a student.  The last time I would venture into that world as a student to my teachers.  From now on, during visits, I will refer to them on a first-name basis... awkward (maybe I just will always call them Mrs. Yarno, Mrs. Snider, etc. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, with not much anticipation.  I did not feel different.  I wasn't overly excited.  I just was.  I was happy to be done with school (although it felt like just another year under the belt.)  I was excited that I didn't have any tests.  I was excited for graduation practice.  But other than that... life wasn't much different.&lt;br /&gt;While making my breakfast I was treated to my annual end-of-year-note from my loving father.  Telling me how proud my mom and he are of me.  He also gave me five dollars for a coffee, what a lovely man :-)&lt;br /&gt;Drove to school and floated through first hour.  But then second hour arrived and by the end I was an utter mess.  My second hour teacher is like my mom.  I have been through a lot with her.  We have fought like mother and daughter, gone to dinner like mother and daughter, laughed, cried, and shared with one another for the past three years.  She gave me a bracelet that I will always cherish and I will continue to keep in touch with that lovely woman.  Then, I continued on to third hour and floated through that.&lt;br /&gt;After third hour was the Senior barbecue.  But Rebecca and I decided to be rebels and skip out :)  We went to Mandarin Pine instead and had yummy egg rolls, fried rice, chow mein, and almond chicken.  Way better than burgers :D  Plus, it gave us time to ponder our last day, think about the past year, and wonder about what was to come.  I began the school year with her, and ended it with her, it was fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the ever traumatic graduation ceremony practice.  First, I need to explain five things.&lt;br /&gt;1.)  My high school has a tradition of allowing you to walk with whomever you want instead of coming in alphabetically.  You can only walk up to four people in a group.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  David is my best guy friend and we had planned on walking with Heather and Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Heather is not really a friend of mine anymore... but she didn't have anyone else to walk with, so we let her walk with us.&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Jeffrey is Rebecca's best guy friend and didn't really have anyone to walk with.&lt;br /&gt;5.)  I've been having problems with David lately, and on Thursday he said that if his friend Marina didn't have anyone to walk with he was going to walk with her.  (Which upset me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we get to the venue and we are told to get in our groups.  Everyone is pretty much standing there looking at everyone else, trying to figure out who was going to be kicked out of the group.  So I made a snap decision, told David to walk with Marina and her group and then Jeff could walk with us.   I instantly regretted my decision and spent the whole practice upset that I was walking with Heather who I don't even particularly care for instead of David my best friend.  I am a poopy person for so many reasons.  But I gave it all to God, got over myself, and was able to be happy with my group in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut Thursday, it was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents came into town!  I absolutely LOVE them.  We went out to dinner.  Ate at Applebee's, had a lovely time visiting and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much the sum of Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned from that day...&lt;br /&gt;1.)  High school is not really the end, but merely a beginning.  On the horizon are so many opportunities, so many places yet untraveled, so many lives yet to be met, so many experiences yet to be had.  So, if you ask me if I'm sad, I have this to say.  Not really, because I know there is so much more to come and for that I'm joyful.  I can look back on my high school years, proud of my growth and happy about the friends I made, but the past is the past and I need to live in the present :)&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Sometimes life will not go the way *I* had planned.  I need to learn to get over that.  I also need to realize that my attitude and how I react to things affects the people around me, so I need to be careful, especially as a representative of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;3.)  I love my grandparents =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-1173529277957377832?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1173529277957377832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1173529277957377832' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1173529277957377832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1173529277957377832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday.html' title='Thursday ;)'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6076108663191009936</id><published>2008-06-02T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:56:59.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>I survived!  I graduated!  I came!  I saw!  I conquered! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I will be posting a series of blogs that will be labeled...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because...&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I'm so creative that I decided to use the days of the week ;)&lt;br /&gt;2.)  So much happened each day that I wanted to break up the amount of writing so that you can read at leisure and it isn't all one huge post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for right now, I have to go write some thank-you cards and eat some yummy leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL AND HAVE MISSED YOU BUNCHES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6076108663191009936?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6076108663191009936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6076108663191009936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6076108663191009936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6076108663191009936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2746156231930972356</id><published>2008-05-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:31:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to drop a quick note and let you all know that this next week I will be very busy with last minute projects, tests, and preparations for graduation.  Let alone the actual commencement ceremony and all the celebrations with friends and family.  I will try to reply to any comments and try to keep up on the blogs that you post, but if I'm slow in responding or you notice a lack of comments or a lack of new blogs, fear not!  I am not dead, but merely freakishly busy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray God's spirit will work in all of your lives this week and that you will turn to Him for your every need.  Take care dear ones!!  I love you!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2746156231930972356?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2746156231930972356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2746156231930972356' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2746156231930972356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2746156231930972356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-404337138650419326</id><published>2008-05-20T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:29:29.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimony'/><title type='text'>That Girl's Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My name is Samantha.  And here is my promised testimony (only a month or so later than previously predicted ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I was your average, everyday girl.  I was a happy child with loving parents, a fun (if not sometimes abusive :D) older brother, and an extended family that was pretty close.  We were not a church-going family.  I first learned what death was at age five and was deathly (pun intended) afraid of it from that day on.  I didn't want to cease to exist.  It was scary to me.  As I grew older, to put it bluntly, I grew larger.  I hated the way I looked but I turned to food for comfort.  Friends that I once had in elementary school were quick to abandon me in Junior High for more popular and pretty friends, and I, I continued to eat.  In eighth grade I was so depressed that I planned to kill myself, going so far as to put a hanger around my neck, but it broke.  I eventually for whatever reason (God's reason) just started to get a bit happier every day, I found some good friends, and moved on with life.  In  9th grade I had a destructive relationship with a boy a smidgen older than me but still in my grade.  He... was not a horrible person, but nor was he a saint.  I was the typical dumb girl, thinking we were meant to be together forever, but it ended all too soon.  But then drug on over the course of the next year and a half as a friends-with-benefits-maybe-one-day-we'll-get-back-together-thing (and yes, I am still a virgin, my definition of friends with benefits is that of making out excessively.)  Sophomore year, was.... wretched.  I spiraled back down into depression.  I began drinking.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, with God's good grace He had placed in my life a friend and a cousin that were instrumental in me being saved.  My cousin, Grace, got me my first Bible in 8th or 9th book and I finally began exploring it in Sophomore year.  My friend, Hannah, an avid church-goer and lover of Jesus introduced me to a series of books called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Name is Chloe&lt;/span&gt; by Melody Carlson.  One night, in June the summer after my sophomore year, while I was re-reading the first book of the series and I got to the part where she gets saved, I felt a pressure to dig out my Bible.  And for the life of me I can't remember what I read, but it just finally clicked.  And by myself, alone in my room, I asked Jesus into my heart (and actually felt the Holy Spirit come upon me as soon as I had prayed my prayer.)  Life has never been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking, stumbling on these shadowfeet&lt;br /&gt;Toward home, a land that I’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;I am changing: less and less asleep&lt;br /&gt;Made of different stuff than when I began&lt;br /&gt;And I have sensed it all along&lt;br /&gt;Fast approaching is the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was pretty hush-hush about the whole thing until I told my cousin one day in July-ish.  She told my aunt and her whole family was so excited (they are the only really strong believers in my entire family on my dad's side.)  So they took me out for a celebratory dinner and I was forced to tell my parents why (they didn't handle it too well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You, still standing&lt;br /&gt;When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;br /&gt;When time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Junior year went on I kind of floated along how I would have normally until I went to a meeting for First Priority (a Christian club at my school).   There I met Casey and became friends with her and slowly, painstakingly began to shed who I WAS.  Even then though, I was having some severe issues with who I was until I came to another complete breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah had moved on and I didn't know why.  I told her to never worry about me anymore because I would be fine all alone (yes, what a pity party!)  She had me over to her house and we had it out, crying, words, all of it.  She forced me to open my eyes and figure out who I am in Christ.  With verses and words of encouragement I began a long journey that leads me to where I am today.  With key events in my life such as my baptism, Acquire the Fire, strengthening my friendships with Casey and Rebecca, leaving behind destructive friendships, I have grown into the young woman of God I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s distraction buzzing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Saying in the shadows it’s easier to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve heard rumors of true reality&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of a well-lit way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could tell you one thing about what I've learned thus far on my walk with Jesus (well I can't really choose, but I do want to mention this) is that it never is perfect.  We are never perfect.  Temptations of old are never really completely gone.  They lay dormant until the enemy chooses to attack us.  But if we hold on, really hold on, to Jesus and chase after His heart for us, we'll make it through.  The path we choose is far from easy, but its rewards are eternal.  The world tells us how crazy we are.  How many times have I been asked "How come you don't drink anymore?"  How many times have I been told "You are so dumb for not cursing anymore, God doesn't care that much."  And how many times have I been condescendingly told that what I believe is "nice?"  Too many times to count my dear sisters.  But even through it all, I'm firm in my faith, I know what we believe is true, and I hold onto all the promises God has for us.  There is never a day in which I don't realize how different me and my fellow believers are from the rest of the world, and there is NEVER a day I'm not thankful for that difference.  I LOVE God.  I LOVE my life.  I'm so thankful that He would save me.  The GREAT I AM sent His Son to die for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;sins.  And you tell me my God isn't loving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You, still standing&lt;br /&gt;When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;br /&gt;When time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I struggle with currently in my on-going battle and this amazing journey is the passion to save the lives around me, especially those of my parents, brother, and other extended family.  My heart's cry (as many of you well know) is to share the love of Christ with non-believers.  And I won't be stopped, can't be stopped, and will do all I can for the King that saved me.  Isn't that the least I can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, wow.  You must love me (: or at least love testimonies.  Thank you for your time.  Thank you for your friendship.  Thank you for your love and prayers.  Thank you my dear sisters in Christ.  May we all rejoice together one day in Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lyrics are by Cadia-Shadowfeet)&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/7749743653823436919-404337138650419326?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/404337138650419326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=404337138650419326' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/404337138650419326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/404337138650419326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-girls-testimony.html' title='That Girl&apos;s Testimony'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2286210138380043215</id><published>2008-05-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:51:07.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Caspian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>Titles can be so redundant</title><content type='html'>Ha, so a quick update for those of you that were praying with me...&lt;br /&gt;I actually ended up with an A on my math final (this happens to me quite often... I freak out thinking I did horribly while I really did just fine.  I'm silly to say the least.)  And I'm still sick, but it's just a cold that is slowly going away.  AND the financial problems... I realized that probably sounded like I was going into severe debt, which I'm not.  I just learned that I may not be getting the $600 check thing the government is handing out because apparently a lot of people my age aren't.  And I had been planning to use that money for a few things (i.e. my laptop).  I can still pay for everything, but I just won't have any extra spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt; last night.  Woah.  All I can say is that if you only see one movie this spring/summer, choose that one!!  It's superb.  I was bawling at the end and yet so happy and excited thinking about how God's plan is always perfect.  It wasn't based off of Revelations or anything, but the movie got me so excited for the Rapture, am I morbid?  I don't want to give too much away, so I will save the huge post I have planned that relates to a lot of the movie for later.  That way I won't spoil anyone's fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd.  I'm really tired.  Colds do that apparently.  So I might go take a nap, or I might go hang out outside, or I might go running.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you are all having lovely weekends!  And I plan on adding a more thought-provoking post than this one a little while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2286210138380043215?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2286210138380043215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2286210138380043215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2286210138380043215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2286210138380043215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/titles-can-be-so-redundant.html' title='Titles can be so redundant'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-3758065465919786033</id><published>2008-05-14T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:05:18.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Running after His heart.</title><content type='html'>For me, the name of my blog has multiple layers.  Obviously there is the figurative Sami, running after God's heart.  Running after His heart to do what He wants her to do.  Running after His heart so she can learn to be more like Jesus.  Running after His heart so that she can desire the things that God would want her to desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the literal Sami that literally goes running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During sophomore year I took a class called DAYO.  It was an acronym that stands for Dancing, Aerobics, Yoga, and Orienteering (or in lay-man's terms walking.)  My DAYO teacher was the essence of a drill sergeant.  She pushed us HARD on our walks.  We usually were running more than half of the time.  And while most people HATED our walks, I fell in love with running.  It became a thing for me.  My rhythmic breathing as I my feet slap against the pavement.  The complete in-the-zone feeling.  Going nowhere and everywhere all at one time.  And being alone with God.  I do some of my best praying and basking in God's glory when I run or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hard day.  I think I failed my math final.  I found out I might potentially be in some financial trouble.  I am getting sick.  And yet, when I went running, I was able to give it all to God and just breathe.  Under a pink and blue sky, painted by our Creator I communicated to Him my troubles, my worries, my imperfections and gave up whatever control I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Slap, slap, slap-  Breathe in, breathe out.  Give it to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't do this... I can't do this, I can't do this by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thus, He comes in and makes me new.  I've been asking my Father to break me, I think He's answering my prayers.  So even in all my brokenness, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Broken is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7749743653823436919-3758065465919786033?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3758065465919786033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=3758065465919786033' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3758065465919786033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/3758065465919786033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-after-his-heart.html' title='Running after His heart.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-5836983681544845801</id><published>2008-05-13T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:13:19.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darfur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rwanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Rwanda, Darfur, and the world.</title><content type='html'>Today in my AP Government class we finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/span&gt;, a riveting, heart-wrenching true story of one man's brave attempt (and success!) to save 100s of Rwandan refugees.  These refugees were both Hutu and Tutsi.  Paul risked everything for these people.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie the producers stated that once the Tutsi army had successfully pushed back the Hutus, over one million lives had been lost to the genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was America when all of this was happening?  Watching O.J. Simpson's first trial.  And no, I'm really not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a line in the movie that is along the lines of "Rwanda is nothing to the world, we don't have anything of importance to give them, nor anything to them worth saving."  But what about valuable, irreplaceable, LIVES?  I know that many leaders of many countries do think "What does so-and-so country have to give us in return for what we'll be doing for them?"  What kind of thinking is this?  Why do we not learn from our mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is happening in Darfur right now, and the news is as silent on Darfur as it was on Rwanda.  Do we not realize that PEOPLE are dying, horrible, unnecessary deaths?  What is wrong with the rest of the world?  Where are our priorities?  Do we hear about the raid that killed 200 people?  No, we are forced to listen to the latest Britney Spears update instead.  Filling our minds and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasting our time&lt;/span&gt; with useless information.  All because Americans tune in more to that crap.  Perhaps the news world should stop worrying about their ratings and speak the truth for once.  Get people riled up so we can make a change NOW instead of regretting ten years later not having done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen Hotel Rwanda, I dare you to watch it.  It's guaranteed to make you cry if you value human life in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my soap box today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-5836983681544845801?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5836983681544845801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=5836983681544845801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5836983681544845801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/5836983681544845801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/rwanda-darfur-and-world.html' title='Rwanda, Darfur, and the world.'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-235785090362961863</id><published>2008-05-12T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:40:42.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urgency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>My Heart's Cry</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many of you know, because I don't remember if I've mentioned it... but within my immediate family I'm the only one that is a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tell me what do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Does your life have rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;Something in your heart that makes you care&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you don't mind me asking&lt;br /&gt;But I have got a burning passion&lt;br /&gt;I need to know forever you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The hardest part of my walk has been the constant struggle in my household.  There is a battle between good and evil within my home, a battle for my parents' souls.  I've cried so many nights, fearful for their eternity.  I know God has a plan, but to know that your very own parents' souls may go to Hell... that's one of the hardest burdens to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it clearer&lt;br /&gt;Put it any other way&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the simple truth I do&lt;br /&gt;Then there's nothing in this world that's left to say&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that God has been working on their hearts.  Mere months ago they would make me turn off my Christian music whenever riding in the car with me but lately they will listen to it, yesterday even commenting that they liked what was playing (Krystal Meyers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have all the answers&lt;br /&gt;And I have wasted many chances&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you a faith that lives inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying there will be a breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't be the one to save you&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The end is coming.  I'm not the only one who feels this way.  So many of my friends, so many of you, notice the signs, feel the urgency.  Every minute that passes is another lost moment that I have to share the GREAT NEWS with my parents.  Every day that goes by brings us closer.  There have been so many times I've tried to talk to them, so many times I've wanted to talk to them, so many times I've had to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;So many times for you I've cried&lt;br /&gt;And to see you on your knees tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there is one thing I could see in this lifetime, if I was only destined to save two souls.  What I wouldn't give to save the souls of my beautiful, loving, caring parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant make it clearer&lt;br /&gt;Put it any other way&lt;br /&gt;To know you know simple truth I do&lt;br /&gt;And to know that your forever has been changed&lt;br /&gt;Cause Jesus loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, this is my heart cry.  Lost souls.  First (and yes selfishly) my parents and then the many people around me that do not know Christ.  There is work to be done my fellow brothers and sisters.  It's time we step out.  Before it's too late.  The worst thing I can imagine is coming to the judgment that Jesus will give all of us and having Him be disappointed in what little I accomplished.  I must step out for Him.  I must be strong.  I must be courageous.  I have to give my inhibitions to my Father and trust in Him.  He can do so much through all of us.  Alone, we are useless... helpless.  But with the strength, courage, and wisdom of our Father we can do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Philippians 4:13 "I can do all things through him who strengthens me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 51:6 "Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath; for the heavens vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they who dwell in it will die in like manner&lt;/span&gt;; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my salvation will be forever&lt;/span&gt; and my righteousness will never be dismayed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 52:7 "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brings good news&lt;/span&gt;, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who publishes salvation&lt;/span&gt;, who says to Zion, 'Your God reigns.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Song: "Jesus Loves You" by Stellar Kart)&lt;br /&gt;(Verses are English Standard Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7749743653823436919-235785090362961863?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/235785090362961863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=235785090362961863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/235785090362961863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/235785090362961863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-sure-how-many-of-you-know.html' title='My Heart&apos;s Cry'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-1413915195261118748</id><published>2008-05-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:17.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Tra-la-la!</title><content type='html'>Hey friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was fantastic.  I had a lot of fun, and the best part is I didn't even do much!  Friday night I worked until 9:00 but my friend Rebecca visited me and we decided to go on a walk after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeVQkfj7UI/AAAAAAAAABM/6pXaBEA5LrU/s1600-h/firehydrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeVQkfj7UI/AAAAAAAAABM/6pXaBEA5LrU/s320/firehydrant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199288406729026882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed a fire hydrant and just had to take a picture with it!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up walking to a store a mile or two away from my house and then ended up calling a friend to pick us up.  I had shin splits from running Wednesday night and thus was in pain.  It was fun and we talked a lot about the future and college.  It's good to know somebody is in the same boat as you are and is experiencing the same emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I worked the morning shift and had a fantastic time.  I love my job, I wish I could take it with me when I move... anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and did a few chores then my bestie CaseyMay came over so we could start our sleep-over fun! :D  We talked a LOT, cooked dinner, set up her &lt;a href="http://hisbeautifulpromises.blogspot.com/"&gt;new and amazing blog!&lt;/a&gt;, went and had milkshakes, laughed a ton (so much tears came out of our eyes), had silly discussions, serious discussions, and I just felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeYDUfj7WI/AAAAAAAAABc/O_3th3ItvR8/s1600-h/goofyfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeYDUfj7WI/AAAAAAAAABc/O_3th3ItvR8/s200/goofyfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199291477630643554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeYcEfj7XI/AAAAAAAAABk/6mlQNjH9bmE/s1600-h/awwcute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeYcEfj7XI/AAAAAAAAABk/6mlQNjH9bmE/s200/awwcute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199291902832405874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two nights showed me what true friendships are.  They don't have drama.  They don't have to be drunk.  They don't have to talk about things of the world.  True friendships are the ones where you can pray with your best friend before bed.  True friendships are taking goofy pictures.  True friendships are all about discovering new things, good and bad, and loving each other just the same if not more.  A true friend will laugh with you, even at random nonsense such as popping out of a cow to surprise your parents (don't ask.)  And a true friend asks you how you are... hears your fears and your hurts.  And listens and loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond blessed for my life- my friends, ma familia, and my past, present, and future.  I praise and thank God for all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and most importantly... Happy Mother's Day to my amazing mother.  I love you dearly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeZj0fj7YI/AAAAAAAAABs/GWAGGb2j1XE/s1600-h/100_6741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeZj0fj7YI/AAAAAAAAABs/GWAGGb2j1XE/s200/100_6741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199293135488019842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7749743653823436919-1413915195261118748?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1413915195261118748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=1413915195261118748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1413915195261118748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/1413915195261118748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/tra-la-la.html' title='Tra-la-la!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCeVQkfj7UI/AAAAAAAAABM/6pXaBEA5LrU/s72-c/firehydrant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6828700716209830518</id><published>2008-05-09T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:20:08.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Today.  I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the end of this post either ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy.  Have you ever let your emotions get the best of you before?  Hopefully most of you are saying yes, because I definitely don't want to be alone on this boat.  It's like you know the answer to your problem is just to give it all to God and go deep into the Word and pray like there's no tomorrow, but you just don't.  You hole up in the land of denial and pretend that you are the one that can handle everything.  But honestly, we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us so many tools, His Word, prayer, fellowship, etc. so that we can lean on Him for all of our understanding.  He opened up prayer to us so that we can specifically communicate to Him all of our troubles, praises, hurts, happy moments, every facet of our life we can communicate to the KING of kings and yet, so often I forget this in times where I'm in major pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people are in pain?  I tell God all about it.  When I'm happy about something?  God's the first one I "call."  So what happens that when I get sad, I turn to everything but God?  Perhaps an attack of the enemy, perhaps my own pride, I'm not sure.  I just know that when I finally give it all to God He takes it handles it much better than I ever could alone.  This is a lesson I continually am learning.  A lesson that could easily be summed up in one word, trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;"do not be anxious about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;known to God&lt;/span&gt;.  And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace of God&lt;/span&gt;, which surpasses all understanding, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus&lt;/span&gt;." (ESV, emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Friday night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6828700716209830518?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6828700716209830518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6828700716209830518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6828700716209830518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6828700716209830518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title=':)'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2799716805374947810</id><published>2008-05-07T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:04:44.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-2799716805374947810?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2799716805374947810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2799716805374947810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2799716805374947810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2799716805374947810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-2069040447253737412</id><published>2008-05-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:17.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Oh May!</title><content type='html'>May has thus proven so far to be a CRAZY-BUSY-FANTASTIC month.  And I'm assuming it will only get more crazy, more busy, and (hopefully) more fantastic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was prom.  My date was my best guy friend and we doubled with my best girl friend and her best guy friend.  It was fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCDM9Lf4u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3D1ePw_LHvc/s1600-h/groupie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCDM9Lf4u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3D1ePw_LHvc/s320/groupie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197379321416170386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was dancing to the last song with David, tears welled up in my eyes.  We had come so far.  From playing on the playground when we were kids, to "dating" during our eighth grade year, to our first cars and first drives together (where I infamously ran the stop light), to where we are presently.  We have gone through so many things together.  I can't even explain the bond I have with him.  And to think, it will all soon be over.  I will be moving, he will be staying... and I know our friendship will have to change.  It was a truly bittersweet moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last dance has made me realize it really is ending soon.  I will soon leave the high school I've been attending for the past three years, for the last time.  I will walk the halls with my friends for the last time.  I will eat the cafeteria food for the last time.  I will see so many of these people for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; time.    And all that will begin to happen in a mere 23 days.  How major is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, despite all I'm leaving behind, God is showing me that He has so much more to offer to me as long as I keep following Him.  I feel so BLESSED.  Words can't describe.  My past means so much to me, my present is amazing, and my future... my future is His :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was intended to tell you what all I've been up to since I last blogged.  But somehow... this is enough.  One event and how it impacted me pretty much sums up the most major part of my life right now.  I'm on a balance beam, treading water, you get the imagery... and yet... this is my life here and now.  And I couldn't ask for more!&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/7749743653823436919-2069040447253737412?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2069040447253737412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=2069040447253737412' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2069040447253737412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/2069040447253737412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-may.html' title='Oh May!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SCDM9Lf4u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3D1ePw_LHvc/s72-c/groupie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749743653823436919.post-6013385284238189741</id><published>2008-04-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:27:55.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National day of Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank-you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Happy April!</title><content type='html'>As I wrap up my first full month of blogging my heart is filled with peace.  There is no other way to describe it.  The weather, with all its ups and downs, certainly parallels my April.  There were times of snow... times when I didn't think I was going to be able to get up for even one more day.  There were times of rain, difficulties/struggles/nagging thoughts about school and other to-dos.  And of course, my saving grace, were the sunshine days.  Days where nothing got me down.  No word or course of action could change the joy that I had in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that we so much desire to be joyful all the time.  We are called to "rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again: Rejoice"  (Phil 4:4)  This means that no matter what trials we may be facing, no matter what mountain we are climbing, no matter what valley we are walking through, we are called to find JOY in the Lord.  Do not confuse this with happiness, for happiness is a fleeting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;, while joy should be apart of who we are.  We have been given the gift of salvation, God has a plan dear sisters!  He will guide us through the hardships.  He would never bring us this far to leave us.  So let's rejoice.  Let's dance and sing for our Father.  Let's run and fly.  Let us be bold.  Let us &lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/blog/"&gt;DO HARD THINGS&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm learning that when I push my doubts, insecurities, troubles, etc. to the side and focus on the people around me, or at the very least focus my attention on God, it doesn't seem all that bad.  Perspective is a jewel.  Figuring out what's really important, that's a diamond!&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that to be a woman of God I must be &lt;a href="http://www.modesteenweblog.com/"&gt;modest&lt;/a&gt; in so many more things than just my dress.  I'm learning from you, my dear sisters, about ways to &lt;a href="http://bloom-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;prepare&lt;/a&gt; for my future as a wife and mother (God willing.)  You all have blessed me so much, you have no idea.  Thank you for an amazing April.  All of your blogs, all of your insights, all of your troubles and triumphs, they have helped me.  As I've began to get to know each and every one of you I feel completely blessed to have this amazing tool, the internet.  For without it, I wouldn't know any of you, not one.  And some of you have become an important part to my life, so I thank you for your blogging friendship :)  I thank you for your acceptance to the blog world.  I thank you for your wisdom and most of all, for your prayers.  You are all beautiful young women of God, and I can't wait to see where May takes all of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of May... tomorrow (for me) is May 1st!!  A mere hour and a half from now sparks the beginning of the National Day of Prayer.  I will be praying for all of you :)  I encourage you all to take the time out and pray, for five minutes or for five hours.  Whatever you can manage.  God calls us to prayer, it may be hard and not yet quite part of your routine, but man... is it worth it :)  God is amazing my dear sisters, let us devote some of our time to Him, let us speak to Him and let us hear what He has to say back.  Prayer is powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and pray this post finds you in good health and spirits!!&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749743653823436919-6013385284238189741?l=runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6013385284238189741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749743653823436919&amp;postID=6013385284238189741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6013385284238189741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749743653823436919/posts/default/6013385284238189741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningafterhisheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april.html' title='Happy April!'/><author><name>SamanthaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014350925739126236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LDqJPxG36o/SyyFVamF_DI/AAAAAAAAAII/jGiWP5SG538/S220/DSCN0394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
