<?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-8966531132667437932</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:36:15.047-08:00</updated><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Mission Trip'/><category term='God'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Shepherds Sheep</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog about the thoughts of a Sheep following his Shepherd, the daily or weekly happenings and the wondrous joy of salvation through Christ.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7124957968199058713</id><published>2011-06-30T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:15:31.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mushy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0IsGgAXABU/Tgx2exICFMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zhVhpHHVPFA/s1600/98310020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0IsGgAXABU/Tgx2exICFMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zhVhpHHVPFA/s320/98310020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000305634088130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLCMEBZBaUE/Tgx2fCvJL4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/38scFKVeg-8/s1600/98270021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLCMEBZBaUE/Tgx2fCvJL4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/38scFKVeg-8/s320/98270021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624000310361534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a little thing i wrote after a philosophy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are two pictures from spring break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the body but dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the soul in my body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm told differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7124957968199058713?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7124957968199058713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7124957968199058713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7124957968199058713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7124957968199058713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2011/06/mushy.html' title='mushy.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0IsGgAXABU/Tgx2exICFMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zhVhpHHVPFA/s72-c/98310020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-5315792393706919356</id><published>2010-08-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:24:20.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtdu8Wq6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2AOxrVKKT9Y/s1600/R1-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtdu8Wq6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2AOxrVKKT9Y/s320/R1-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500704352464448418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtdIPgj2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/u68lGkgIsHU/s1600/R1-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtdIPgj2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/u68lGkgIsHU/s320/R1-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500704342075805538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtcm1pePI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tTV4RWESY9E/s1600/3216540-R1-007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtcm1pePI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tTV4RWESY9E/s320/3216540-R1-007-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500704333108967666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtcX_c8MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PsI_K-Ws5iQ/s1600/R1-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtcX_c8MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PsI_K-Ws5iQ/s320/R1-23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500704329123557570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I woke up at around 8 Am, and was actually quick to rise and start the day. I took a shower, made some toast, put on 105.7 khcb internet radio and caught the end of a sermon as it ran into the old folks music thereafter. I then proceeded to take my dog on a walk which, lately, has been a far slower process than maybe a year ago, she just doesn't run as fast anymore...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something is preventing me writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(after about 30 minuets of thinking, scoffing at myself, realizing that i was mentally pacing, distracted by things of less importance... well, just look down to the next line)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend so much time pacing. So much time thinking. And never after a few hours of worrying can i even do anything. This summer i have been cooped up in my own worry and in my own frustrations too blind to see the grace and power My Father in Heaven has already given me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend all my time in prayer trying to overcome the temptations in front of me asking God to "Enable me to... ___" or "Strengthen me to... ___" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like i pace while im talking with God instead of just asking for forgiveness for my short comings and resting in the Spirit Of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading in second peter the other day and came across this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30467" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30468" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spirit Of God, the same Spirit Living inside all those who are God's Chlidren, has already enabled us! we just need to Start living Christ inside us aloud! He is in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will finish this later... because i have to show up for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that its a few days after i originally started to write, I've thought of a few things and God has opened up a dialogue within me to hear Him and i have been slowly been coming to that beautiful communication. For that relationship is so necessary and I long for it deeply. It's something you dont really realize until you have been deprived of it for even a short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, Listen to the Spirit. Listen. Stop speaking. Stop pacing. just listen to His will. Listen and see how it works out in real life and take each day for what it is, a blessing from God, a time to spill out everything in our hearts to God in the most intimate way, or are you afraid to let those things be known?! God knows each and every movement of the wind, wether it be in the grass, up passing the top of a building, or brushing through our hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is no more fleeting and indecisive a force on this earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our thoughts and desires are like the wind, and these, not surprisingly, and no mystery to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding anything From God is a useless endeavor! We, right now, are in his presence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, Why continue to pace? Why continue to hide from living the real relationship we have with God? If he's here, lets talk to Him!! Lets acknowledge Him!  This is no passive thing. This is no set of rules! This is not a religion game we play at church! we &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;the church! The body of Christ! We are to be known by everyone as Fools for Christ! Who apparently have a "relationship" that sets apart the tendencies and desires of one who knows and loves God from one who doesn't. We even have known to us the desires of God if the Spirit lives in us! (though God Chooses how much to reveal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in order to have any desires of God we must Learn what they are by talking to him. By listening. By living our lives, in our own settings and gifts, not anywhere outside the relationships and routines God has put us in for his good purpose, each hour in the presence of the Lord God Almighty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the sheep who paces far more than most people do; who, now, also has long enough hair to put in a pony tail, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-5315792393706919356?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/5315792393706919356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=5315792393706919356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5315792393706919356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5315792393706919356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2010/07/pacing.html' title='Pacing'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TFZtdu8Wq6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2AOxrVKKT9Y/s72-c/R1-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-5460935681378275089</id><published>2010-07-20T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:01:57.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEXISqZsF9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/K152mU1ql3Q/s1600/DSC05518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEXISqZsF9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/K152mU1ql3Q/s320/DSC05518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496019143220795346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'v discovered that when i blog it really helps me, as it usually does with most people, to get things out, and that when i don't blog/ write/ create in general for long periods of time i feel extremely cramped and all strange feeling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i think its a little bit deeper than just getting things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me It has to do with Communication with God. He speaks through me and, regardless of wether other people see what i write, I am obligated to speak truth, and seek tact and watch what i write. Through this God reminds me and teaches me things. I feel like writing, whatever the medium may be (music, paper, a blog on the internet) is almost like prayer. in a strange sense. Though not the same. It's Communication with God. From His Spirit dwelling inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its because this is where we let go of what we have been holding on to during the day or even the week. So with that said, along side quiet times, probably after them, im going to try and blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the sheep who has been unusually busy for the summer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-5460935681378275089?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/5460935681378275089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=5460935681378275089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5460935681378275089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5460935681378275089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-post-coming-soon.html' title='New post coming soon...'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEXISqZsF9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/K152mU1ql3Q/s72-c/DSC05518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2878780292351236491</id><published>2010-06-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:30:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TBbzvwUwTPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DyN6czAAGSo/s1600/R1-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TBbzvwUwTPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DyN6czAAGSo/s320/R1-20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482837598121512178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TBbzvd8R0RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NjxP3zj5jc4/s1600/Photo+1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TBbzvd8R0RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NjxP3zj5jc4/s320/Photo+1816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482837593187012882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Christians, we spend so much time creating a culture around us that we forget to just live our lives In Christ. We become intoxicated within the limits of our sterilized environment. Were we ever called to separate ourselves away from the rest of the world to become a "Holy Society" through which we dismiss peoples lives that are not like ours? Yet that "Holy Society" by day is something quite the opposite by night only to deny the guilt within us and pass it off like it didnt happen. Now, if we're part of this "Holy" club, this "Upright" light through which we look down upon the world, why are we so similar to the people we shun away? Is it not our job to be in loving communication with those people? Why did we stop noticing what kind of people Jesus hung out with?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are soo many things that seem right and look to be right but are wrong. and its an easy trap to fall into. its hard not to be blinded, how do we know what's right? how do we figure out what to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the other hand, how do we know when we've gone too far, now being influenced by those not of Christ, in our endeavors to love people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that can be answered by how much time We spend in &lt;i&gt;reverent&lt;/i&gt; prayer or &lt;i&gt;conscience&lt;/i&gt; study and application of the Living word under the supervision of a proper &lt;i&gt;admonishing&lt;/i&gt; fellowship... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that i am always fleeting, always wrong, stuck in the slough of my own folly, but if i listen to the Spirit of God inside me, I know what's right. &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/8966531132667437932-2878780292351236491?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2878780292351236491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2878780292351236491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2878780292351236491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2878780292351236491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know.html' title='You know,'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TBbzvwUwTPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DyN6czAAGSo/s72-c/R1-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3615917344662324857</id><published>2010-06-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:02:25.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, time moves backwards.</title><content type='html'>Im Starting to &lt;div&gt;break free from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this midnight i am in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's five A.M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sun is approaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the first few rays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to break though the darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to break free from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this midnight i am in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do you find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that time moves backwards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to break free from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the temporary pleasures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you don't belong?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to break free from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world that we live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join the fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;against our nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3615917344662324857?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3615917344662324857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3615917344662324857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3615917344662324857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3615917344662324857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-time-moves-backwards.html' title='Sometimes, time moves backwards.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-846937214911497326</id><published>2010-02-18T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:09:37.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>We are so quick to assume&lt;div&gt;A result of a lack of patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what is quick and easy we cling to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet how perfectly patient is God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is not bound by time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But created it for us in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we do not own time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because God is timeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much more patient should we be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For so long as Love dwells inside us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the more patience we should demonstrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-846937214911497326?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/846937214911497326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=846937214911497326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/846937214911497326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/846937214911497326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-951993636205478944</id><published>2009-09-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:07:54.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rich Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf499ZgwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gsBvF9CUlNU/s1600-h/026_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf499ZgwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gsBvF9CUlNU/s320/026_26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288505901056770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf4UqjOAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r6HDqalri5A/s1600-h/010_14A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf4UqjOAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r6HDqalri5A/s320/010_14A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288494816147458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf36GUpHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JBMzoh0-O1Y/s1600-h/014_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf36GUpHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JBMzoh0-O1Y/s320/014_11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288487684875378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf3puiARI/AAAAAAAAATw/-XkqyloEnaM/s1600-h/Photo+1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf3puiARI/AAAAAAAAATw/-XkqyloEnaM/s320/Photo+1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288483290120466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving this morning to school, with the radio and cd player off. I almost dont listen to anything in the car anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i was remembering the story of the young rich man in one of the gospels(Matthew 19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was thinking of ministry and the modern church and how its so easy to just let things happen without you and to just go about your business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever find yourself in a strange situation where everything is bland? Have you ever wondered ever what &lt;i&gt;ministry&lt;/i&gt; actually is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is something that i think the modern church has sort of morphed and shaped. its become a thing were people think its not their business being a &lt;i&gt;minister.&lt;/i&gt; Its not a position of the higher authorities in some hierarchy of human religion, but rather the action that comes by seeking Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Christ died for our sins, and when the curtain in the Most Holy Place in the Temple was torn, all things that came in-between us when communicating to God, were no longer needed, and barriers no longer existed. Basically, When Christ died, &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; all became the priests through the blood of Christ teaching others by ad&lt;i&gt;minister&lt;/i&gt;ing the Gospel of Jesus Christ. (which isnt to say that we intercede for anyone, but that the dependency of priests, Because they communicated with God &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; us, were no longer needed. They were the teachers, and now we-the Body of Christ, aka the Church- move into that spot.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres the question: If we are all ministers, does that mean we all have to become pastors? Are pastors more special than we are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way, God has different plans for all of us. The reason some pastors( and i say some because a good amount really dont know more then we do... ) seem like they are soo far along in their walk is not because they are better than we are in some way(romans 3:23 "for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God") but that they actively seek God and actively minister to people. Key word being "Action." God wants us to actively pursue him and talk to others about him in our own special application and setting. (1st corinthians 12 "Spiritual Gifts") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats a freedom we have in Christ-the freedom to serve him in our own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Matthew 19 we have the passage of the Young Rich man who really &lt;i&gt;wanted &lt;/i&gt;to serve Christ and be apart of his ministry, but because he didnt want to give up the things that owned (like his probably big pile of gold and many Hummer chariots with not 4, but 5 horse power) he went back home saddened. (if you read the passage theres a whole lot more clarity) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he let those things interfere with the ministry he Could have done, and wanted to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres another question: Do you spend more time consumed in what you do, though it might not be "sinful," then with God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're ministers right? Then lets start ministering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the Sheep whose birthday is on sunday and is thankful for Discussions with his Shepherd in the car, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-951993636205478944?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/951993636205478944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=951993636205478944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/951993636205478944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/951993636205478944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/09/rich-man.html' title='The Rich Man.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sqqf499ZgwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gsBvF9CUlNU/s72-c/026_26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3886951217113607779</id><published>2009-09-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:36:33.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant help but feel sort of strange.</title><content type='html'>This last week, since last monday, has felt incredibly odd. Just sheer awkwardness around all of  being here... at Lone Star College. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not knowing anyone has never bothered me before, I mean, my whole life is full of moving, but theres this small unidentified desire that just puts me on edge... theres something about being alone, and i dont just mean relationships, in a new place that just changes my mood from content to earnest and seeking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever it is, its making my stomach turn and twist. I feel so ripped and scattered inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such constant warfare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along with my workplace, a perpetual land of stumbling blocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what im looking for or why im looking in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-i have what i need already- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet i continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3886951217113607779?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3886951217113607779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3886951217113607779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3886951217113607779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3886951217113607779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help-but-feel-sort-of-strange.html' title='I cant help but feel sort of strange.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7038837075437763668</id><published>2009-08-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:45:33.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally the pasta recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX2OJSoiI/AAAAAAAAATo/5p1aPIlOxD0/s1600-h/011_14A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX2OJSoiI/AAAAAAAAATo/5p1aPIlOxD0/s320/011_14A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205913777742370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX03gVndI/AAAAAAAAATg/q1HA665r6-E/s1600-h/015_10A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX03gVndI/AAAAAAAAATg/q1HA665r6-E/s320/015_10A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205890520522194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX0X-F4iI/AAAAAAAAATY/3trml5Yj-cE/s1600-h/Photo+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX0X-F4iI/AAAAAAAAATY/3trml5Yj-cE/s320/Photo+205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205882055385634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniXz71kWRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2SDHM4285go/s1600-h/Photo+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniXz71kWRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2SDHM4285go/s320/Photo+207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205874503440658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These last few weeks have consisted of a much more busy than normal pace, long walks/ rides/ deep conversations at the same time, and as expected, work. I dropped the laptop off down at the apple store, at the same time as getting a few shirts. Which is nice, because I have lately been lacking in work shirts, due to me being tall, and shirts shrinking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had another really great lunch today with a friend. It was pasta, Pasta Fresca. and this time I used Spaghetti Rigati, which is similar to Spaghetti but has little indented lines that run the length of the pasta, which does a very good job of locking in flavor. It really makes a difference and I think I like it more than Linguine. Thats the same with kosher salt and sea salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here is the recipe (its kinda vague, but thats because it depends on how many people your feeding plus its more fun to experiment)  :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tomatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh basil, parsley, tarragon (in that order of amount) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;olive oil(try to get something nice although it isnt necessary. Just make sure it isnt like "light" or something weird like that but pure, or extra virgin, olive oil.  )  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garlic, not alot. if you put too much it will be way too strong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tiny pinch of rosemary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kosher salt or sea salt(dont use table salt), various types of pepper in a pepper grinder and dont use powerish pepper! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butter, Not margarin!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: get water in a big pot. (depending on how much pasta you make, a big one might not be necessary) Put a little less than a palm full of salt in there. (it looks like alot but its a good amount) do the other steps while you let it boil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: get all of your herbs and tomatoes together and chop them up and put them in a bowl. But remember that you want more basil than the other herbs and the least tarragon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mix them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: get your garlic(that you chop up)  and a pinch of rosemary and put them in a small coffee cup and pour a good amount of olive oil that covers the bottem of the cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 4: By this time the water may be boiling, so put the pasta in the water and put your coffee cup of garlic and stuff in the microwave for 10 seconds, take it out, and pour it in the bowl of herbs and tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 5: stir the pasta every once in a while and taste it untill its ready, when its ready, take a SMALL half cup full of the boiling water and put it in the bowl of herbs and stuff. then pour the pasta in the strainer in your sink, put the pasta back in the pot(that you just emptied) and pour in the bowl of herbs and stuff and mix it all together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 6: put a good amount of butter in the pot, add olive oil to taste(meaning dont put a crapload of it in there) and eat it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. its quite delightful and super easy. So stop eating out and start cooking! You'll Save money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~ &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/8966531132667437932-7038837075437763668?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7038837075437763668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7038837075437763668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7038837075437763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7038837075437763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-pasta-recipe.html' title='finally the pasta recipe'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SniX2OJSoiI/AAAAAAAAATo/5p1aPIlOxD0/s72-c/011_14A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8936426822088711385</id><published>2009-07-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:27:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shows, late night photos. and... pasta recipes. maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPWV1AoZI/AAAAAAAAATI/BgsxfXghSsQ/s1600-h/016_9A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPWV1AoZI/AAAAAAAAATI/BgsxfXghSsQ/s320/016_9A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778176689643922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPWP1wgxI/AAAAAAAAATA/KbD2CEPD0jI/s1600-h/017_7A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPWP1wgxI/AAAAAAAAATA/KbD2CEPD0jI/s320/017_7A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778175082169106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPV0ycumI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ub13X-Sqjt4/s1600-h/Photo+1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPV0ycumI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ub13X-Sqjt4/s320/Photo+1392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778167820532322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPV5-Qx_I/AAAAAAAAASw/xxyx90ipm8s/s1600-h/Photo+1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPV5-Qx_I/AAAAAAAAASw/xxyx90ipm8s/s320/Photo+1691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778169212258290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPVvKTpcI/AAAAAAAAASo/vu24een7ffY/s1600-h/Photo+1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPVvKTpcI/AAAAAAAAASo/vu24een7ffY/s320/Photo+1697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778166309987778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening, my friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 11:54pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im wondering how many people read this... though i wont stop if no one reads this... but i want you to send me an email if you read this. no matter how long from now(july 20th 2009) it is. i think that would be fun. maybe ill get something in a few months, maybe a year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the past two mondays, i have had A few Sessions rather than "Shows" of me playing music and talking to random people in between songs. one thing to note... the sound system. if ever i play at dunn bros again i will not ever use their sound system. ill just use my own stuff. i did it tonight and it was great. (Last monday... not so much) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, i had alot of fun, and i played a few songs quite well for having a sore throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something quite peaceful in playing my music for others. For me i guess its easier to share apart of myself thats deeper than words and conversation. yet its stressful setting everything up because i feel sort of rushed sometimes. but i feel good knowing that apart of me will go home with someone else. anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at my computer on Photo Booth and realized that there are probably more pictures of alex choyce on there then there are of me... so i shot a few and here they are. Maybe i should try out for Americas Next Top Model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that a few friends were trying to do cart wheels. One did. others didnt. i dont. Rather, Cant... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so i know ive been talking about posting pasta recipes maybe next post. but really its quite simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i really really want a sheep. im not even joking. i really do. maybe i should have joined ffa and got a sheep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a good night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8936426822088711385?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8936426822088711385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8936426822088711385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8936426822088711385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8936426822088711385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/shows-late-night-photos-and-pasta.html' title='Shows, late night photos. and... pasta recipes. maybe.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SmVPWV1AoZI/AAAAAAAAATI/BgsxfXghSsQ/s72-c/016_9A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-4350562891746973649</id><published>2009-07-10T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:00:39.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors, for you who got stuck in the mud and are having trouble getting out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7u4LktI/AAAAAAAAASg/BvR4HTykSGQ/s1600-h/013_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7u4LktI/AAAAAAAAASg/BvR4HTykSGQ/s320/013_12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357257083325223634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7cD9IYI/AAAAAAAAASY/6a5K9K0yJkc/s1600-h/001_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7cD9IYI/AAAAAAAAASY/6a5K9K0yJkc/s320/001_24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357257078274335106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7BTuhbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ttEk8jmYV0o/s1600-h/006_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7BTuhbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ttEk8jmYV0o/s320/006_32.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357257071092729266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ane burn has a song called "true colors" by which i stumbled upon awhile ago when responding to a regular E-Shout by a music blog called "Daytrotter" (I highly recommend it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway. I was taking a late night ride on my bike(which lately, i have become quite fond of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And of course, i had music playing, and like most times i ride late at night, I tend to listen closer to music. i guess there's less distractions and its going directly to your ears as opposed to the competing sounds of everyday life. This song just struck me. Right on my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here are the lyrics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You with the sad eyes/ Don't be discouraged/ Oh i realize/ It's hard to take courage/ In a world full of people/ You can lose sight of it all/ And the darkness inside you/ Can make you feel so small/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px;   font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But i see your true colors/ Shining through I see your true colors/ And that's why i love you/ So don't be afraid to let them show/ Your true colors/ True colors are beautiful,/ Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Show me a smile then,/ Don't be unhappy, can't remember/ When i last saw you laughing/ If this world makes you crazy/ And you've taken all you can bear/ You call me up/ Because you know i'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And i'll see your true colors/ Shining through/ I see your true colors/ And that's why i love you/ So don't be afraid to let them show/ Your true colors/ True colors are beautiful,/ Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How often do we become Like the person being addressed in this song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Discouraged, degraded, hurt and worthless feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it is the devils work to keep us aware of our transgressions and to make us feel like we have no control of ourselves. Though we do have a sin nature that, well, is our nature causing us to act as subjects to the things of this world, The Holy Fathers Work is to help us persevere through the warfare taking place within us in another realm. Do not forget that as Christians(and only as Christians, if you are not a Christian you must become one) we have been set apart and have been transformed to be subjects of Christ! Children of God at that! We are his workmanship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And as his workmanship, theres no Hiding From God. Theres also no misjudgment of character because of past transgressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Often times we are afraid to just let people know who we are. One because they dont know us and two because, as humans, we tend to misunderstand and misjudge. But with God, We cant hide from him. He knows us inside and out. consider this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A quite popular Psalm but non-the-less truthful and wonderful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;an excerpt of Psalm 139:1-12,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"1O LORD, you have searched me&lt;br /&gt;  and you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16242" class="versenum" value="2" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You know when I sit and when I rise;&lt;br /&gt;  you perceive my thoughts from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16243" class="versenum" value="3" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You discern my going out and my lying down;&lt;br /&gt;  you are familiar with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16244" class="versenum" value="4" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Before a word is on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;  you know it completely, O LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16245" class="versenum" value="5" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You hem me in—behind and before;&lt;br /&gt;  you have laid your hand upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16246" class="versenum" value="6" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;  too lofty for me to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16247" class="versenum" value="7" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Where can I go from your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;  Where can I flee from your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16248" class="versenum" value="8" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I go up to the heavens, you are there;&lt;br /&gt;  if I make my bed in the depths, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16249" class="versenum" value="9" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I rise on the wings of the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;  if I settle on the far side of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16250" class="versenum" value="10" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; even there your hand will guide me,&lt;br /&gt;  your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16251" class="versenum" value="11" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me&lt;br /&gt;  and the light become night around me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16252" class="versenum" value="12" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; even the darkness will not be dark to you;&lt;br /&gt;  the night will shine like the day,&lt;br /&gt;  for darkness is as light to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember this. When Satan reminds you that you suck and that we can never do anything good. (which is good to accept) remember that we can overcome the ways of this world by seeking God for guidance and perseverance. How do we seek God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is not Hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His word. and Prayer. and fellowship. its as simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But remember that one without the other two or two without one is going to be really hard. How can you talk to someone you know nothing about and try to have a deep conversation? In the same sense, we can get so caught up in the Bible that it is just useless information because we arnt connected to the Father. In fact we can so easily misguide people because we read without the insight of God. And finally it is always better to fellowship with someone else. God never meant for us to "go it alone." that would be a terribly lonely journey and quite hard on us. Again God didnt make us to shut people out all together but rather to connect with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From a Sheep who really likes it when God reveals things to him at strange times of the day(like last night while listening to music and riding my bike),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Scottry~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ps. Theres something really weird about Blogger's formating. like the overly large spaces between some lines randomly... haha. soo yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-4350562891746973649?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4350562891746973649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=4350562891746973649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4350562891746973649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4350562891746973649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-colors-for-you-who-got-stuck-in.html' title='True Colors, for you who got stuck in the mud and are having trouble getting out...'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SljM7u4LktI/AAAAAAAAASg/BvR4HTykSGQ/s72-c/013_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-5252457355575333480</id><published>2009-07-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:24:02.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwiches! And other things summer; an up date to my lake of posts lately.</title><content type='html'>So today i made a sandwich. and ive noticed a pattern in which i make my sandwiches. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think today ive made a perfectly balanced, nothing overpowering in taste, sandwich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's how to make it (In this order). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whole grain and flax bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;real butter to spead on the bread(trust me if you put margarin on it, it will ruin the sandwich)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about 6 or 7 small pieces of Dry Italian Salami.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two regular/big pieces of Honey Roasted Turkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two regular/big pieces of Black Forest Ham. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one piece of Provolone Cheese &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 fresh picked basil leaves(it HAS to be fresh) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two more pieces of Provolone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. thats how you make it. yipie yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, Im about to do some shows, As soon as i hear back from the places i asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they will be on the 13th(next monday) and the 20th(the monday after that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im going to do some open mic things on fridays now that i open at work instead of close. so thats going to be cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week i have been at camp. Impact Youth Camp. I was an "adult" leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many amazing things what went on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote something i might as well post on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock tower struck 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It told me to Go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;To start, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;To Surrender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was blind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Glory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;And surrendered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM IN, But not by the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; of my pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have been in, But forgot Who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NEVER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it ever occurred to you that the same Christ, Fully Human and Fully God, that walked on this earth is not dead in a box in the ground but Alive in heaven? Right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you just havent thought that God IS living and real and In us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you just havent thought of it in that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe you think you believe that yet you live like He isnt real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we go about our days understanding this, What faith and trust will arise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we so casual with our faith? Is it because we arent being threatened? Well let me tell you. Every day Everywhere we go we are Constantly Bombarded and threatened with the media and subliminal messages transferred by the media that are most certainly not Christ-like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you draw the line between hearing the media and actually listening? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the same sense is there a line you Draw with God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ok God i think your cool, but uh, yeah, i mean, not right now, do you think you can wait till next week?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How insane does that sound? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the Sheep who likes to wait forever until he posts but one thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scottry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-5252457355575333480?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/5252457355575333480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=5252457355575333480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5252457355575333480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5252457355575333480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/07/sandwiches-and-other-things-summer-up.html' title='Sandwiches! And other things summer; an up date to my lake of posts lately.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-4708495672583102437</id><published>2009-05-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:11:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clicking and Moaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Inorganic production of sound&lt;div&gt;The clicking of clocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The constant moaning of machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;    It keeps me from you, dear melody, my dear stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me it is the beating heart underneath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;the floorboards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;no one else hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;yet I am not without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather, i wait and long for the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I yearn&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; |&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I yearn for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;for the gears &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;machinery&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this MAN-MADE machine&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;that click constant&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; |&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fails&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;to rust and breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kink and break open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This everlasting song and sound lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Buried in the ground underfoot the the low hum of a factory of static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Self Glorification.&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/8966531132667437932-4708495672583102437?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4708495672583102437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=4708495672583102437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4708495672583102437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4708495672583102437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/05/clicking-and-moaning.html' title='Clicking and Moaning'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-6564353060924411361</id><published>2009-04-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:19:09.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133L8v20I/AAAAAAAAASI/sYyUK5A3p0Q/s1600-h/002_23A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133L8v20I/AAAAAAAAASI/sYyUK5A3p0Q/s320/002_23A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542124605889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133MxiT3I/AAAAAAAAASA/VFu7HPkeu2A/s1600-h/018_7A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133MxiT3I/AAAAAAAAASA/VFu7HPkeu2A/s320/018_7A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542124827299698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133DQt-GI/AAAAAAAAAR4/90LTyzjfAvc/s1600-h/011_13A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133DQt-GI/AAAAAAAAAR4/90LTyzjfAvc/s320/011_13A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542122273732706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd1322EKfyI/AAAAAAAAARw/_chJwB11c38/s1600-h/Photo+1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd1322EKfyI/AAAAAAAAARw/_chJwB11c38/s320/Photo+1298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542118731415330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd132iSbd7I/AAAAAAAAARo/mOGE5IbLKDk/s1600-h/Photo+1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd132iSbd7I/AAAAAAAAARo/mOGE5IbLKDk/s320/Photo+1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322542113422538674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hall people walk through is a place where no one sees actual people. &lt;div&gt;We pass by so many stories without noticing that they are actual living people. with stories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a strange daily happening that we don't question wether we recognize other people actually have lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the fact that theyre just living, but that they have a similar capacity of emotions no matter how dull, cold, dumb, or unemotional they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotion may not be logic but its a reflection of our hearts and perception. Emotion can be wrong, but so can catalysts of emotion and those who cause it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As humans we view others with conviction and with the notion that what ever they say must be hypocritical, when in fact by saying that very thing we are condemning ourselves. True justice thrives only where God is. And where he isnt it is sparse, if that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christians, i know the church sucks. its full of hypocrites, and theyre all in it for the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no. remember that theyre equally as evil as we are. romans 3:23 "for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" so with that said can we fight sin with more sin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a word that is overused and quite misunderstood. but we need to use Love. and love is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what? God! because God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; love. so where God is absent, so is love(in whole, not just an idea of Love) . Ive said this a million times and i think you all are wondering when im going to stop posting things about love(the few who actually read) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you really look at it, we cant depend on our selfs to fix things, because we in our selfs, are dirty with out True Love.  so we have to become empty vessels and serve the eternal Creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Go of what your holding on to. Worry no more, but Act on Love in every true and pure sense of the word. and Ask for the wisdom to read His Word. For God is not merely a feeling, He's God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a few pictures i thought id just post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sheep who follows only One Shepherd ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-6564353060924411361?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6564353060924411361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=6564353060924411361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6564353060924411361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6564353060924411361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/04/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sd133L8v20I/AAAAAAAAASI/sYyUK5A3p0Q/s72-c/002_23A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-4051800702395610859</id><published>2009-03-03T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:34:02.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atawale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2yJBVNI/AAAAAAAAARg/IVXeQ2CnKZs/s1600-h/Photo+1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2yJBVNI/AAAAAAAAARg/IVXeQ2CnKZs/s320/Photo+1224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309199544074982610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2ih1IGI/AAAAAAAAARY/JWxlJoPFUS0/s1600-h/002_23A_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2ih1IGI/AAAAAAAAARY/JWxlJoPFUS0/s320/002_23A_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309199539884073058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2JsmI0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/PEe0f_HI2AU/s1600-h/DSC05562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2JsmI0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/PEe0f_HI2AU/s320/DSC05562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309199533218341698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q15UendI/AAAAAAAAARI/V2OekvgTwWY/s1600-h/015_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q15UendI/AAAAAAAAARI/V2OekvgTwWY/s320/015_15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309199528822218194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q1cez3WI/AAAAAAAAARA/aCuHMjissHg/s1600-h/Photo+1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q1cez3WI/AAAAAAAAARA/aCuHMjissHg/s320/Photo+1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309199521080925538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a song recently. and for some reason it just clicked. its probably one of the best recordings ive ever done. its kinda funny that i say that about every one that comes out... haha but each time i feel like it gets better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this friday im going to go to the Island city limits festival down at St. Martins and am super excited about it. but this is how it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can listen to this as you read as well by going to :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theedgeofthehorizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atawale! Atawale tu! muachia yesu Atawale! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(our God reigns, Our God reigns, Jesus our lord and saviour reigns)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ujana Wako, Atawale tu, Muachia Yesu Atawale tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in our youth, our God reigns, Jesus, our lord and savior reigns) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im thinking that i need to to more songs in swahili or Luganda. because i love the way this sounds and i love singing it. And theres something special about it to me. it reminds me of Uganda. What wonderful voices and words and music i was around! what a beautiful place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the great thing is that i dont miss it. though i love it and id go back in a second, i feel great that God has me here to do something Now and he's really making a path for me to walk in. theres so much to do at this school. theres so much to do for Him at work as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Wednesday im going to my old church for bible study at 7 because i dont have class. but the great thing is that i get to fellowship with someone who i work with who i dont think has anyone to really fellowship with. im just excited to fellowship in general. at least just for this Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now its time for random pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people. i want you to pray for a man called Zach and his family. just pray for comfort and calmness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a sheep to people but Known fully by his shepherd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-4051800702395610859?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4051800702395610859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=4051800702395610859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4051800702395610859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4051800702395610859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/03/atawale.html' title='Atawale'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/Sa4Q2yJBVNI/AAAAAAAAARg/IVXeQ2CnKZs/s72-c/Photo+1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-5128193138032811916</id><published>2009-02-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:11:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent things and getting over being bored and busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdth4gRhfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xMtTxg9gaiE/s1600-h/013_12A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdth4gRhfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xMtTxg9gaiE/s320/013_12A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298323915495540210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdthPfN7-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Dra8QFgZbsY/s1600-h/008_17A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdthPfN7-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Dra8QFgZbsY/s320/008_17A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298323904485257186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtggcFxSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VnwIV4EzwEM/s1600-h/014_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtggcFxSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VnwIV4EzwEM/s320/014_14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298323891855672610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtf7cF70I/AAAAAAAAAQM/GGHs1TmS_5Q/s1600-h/004_21A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtf7cF70I/AAAAAAAAAQM/GGHs1TmS_5Q/s320/004_21A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298323881923571522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtfAumjCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZLyj-wvbFdA/s1600-h/FH000012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdtfAumjCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZLyj-wvbFdA/s320/FH000012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298323866163514402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately ive been taking alot of pictures. so i just thought id share some with you. at the same time as kind of letting you know whats been on my heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you all know, Morris and Aidah (the Pastor and Wife I stayed with) stayed at our house for a few days about a month ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( i actually was going to post this a month ago but... i guess it just never happened) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured id tell you whats going on in my life since its been so long and i havent really talked to anyone in awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters im in school, im taking 14 hours and i work 30 hours a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to school at hcc and i work at Sun and ski sports(a surprisingly fun place to work.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am actually busy. and i thought i was busy in uganda. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically things have been quite fast paced and very unthoughtful and unexpected. i just go through each day so quickly and complacent. but i think im getting a handel on how im supposed to handle it all. One thing is for sure, ive been laking fellowship(because of how busy i am) and have been dropped into a severely non christian environment. and its been taking a toll on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing i have realized is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in africa i learned to get real and to start serving the Lord with a full heart and i had so many people backing me and i was surrounded with Godly people like pastor Morris and when the Grace team and i were in tanzania, all the people who came just like me to serve God. I had so much support and God worked through me because i was in line with him, but to put me to the test... he brought me back, first to a slow moving, awkward, stagnate-all-of-the-sudden life style and then he put me in two places where He was the last to be thought of... (or at least thought of with love and reverence...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants us to be with him and have the same passions everywhere we go. There are no exceptions. and being busy isnt one by far. and ive realized how icky i feel inside, how much i miss being in Gods ministry out in a foreign country half way across the world. But an interesting thing came up as all of this was talking place. the attitude of "getting real" pertained as much as it did then as it does now and ive already said that but on sunday mornings at church the pastor started preaching out of the book of malachi, which most people haven't read or even know it exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the last book of the old testament and talks mostly about how Israel(under the old covenant) was defiling Gods property and his deserved reverence and worship. the people offered sick and lame animals to him as sacrifices because that is what they had to spare and because that is what they didnt want. the priests did not teach truth and God was as far away from their thoughts as what the former president of Micronesia  must be doing right now or "where is carmen san diego? and what happened to all of those games?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought to myself. "boy, ive really been giving God nothing and haven't devoted any time to him, And i dont even think about him at all somedays" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesnt sound right when you had such great experiences huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God comes close who come close to him. and just because we pray or sing about Him doesnt mean it comes from our hearts. simply talking about him occasionally or mentioning him doesnt cut it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people ask, "why has God done this to me, or Where is God" and yet at church they simply take up space because of formality. Being in a church doesnt mean God is there. in fact he hates churches that are filled with people that just take up space. in malachi God says to Israel to just shut the gates of the temple because it is better with you not in it that for you to fill it with customs and formalitys if it is not pleasing to Me. (not a direct quote read it yourself in malachi, the book right before matthew, its not very long) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, if anyone wants to start fellowship with me on like tuesday or something thursday or friday night is fine too, than let me know i will soo gladly come together with you in the name of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you all have a really good weekend, and i wish someone would come visit me... at sun and ski........... hint hint (ask me when i work) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sheep who often strays because of complacency but is always Shot at, woken up, and then returned by his Modern Shepherd with a rope-net gun and then carried back in a net full of stickers (and i mean paper stickers that say"moron" or "i like to flee into danger because i see candy" ), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. those pictures are old. i mean like a month old. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-5128193138032811916?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/5128193138032811916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=5128193138032811916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5128193138032811916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/5128193138032811916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-things-and-getting-over-being.html' title='Recent things and getting over being bored and busy.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SYdth4gRhfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xMtTxg9gaiE/s72-c/013_12A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-1023031698609520676</id><published>2009-01-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:35:06.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SWhcS8xfutI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PC5pTJb6Cf8/s1600-h/DSC08143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SWhcSViP6SI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nMHuDZ_eLIo/s320/DSC06273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579232434841890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SWhcSNA2PPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6f-MwqOa6w8/s1600-h/Photo+1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SWhcSNA2PPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6f-MwqOa6w8/s320/Photo+1244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579230147263730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting at all lately and im not sure why i haven't...&lt;br /&gt;I guess ill start off by posting the lyrics to one of the new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stagnate path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The stagnate state in which I lived&lt;br /&gt;Drive me into the ground&lt;br /&gt;so that I may rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need direction&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what i need to know&lt;br /&gt;My life is worthless without you&lt;br /&gt;So lead me in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been happening and its just going to get more and more busy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ive kind of been drained. of course ive been sick too. so that probably has something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;but really, i dont understand how i feel right now. im quite confused about a few things. but i know that God is constant and unchanging and im so glad that he is. my heart is torn inside to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to write about it. so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is an old wooden piano, sounding its melodious song, never heard.&lt;br /&gt;My love is lost in the wind, like a Small boat at sea, blown by the forces of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to empty my heart, but it falls onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;You can see me. but dont hear me when I come close.&lt;br /&gt;if only youd listen to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;if only youd listen to my slow Song!&lt;br /&gt;for it plays for you, yet you dont hear.&lt;br /&gt;my music flows from my heart to my fingers and to my voice!&lt;br /&gt;but in your ears, it just sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cry out to my Maker in pain, and he hears me&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me that He loves me and that His love is more than all. for he IS love.&lt;br /&gt;But He made me to have this desire. Not to be taken over by lust or infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;but Genuineness. Truth. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Drive me into the gound, Oh God&lt;br /&gt;so that i may rise again and see what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need direction,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what i need to know.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats some really personal stuff. if you ask me to tell you more, I will. because i have nothing to hide. but im not going to plaster it on here. I started to write for one person, but it applies to alot of people. all i want is to show people my heart but when i do its not seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aside from the intense pulling in my heart. ive been a little sick. and im about to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also thinking about how i have one of most wonderful violist best friends around. to whom all of this usually gets spilled out to on the phone at night. round of applause for her for being a solid friend who hears this music quite often!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. i think its quite late. heres a few extremely random pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if ever you need prayer or someone to talk to. Send me a message. my email is on the profile. or facebook me if your on facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sheep Who is yearning for his shepherds arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-1023031698609520676?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1023031698609520676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=1023031698609520676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1023031698609520676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1023031698609520676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='An Update.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SWhcS8xfutI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PC5pTJb6Cf8/s72-c/DSC08143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8058510510875964469</id><published>2008-12-16T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:32:41.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i thought i would tell you that im back! ive been back for a few days now, but it feels like a lot more than a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the recording i made in africa is up on my bands myspace! so if you want to check that out heres the link (its called "bright like stars" and i think its the first one and also theres another one i just recorded last night and its alot of fun. it was really great making it too. but yeah there you go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theedgeofthehorizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note* you do not have to have a myspace in order to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i just want to say thank you so much and i want you to know how much i really appreciate your prayers and support and i want you to know that i wold do the same for you anyway. (even those who didnt, if you need prayer, tell me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Shepherds Sheep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8058510510875964469?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8058510510875964469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8058510510875964469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8058510510875964469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8058510510875964469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='Im Back!'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2806959353887028973</id><published>2008-12-09T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:32:56.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting story pls 40th post. yay! and also Leaving tomorrow</title><content type='html'>so last night i took a shower after cleaning my room because i was going to share a room with another person( theres 2 beds...) haha. and at the same time everyone else is in the sitting room having a very seirous family meeting( so i wasnt there, and i i wasnt supposed to anyway) so i took the shower and i come out in a towel shut the door to the sitting room and go to my room in the hall. and at the same time i was wondering "what if theres someone in there... " and i open the door and jared is in there! and as i opened the door he started to sing "do you know the muffin man?" and it happened right as i walked halfway into the room. it was very funny. but slightly awkward. haha. i actually jumpen alittle in a towel. i think he was quite suprised to see that i was in a towel too... its like " ohh wait... ohh... uhh... right... im going to go now..." anyway. yay for awkward situations. there always fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 40th post! yay for celebrating mediocracy! haha. i guess the 50th post is more of a thing to "celebrate about" or maybe just to make note of. yeah. really just the 50th, 75th and the 100th. yeah... haha for me i guess its an accomplishment of actually keeping a blog haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you can recall my note "leaving tomorrow" (maybe the second post i had?) well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is that same day. except for the fact that i dont have the same feelings about it as i did when i posted the one coming here. i actually had a good explanation about how i felt this trip went in my last note. so check that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well people. Im coming home! &lt;br /&gt;see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Sheep that is coming home because of his Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2806959353887028973?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2806959353887028973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2806959353887028973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2806959353887028973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2806959353887028973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-story-pls-40th-post-yay-and.html' title='interesting story pls 40th post. yay! and also Leaving tomorrow'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2822841103966173878</id><published>2008-12-09T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:34:26.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow. last day.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day and yet alot is still going on. haha. which im ok about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is weird is that i dont even feel like im at the end of my trip. like it doesnt really feel like a trip but like i live here. its weird. i guess ive moved so much that i guess i feel like ive moved here... haha. but i also think that im at the age of leaving home anyway. which i will next fall for college. (this spring i will be at a comm college near home. ) but anyway. im excited to come home. but my days feel normal here. i guess thats a good thing. but i guess i just have delayed reactions. (i think i mentioned that last blog? ) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed the band name. its now "the shepherds sheep." haha the name of my blog, which, i am going to keep doing. and i think im ging to add a few members to this blog if they would like to start posting on here( obviously, Christina and Alex. and maybe somone else who im not sure is joining the band. if your a girl you know who you are... i think. haha ) i like dogs. and i try to eat air somtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to more seirous things. I have been so blessed by being here. and ive become someone different than when i came. at least i feel a little bit different... i guess its more that i recognize alot more things now that are from God and actions that i do that need to go... ive read alot of scripture while on this trip and i think thats become a habit. which is good. and its not that i didnt before, but just not seirously and everyday. you know theres a way to approach reading Gods word and if we just read it to read it theres nothing we can get from it. we have to take to heart what it says and we have to take it slow and read a section at a time and contemplate on it( and ask God to reveal to you the mysteries of his word) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. its weird leaving here. because a part of me feels like im leaving people behond and another part recognizes that i came to plant a seed. and to let God water it. but im deff keeping in touch with these people through email and will be monthly giving them new material and hopefully next summer i can go back for about two weeks to follow up on things a bit and to see where things have gone to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i have come for soo many different reasons than my own. for many ive answered their prayers in different ways. and for me ive learned that God does not only send us places because of the task we have in mind but for so many other things in addition that we never would have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been amazing getting to know the other side of these people. alot of times us muzungus( forigners or more simply, white people) just see them as translators and people that move our equipment for us and cook for us and put everything togeather for us. it really puts things into prespective, both sides, good and bad. ive done alot of counceling. and i thank God for giving me the wisdom, the heart, and the words to properly and correctly minister to those who seeked it. i recognize that none of the wisdom and other things like that has come from me too. im am but an empy vessel and will remain that until God fills it with something. ive learned to press on and keep working even though i was tired. there were days where felt i just didnt want to teach and everytime i felt that way i thought about why i was there and why God sent me. "does this correspond with why God sent me?" and i prayed to God to take the Hate out of my heart and replace it with Love. because when you just feel bad for no reason its a result of the absence of God. and when you are doing Gods work satan can really get in and mess things up when you even When you are just slightly distracted or if you just havent dedicated the day to God. Every day its important(more so when we are doing the work of God) to dedicate our day and lives to Him because when we dont, we set our selfs up for attack by satan. now, satan attacks regardless of the situation small step by small step untill your in a really bad mood. and it starts in ways we dont notice. we constantly have to evaluate what is in our hearts and ask our selves if its with Gods path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if im sounding "overly" christian to you... get real. "well you know, i love God... hes cool... but man relax... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats astonishingly wrong. but its not that astonishing because so many christians arnt real. they just go to church because "its the right thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do understand though is that we are all on different walks in our faith with Christ. Some just dont know. and others just choose not to know. and others dont care. and few are real. but i guess thats how humans work. people are filled with their own self intrest and naturelly what comes out is: apathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an amazingly horrendous word. i hate that word. and i hate the Action with all my heart.  ( dont confuse hating the action with hating the person because thats not what we are called to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thats whats goin down.  here in town. i aint got no frown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited to come home and im excited to see the friuts of what i have planted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, ive learned so much and i thank you all for your prayers and i thank you all the supported me in both prayer and material because without both i would not be here. thank you so much becuse it is my passion to share with people music and a different way to look at it instead of it just being there in the backround. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go do a bit of packing. i hope you all have a wonderful night and i will leave in the 12th. this thursday and get home on the 13th. yay for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who learns with all his heart from his Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2822841103966173878?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2822841103966173878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2822841103966173878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2822841103966173878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2822841103966173878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-last-day.html' title='tomorrow. last day.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-1410022208050571601</id><published>2008-12-06T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:57:39.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when im leaving.</title><content type='html'>so the dates have changed due to a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insted of me getting back home on the 17th i now get home on the 13th. so yay for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I was looking fowared to kenya* im glad im coming home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i thought about how it would all be and i thought that hangen with my dad on a safari for three days would be awesome...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited about coming home and its approaching quite fast... and its kind of strange too... ( the feelings always come after i do something... for example. when i go home, when i get home i will probably feel sad about leaving after ive already left... haha yay for delayed reactions... ) &lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt have to do with thinking about a situation and the outcome and things i have to deal with( i think quite far ahead sometimes... sometimes with out knowing how to get there) anyway. i hope you all are having a wonderful day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good rest of the weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Christ through which all things are made holy with his blood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-1410022208050571601?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1410022208050571601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=1410022208050571601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1410022208050571601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1410022208050571601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-im-leaving.html' title='when im leaving.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7839409302694731449</id><published>2008-12-04T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:41:10.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording in the studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsoqCJaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WHnSyDEwHMo/s1600-h/DSC08381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsoqCJaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WHnSyDEwHMo/s320/DSC08381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276192030664566178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsU0t68I/AAAAAAAAAPM/S9l0ZZdHjgA/s1600-h/DSC08379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsU0t68I/AAAAAAAAAPM/S9l0ZZdHjgA/s320/DSC08379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276192025340668866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsEyDXKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/E5Dgh50Mnoo/s1600-h/DSC08374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsEyDXKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/E5Dgh50Mnoo/s320/DSC08374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276192021034523810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMr7f2PCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SWij-hhlur0/s1600-h/DSC08370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMr7f2PCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SWij-hhlur0/s320/DSC08370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276192018542246946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday I recorded. A song. Just one. But im glad and it turned out very well too.  Except for the djembe ( a drum).  So here are the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;Its called “Bright Like Stars”&lt;br /&gt;As the sun falls below the earth,&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful part of the day commences,&lt;br /&gt;As the colors explode from the epicenter&lt;br /&gt;From the wonderful disturbance in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where the first few stars shine bright&lt;br /&gt;And the moon shows himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the moon hides its face from the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the stars refuse to shine upon the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness spreads, as does the night,&lt;br /&gt;As it quickly encompasses what was once light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians… why do you hide? It only leads to tough trials later on. (where you question your faith because you are faithless) &lt;br /&gt;This isn’t some “nice religion” you can just go to and say… “well this one seems nice. I think this fits my personality.” First off, its not religion but salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go into detail to what I mean in the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;the sun represents a smooth life where nothing is going wrong and everything’s just great and dandy and we feel like we dont need anything, and so when things start to get complicated is when things start to show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors that “explode from the epicenter” represent the fruits and good actions revealing a good Godly character when we are faced with opposition, because that’s when you can tell what kind of person someone is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When our faults are exposed and things get tough how do we face things? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “wonderful disturbance” represents the lessons learned from hard times, it represents how God heats things up in order to make things pure after their finished or another example would be how a carpenter uses sand paper to smooth out wood so that he can use it while building a chair. &lt;br /&gt;Then the stars that shine bright is a light in the darkness after we have been shaped by God, (see Philippians 2)&lt;br /&gt;And the moon that “shows himself”  is who we really are in Christ. And people see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what the first part means, &lt;br /&gt;I think with the first part in mind you can figure it out. Its not too hard… &lt;br /&gt;Basicly, it goes back to what I was first saying about not hiding your self and Letting your light shine. Why hide how you are in Christ? It only leads to bad things.(you reap what you sow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this little light of mine, im gonna let it shine. “ yay for Sunday school. Haha I think im going to record that song too (when I get home) . I think that would be sweet. Make it all folkie and stuff. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;That’s that. Here are a few pics too. I hope you like em. And check out Sheep! Lost Sheep!’s myspace too. Because I think im going to post it. If not. Youll just have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theedgeofthehorizon&lt;br /&gt;so ive been thinking about renaming the band again(what number is this? Like the 5th name? maybe the 7th? Haha). &lt;br /&gt;I think im going to go with The Shepherds Sheep (the name of my blog) but I think it’s a better name. the other ones too strange looking and sleepy sheeps isn’t serious enough. ( not to say we are really serious people. Or to say that we are looking to get famous, but rather just finding a good that is appropriate with the content.) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I hope this has affected you in some way. Because I think that’s the goal of a blog. (at least some) to show people whats on their hearts in order that people may think about something or reflect on an experience that someone has shared.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I hope you all have a good night! I really had fun today(a few days ago… haha). And im satisfied with the track I recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherds sheep who likes to sing whats on his mind,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7839409302694731449?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7839409302694731449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7839409302694731449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7839409302694731449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7839409302694731449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/recording-in-studio.html' title='Recording in the studio'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STjMsoqCJaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WHnSyDEwHMo/s72-c/DSC08381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7038816067150905552</id><published>2008-12-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:49:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I climbed a mountain yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWDKmdUNFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AFHK1LkcGAc/s1600-h/DSC08350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWDKmdUNFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AFHK1LkcGAc/s320/DSC08350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266756679840850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWDKmIUX_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/P5dKbmq78YQ/s1600-h/DSC08347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWDKmIUX_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/P5dKbmq78YQ/s320/DSC08347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266756591771634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiuyK_5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/neEO17Up3Vc/s1600-h/DSC08331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiuyK_5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/neEO17Up3Vc/s320/DSC08331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266071720034194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCin6LAcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rvKgp9bv0K4/s1600-h/DSC08308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCin6LAcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rvKgp9bv0K4/s320/DSC08308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266069874540994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiiGIfyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gtk6e6o_b9Y/s1600-h/DSC08295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiiGIfyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gtk6e6o_b9Y/s320/DSC08295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266068314095394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiQee6pI/AAAAAAAAAOM/FpUqjdSmDd4/s1600-h/DSC08282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWCiQee6pI/AAAAAAAAAOM/FpUqjdSmDd4/s320/DSC08282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266063584389778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBuNs4qEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bolOWZOZKGg/s1600-h/DSC08259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBuNs4qEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bolOWZOZKGg/s320/DSC08259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275265169486293058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBt0i1jyI/AAAAAAAAANs/3s57ZVCeIRs/s1600-h/DSC08254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBt0i1jyI/AAAAAAAAANs/3s57ZVCeIRs/s320/DSC08254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275265162733260578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBuN50EtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/88qHeiBJMqI/s1600-h/DSC08273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBuN50EtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/88qHeiBJMqI/s320/DSC08273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275265169540518610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBt2-FsrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uSTwGPhd_yo/s1600-h/DSC08257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWBt2-FsrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uSTwGPhd_yo/s320/DSC08257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275265163384435378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. i climbed a mountian yesterday... it was absolutely amazing and word do not discribe the Glory of God. even though that was just a small mountain in a big world that God has constructed. its amazing. but yeah here are some pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im recording a few songs tomorrow! so ill have some pics from there too. (and lyrics and maybe you can hear it if myspace cooporates)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7038816067150905552?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7038816067150905552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7038816067150905552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7038816067150905552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7038816067150905552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-climbed-mountain-yesterday.html' title='I climbed a mountain yesterday.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/STWDKmdUNFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AFHK1LkcGAc/s72-c/DSC08350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7772689691747296578</id><published>2008-11-29T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:26:39.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past few days</title><content type='html'>So for the last few days I have been in and out of town. Its been kinda fun! Walking around freely, not alone but freely, its really great and I know my way around too. I’ve been here for a while so I really should.  &lt;br /&gt;But a few days ago I investigated two recording studios. The first one I went to is amazing! Well. I mean it’s an ok studio but for here it’s a great studio and its good for what we have here in mbale. &lt;br /&gt;The second one … not so much. But it was ok and it had some good equipment, like a good keyboard. But I really liked the first one a lot. It had a decent Condenser large diaphragm mic and a window from the control room to the room where people sing and stuff. And I think I will really get a good deal with these guys too. There Christians and they have a few people going to the bible college im teaching at. So that’s cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually really excited about it too. I don’t know why. I think it’s the feeling of recording in an actual studio instead of just at home. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Meow mix. Its morning. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I feel. I had another weird dream again last night. But its not because of medicine. I think satan is really hammering me with intense thoughts at night, Because I never had crazy dreams a week ago and that’s about the same time on my malaria medication. So im sure its not that. But I think its because im counseling some people in the way of the lord. So pray for that. Pray that I stay focused. Because im not done yet. In fact im kind of behind now because this whole week theres been hut to hut evangelism and crusades in the evening (which ive been playing drum set at. Actually a lot of fun. I have some pictures too)  &lt;br /&gt;Its now not morning but night. &lt;br /&gt;I had a good day. I just decided to buy that flash disk. I called it “sheep drive” haha yay for heeps of sheep. And I bought it at the same place as last time except this time I sent one of my friends to go in first and get the real price and not the muzungu price(white guy who must have tons of money price) and I got it for 10,000 uganda shillings which is like 6 or 7 dollars. Which here, is a lot. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really excited to go home actually. But im not feeling like Im sad because I want to go home I just like that I get to go home. I think anyone would be excited to go home. For what is home? It truly is a place you go to at the end of the day, to be surrounded by your family no matter the condition of your family because it’s the good times we hold to and hope for and the bad times we persevere through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me a few days to write these things sometimes before they get to the computer with internet. Its now morning of the day after yesterday.  Or Friday, November 28, 2008. Anyway… here are my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Wow so its 14 days. 14 days till I go to Kenya anyway with my dad. Then I go home on the 17th. (or something like that. ) I think I mentioned this but we are going on a safari. But im having second thoughts about it and I kind of want to go home on the 12th.  Anyway… I don’t know. Im starting to anticipate the homeward direction. Things are going to be so different. So different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive really been struggling with weather I even have feelings of my own… because I catch myself feeling things that I don’t want and then I know that the devil is just playing with my feelings and I feel like when ever I feel something I feel wrong doing so. Im so confused. Is it wrong to think about people(not in a lustful manner that’s not what I mean, I guess its hard to explain… just keep reading)? And I feel like it is because its distracting to the plan that God has but at the same time I don’t know if its just spiritual warfare or if its genuine feelings. Because after all if everything comes from God that is good (which don’t get me wrong is very great and is awesome and I love being filled with the holy spirit because I know that I am pure and I do things that honor God) are the feelings that come with them ours? Or are they Gods? &lt;br /&gt;In the same sense, when we do things that are bad we feel bad. And I know that its our sin nature that does that. And the devil just comes in and amplifies it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything come from me? But does it really matter if it is from us? After all life on this earth is temporary and we were built to Love God and worship him for eternity.  Maybe im just thinking about this too hard. I don’t know. I ask that you pray for clarity and understanding for me here… &lt;br /&gt;Anything I can pray for you about? Big or small, bad or not, public or private, I will pray and you can trust that I will pray for you, even here in Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just reading one of my old blogs (I type them up on my computer then transfer them to another computer. )  and I was writing about how Jesus had feelings.  Jesus was fully human and fully God at the same time. How crazy. So that means that if he had feelings because he was fully human, so do we. Cool. Im smiling right now. I thank God for that reminder. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who Loves His Shepherd who reiminds him of things,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7772689691747296578?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7772689691747296578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7772689691747296578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7772689691747296578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7772689691747296578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/past-few-days.html' title='the past few days'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2223188183722953858</id><published>2008-11-27T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:29:49.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHqYnM-I/AAAAAAAAANk/dZ_DcmcvryQ/s1600-h/DSC08241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHqYnM-I/AAAAAAAAANk/dZ_DcmcvryQ/s320/DSC08241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273297480868901858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHaay6II/AAAAAAAAANU/9Xq7u145i0Q/s1600-h/DSC08238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHaay6II/AAAAAAAAANU/9Xq7u145i0Q/s320/DSC08238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273297476583090306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHmZyyJI/AAAAAAAAANc/VFUU-ChLNk0/s1600-h/DSC08239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHmZyyJI/AAAAAAAAANc/VFUU-ChLNk0/s320/DSC08239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273297479800113298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6C2V-eSKI/AAAAAAAAANE/rzCO3QPMU0c/s320/DSC08237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273296083821152418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6C2JhxIpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NkAeTNG_-gU/s1600-h/DSC08230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6C2JhxIpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NkAeTNG_-gU/s320/DSC08230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273296080479527570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6C2OhFVaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/L1RaOI93Kgc/s1600-h/DSC08229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6C2OhFVaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/L1RaOI93Kgc/s320/DSC08229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273296081818834338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6BnGuHt3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/k6l20T9RLhY/s320/DSC08224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273294722516367218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6BmoavnCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Nfij1XdbYOE/s1600-h/DSC08217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6BmoavnCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Nfij1XdbYOE/s320/DSC08217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273294714382031906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6A0fLGvoI/AAAAAAAAAME/i8MRanV0Pu0/s1600-h/DSC08213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6A0fLGvoI/AAAAAAAAAME/i8MRanV0Pu0/s320/DSC08213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273293852907060866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6Az8GXpII/AAAAAAAAAL8/9zX5iPk7OBU/s1600-h/DSC08211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6Az8GXpII/AAAAAAAAAL8/9zX5iPk7OBU/s320/DSC08211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273293843491955842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6Az3FtZ4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/37kIrc-qIUM/s1600-h/DSC08197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6Az3FtZ4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/37kIrc-qIUM/s320/DSC08197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273293842147010434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS5_CtkC_gI/AAAAAAAAALs/3yR1IqqLTRE/s1600-h/DSC08187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS5_CtkC_gI/AAAAAAAAALs/3yR1IqqLTRE/s320/DSC08187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273291898264681986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS5_CcwK1yI/AAAAAAAAALk/xDjOTBW6NKo/s1600-h/DSC08186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS5_CcwK1yI/AAAAAAAAALk/xDjOTBW6NKo/s320/DSC08186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273291893752125218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a little past due for the wedding pics(although theres like 3) &lt;br /&gt;but hey theyre still pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others are from various other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2223188183722953858?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2223188183722953858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2223188183722953858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2223188183722953858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2223188183722953858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SS6EHqYnM-I/AAAAAAAAANk/dZ_DcmcvryQ/s72-c/DSC08241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-1189229666466758262</id><published>2008-11-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:35:06.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flash drive</title><content type='html'>so i lost my flash drive. yeah. so i have to get another one. haha and i guess my last post is only three days late... haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pictures. but i have to either borrow glens ipod shuffel or get another one tomorrow. and because its like 11:31 here right now(pm) i think ill wait till tomorrow... well i just want to say good night to everyone! i hope your haveing an awesome week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that God Loves you and though he may not answer you right away he rools on his own time and not ours(chances are he wants you to learn something or have that experince to give as a testimony to someone who needs it. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you all. but i could not if God didnt love us first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who remembers that a seed grows into a large tree because of the watering of his Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-1189229666466758262?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3382252267353821911</id><published>2008-11-23T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:29:16.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before the wedding(morning) and posting the day after while speaking in future tense! wohoo!</title><content type='html'>Hello again everyone! I hope your week has been great!  Mine has. &lt;br /&gt;So right now im getting ready to go to a wedding (its still morning right now. I will probably finish this at night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;My dream(pretty intense. And a little disturbing. Haha I dreamt that I was an assassin and then I was on a duel trip with this other assassin and she went against me. And it was this epic fight against both of us. )&lt;br /&gt;Taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;Having new bed sheets is nice. &lt;br /&gt;Having breakfast in my room. &lt;br /&gt;How I cleaned my “house” (its two rooms and a bathroom. A sitting room, a bedroom, and el Baño. aka The bathroom ) and now its livable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things on my heart:&lt;br /&gt;Getting back home&lt;br /&gt;Teaching after college&lt;br /&gt;Taking with my family ( fam and my best friends. )&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, the birth of Jesus not just presents&lt;br /&gt;Where the direction of my band is going. And the music behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Being around a group of people who Love music and not just like it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Not having to be carful about cultural subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how I Love God, and remembering that as a result I love people. And I love these people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I just want you all to know that though there are something’s I don’t really like about being here. The Love God has for all people blots out anything that i don’t like. &lt;br /&gt;I love these people and theres so much more I like about them than what I dislike. &lt;br /&gt;But I think that everywhere there are things I don’t like. (I think that’s anywhere and with anyone)  when you filled with the love of God he takes away all the things that are small and don’t matter, sometimes they are big things but when we look to God for shelter he’ll give it to you. If you seek Gods Love you will in turn love others without boundaries. But the thing I have been learning over here is that we have to Love God always. All the time, and give everything to him. Now, we hear these things and we really don’t understand what it means. It means calming down, it means not freaking out in times of trouble, it means putting our humanly instincts of fear and anger aside and not worrying about things even if we are about to be put in danger and know that God is in control and that His judgment is just, and not ours. What we think is right isn’t always the will of God kind of like revenge and expecting payment for things done wrong to us, or even thinking of it. Everything starts in our thoughts so even if we don’t carry out the things that we know are wrong we keep building up these bad thoughts until we actually do them. And the we wonder how we got to that state of being… you see, the devil plays with our emotions and uses them against us in the worst way, and we sometimes don’t even notice it. So we have to walk with Christ as our safeguard against the devil remember that in the gospels Jesus Christ raised the bar on what sin is. Its not just doing it but thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have this connotation on the word “sin” as for when we here it, we think of people slamming bibles down and saying (in a southern televangelist voice that “heals” people and rids them of “demons”)  “Turn Away From Sin!!! Be Healed!” and then he puts his hand on your head and pushes you to the floor… yeah… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word sin actually means (you archers out there know what im talking about) to miss the mark. Pretend we are shooting an arrow and there is a target, the target is God and we shoot it about 300 feet to the left at someone eating a hot dog piercing the hot dog throwing it out of their hands and on the ground. All because a pretty girl walked by. Or a guy if you’re a girl… or maybe if your not. (hopefully not the case) &lt;br /&gt;We have to go against our sin nature and we can because of Christ, remember that we are Sanctified by the blood (aka the death) of Christ, who conquered death and rose again, and who became the perfect sacrifice and died for the sins of us all who was the ONLY one to live a sinless life. Read philipians chapter 2 Vs. 6-11.&lt;br /&gt;Really the whole book (not that big you can do it in one small sitting. ) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to take a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so im finishing this a day later. I have pictures too. But I think ill wait to put them on on a later time (probably tomorrow ) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I had an awesome time at the wedding and it was a lot of fun! &lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have fun and are going to have an awesome time this week in the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who thinks he will wait awhile before he gets married knowing that the shepherd has someone special just for him,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3382252267353821911?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3382252267353821911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3382252267353821911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3382252267353821911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3382252267353821911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-weddingmorning-and-posting-day.html' title='before the wedding(morning) and posting the day after while speaking in future tense! wohoo!'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7643577569262735708</id><published>2008-11-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:12:24.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets understand people/ My cat is red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXEevLyXlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/K26jlo3TaaA/s1600-h/DSC08184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXEevLyXlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/K26jlo3TaaA/s320/DSC08184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270834971248057938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXEeKvrHbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zsF849rXBZU/s1600-h/DSC08183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXEeKvrHbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zsF849rXBZU/s320/DSC08183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270834961466465714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDce_ONWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eO6jRPOCiP4/s1600-h/DSC08178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDce_ONWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eO6jRPOCiP4/s320/DSC08178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833833029023074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDb0QGJHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7_FbooPuKDM/s1600-h/DSC08177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDb0QGJHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7_FbooPuKDM/s320/DSC08177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833821557073010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbp7lxcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I1hHkkZDKk4/s1600-h/DSC08174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbp7lxcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I1hHkkZDKk4/s320/DSC08174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833818786710978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbWrdXwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IonRzsIfPe4/s1600-h/DSC08170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbWrdXwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IonRzsIfPe4/s320/DSC08170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833813618777858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbJpSrKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vpdO2-ro02M/s1600-h/DSC08168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXDbJpSrKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vpdO2-ro02M/s320/DSC08168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833810120027298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ive been thinking about how I start a lot of my knows with “you know, “ or “hello everyone” &lt;br /&gt;Maybe im not a good starter of blogs. But hey! Its all good. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ive just been thinking abut how we don’t know the hearts of others…  We don’t know why people act the way they do.  So its always best to try to understand where someone is coming from.  I think as a people if we all tried to do this while we are talking with people I think we would all communicate better and not get into so many fights by misunderstandings and badly put phrases. &lt;br /&gt;but I think its not only just being able to understand someone, I think the way we view people will change. Understanding what someone has gone through will give us so much more compassion. So much more coolness in times of heat. &lt;br /&gt;I think its more wise to do this than to just be mad at someone for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Today was fun. Very fun. I think I just went all out crazy today.  But its also because I had this huge thing of raw sugar cane… (if you’ve ever had it, its great and you know what im talking about. )  but yeah. Today was good. Everyone showed up to lessons that usually show up and I had a good lesson at the college today. So it was nice.  And then earlier tonight I was writing another clumpy millet song that actually will be super awesome and I couldent get it out of my head and I was just walking around and beating my chest and legs as I walk in time to the melody inside my head… yeah… im sure other people had no idea what was going on… but hey its cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something I wanted to say…  and I totally forgot. &lt;br /&gt;I sang my prayer before dinner today.  But I was by my self. But I think that’s good. So I don’t know why I was saying but like it was negitive…  be-cause it aint no bad thing to sing by yo self brosephs and brosephinas…  I do it all the time and its good. &lt;br /&gt;Random thought… no one’s embraced me since I left from Tanzania… sorry to put a damper on that thought. But it makes me feel strange. And I don’t mean like a lame hug that’s an afraid hug or a side hug or the  “ok, hello you’re my friend… ok please get off me…. No really I have a gun and a knife and poison gas all in one and mace up my sleeve and im not afraid to eat you (because really mace is pepper spray and I use it on my food…) “ hug.  Not that I live on hugs or that I think about that all the time. Its just something that put a little hurt in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I have some more pictures.  I think that shall be fun.  Its me eating sugar cane, and pictures of some of my other students and rain. &lt;br /&gt;Im so excited for cold weather coming my way when I finally reach home! &lt;br /&gt;But apart from that I still feel quite at home here and I still have things to do and I still have not accomplished what I wanted (but im close… kind of.) &lt;br /&gt;Wow people… my trip is almost done; this makes me kind of nervous. Well actually, quite nervous. Things are not where I want them to be right now, I wish they were like this like two weeks ago… but you know what?  God sent me here and he will have me do whatever he wants me to do and there’s no reason for me to be uneasy because a lot can be accomplished in three weeks if the time is used efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well, there’s the answer to that problem. That happens a lot with me… ill be like wait hold on… and then I’ll answer it myself (although its God answering through me to myself… or you could just say that God is answering me…). &lt;br /&gt;Then I say, “well that was dumb. “&lt;br /&gt;Welp I hope that you all have a wonderful day. Back home in Texas. And in other places.  Do you know the muffin man? Well. If you don’t…  Ask my friend Christina, she figured out his identity… but she’s not going to tell you just like that either so you have to say the abcs while playing the autoharp and skipping to the lou. &lt;br /&gt;I think im going to end with a very dear poem that means a lot to me. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Dvbsjkds&lt;br /&gt;Vdakjba&lt;br /&gt;Dkjabv&lt;br /&gt;(that was stuff to fill space without leaving it blank also otherwise not knowen as the poem im about to give you. But sit tight and wait because as you read this you can prepare you mind for cats.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat,&lt;br /&gt;My cat is red&lt;br /&gt;Your cat is dead &lt;br /&gt;His cat is on my head&lt;br /&gt;Her cat is in a bed,&lt;br /&gt;That is what I said,&lt;br /&gt;That is what I told fred.&lt;br /&gt;Yes its something quite fearful to dread&lt;br /&gt;When they fall from the sky like lead… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Sheepy Studios in Mbale, Uganda where the shepherd sighs at my senseless humor,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7643577569262735708?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7643577569262735708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7643577569262735708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7643577569262735708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7643577569262735708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-understand-people-my-cat-is-red.html' title='Lets understand people/ My cat is red'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSXEevLyXlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/K26jlo3TaaA/s72-c/DSC08184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3040636565992790450</id><published>2008-11-18T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:55:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLlI8qdm9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/e-HhGVsJxdA/s1600-h/DSC08166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLlI8qdm9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/e-HhGVsJxdA/s320/DSC08166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026455862844370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk5KSPtRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QIdyGKOhEMo/s1600-h/DSC08163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk5KSPtRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QIdyGKOhEMo/s320/DSC08163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026184641459474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk42ZcUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_P7ds8Z0sbs/s1600-h/DSC08162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk42ZcUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_P7ds8Z0sbs/s320/DSC08162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026179302937186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4w8JAKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Nm9ocVEZ1_c/s1600-h/DSC08160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4w8JAKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Nm9ocVEZ1_c/s320/DSC08160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026177837858978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4ZrphDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GzuKrHJDdcY/s1600-h/DSC08148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4ZrphDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GzuKrHJDdcY/s320/DSC08148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026171594671154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4LOTI9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/5KCIntJi71I/s1600-h/DSC08141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLk4LOTI9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/5KCIntJi71I/s320/DSC08141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026167713473490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone!! this is my 30th post. haha quite unheard of really with me... so this is sweet! but yeah. i was at the children's home today! Quite heard of and fun. (as opposed to unheard of. ) haha so yeah i like dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look kind of weird in one of them. but yeah. its all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3040636565992790450?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3040636565992790450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3040636565992790450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3040636565992790450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3040636565992790450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/30th-post.html' title='30th post.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSLlI8qdm9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/e-HhGVsJxdA/s72-c/DSC08166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2240047867103288727</id><published>2008-11-16T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:52:14.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFoRZpddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wZpJO-DSFCs/s1600-h/DSC08133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFoRZpddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wZpJO-DSFCs/s320/DSC08133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269499228424074706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFo3EBsCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1DEBDkw_iBE/s1600-h/DSC08137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFo3EBsCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1DEBDkw_iBE/s320/DSC08137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269499238533935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFo7EiOyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VHI7p8B1Z3M/s1600-h/DSC08134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFo7EiOyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VHI7p8B1Z3M/s320/DSC08134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269499239609809698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEsaE1_MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oM2ZMtPg9kA/s1600-h/DSC08112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEsaE1_MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oM2ZMtPg9kA/s320/DSC08112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498199960583362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEs0TLPZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_e2CTVBqQZk/s1600-h/DSC08130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEs0TLPZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_e2CTVBqQZk/s320/DSC08130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498207000018322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEsZp6yhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HR-Pyp_Dsuw/s1600-h/DSC08120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEEsZp6yhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HR-Pyp_Dsuw/s320/DSC08120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498199847651858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone. i think it was time i told you what im actually doing. &lt;br /&gt;ok so, heres my weekly schedule right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon. Wed. Thurs. &lt;br /&gt;9:30am Private lesson. mostly consisting of music theory with some other stuff including guitar. &lt;br /&gt;11:00am class at the bible college. &lt;br /&gt;12:30 lunch till 1&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm private lesson till 2:30 (or 3 it depends)Usually consisting of more drum set and other things. weve gone far in theory. &lt;br /&gt;3pm to about 7pm several pivate lessons. although sometimes they dont happen...(ie people dont show up. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... thats those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. &lt;br /&gt;A full day at the childrens home. i teach music theory (one of my favorite parts of the week because these kids are sooo bright...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. &lt;br /&gt;around 8am we go to the childrens home to teach music theory till about 1pm and then i come back and at 2 i go the the church to teach music theory to the youth choir and how to sing correctly and things of that matter till about 5 or 6 or 6:45 or just 6... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun.&lt;br /&gt;8:30am go to church and set up drums and play in the service at the times of worship and praise. then church ends at 1:30pm. &lt;br /&gt;then at 3pm come back to church and teach theory( if they show up on time... people are very bad about those things here... specified times are not followed all the time...)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a little bit of information about who im staying with. Pastor morris is the sr. pastor of the church and overseer of most of the churches in the area (he's planted about 70 something churches... pretty awesome... he is extreamly humble and one of the most wonderful people to talk to. very loving, very relaxed, and listens when you talk). Mama Idah is my mother away from home and wife to pastor morris&lt;br /&gt;she takes very good care of me and makes sure what im eating is ok for me to eat( which by the way, the food has been awesome!) and makes sure that i dont lose things that are important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been alot of fun living here and its been a real blessing to be here in this church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you all to pray for jared. he is one of my best students. I want you to pray that he may be able to learn and understand as much as he can and i want you to pray for him to continue to have the will and passion for music he does right now. he needs alot of encoragement. there are some people here that put him down for teaching things other than just insturments(without theory) because they want to see results... really frustrateing and by the time i leave i am going to make it a point that learning music with out learning music theory is like shooting an arrow when your blind. "well... i guess this is how it goes... uhhh... i dont understand why it goes like this but i guess thats ok" or " i think im going to sing and make songs that have awkwared phrase changes that change every so often and blame the keybordest for not following me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah... anyway... before i keep going on... i absolutely love teaching and though oppisition comes in different forms, whats life with out oppisition? are we doing our job as christians if we are going with the world? remember that we are set apart by Jesus' blodd and that because of that we should come to serve and not to be served. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this is the first time ive actually tried to make my pictures smaller. so we will see how fast it goes. (these are from saturday. first at the childrens home then teaching the youth choir. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all are having a wonderful week. also. the pictures uploaded faster than meow mix. say thanks to my brother chad. haha who sugessted that i make the images smaller. sweedish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sheep who like to go away from the heard but with in my shepherds sight,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2240047867103288727?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2240047867103288727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2240047867103288727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2240047867103288727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2240047867103288727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SSEFoRZpddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wZpJO-DSFCs/s72-c/DSC08133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8723291254536436093</id><published>2008-11-13T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:18:22.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRyLLL_gJkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pJ3Ie7kRKiM/s1600-h/DSC08080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRyLLL_gJkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pJ3Ie7kRKiM/s320/DSC08080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268238688430597698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRyLK7Q9GJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/slycp3s9vQU/s1600-h/DSC08108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRyLK7Q9GJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/slycp3s9vQU/s320/DSC08108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268238683940395154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We need to learn how to apologize.  We need to learn how to set ourselves aside and just say “I am wrong.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a student of mine that has been giving me a little bit of a hard time. And he put himself aside and apologized. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel so convicted because really it was kind of both of us being stubborn, I guess, but I think it was mostly cultural differences and things of that matter. And also the feelings of having some foreigner walk on your turf. (their turf im walking on and teaching on)&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of weather he thought he was right, he apologized and set himself aside so that we could move on. &lt;br /&gt;How often can you say you’ve done that? &lt;br /&gt;He told me He was sorry and Said “Im going to change” Sometimes in a situation, we need to change in order to move on from something weather we think its right or not.  By all means, Stand for what’s right, but if you find that what you think is right doesn’t line up with what Gods will is, Change so that you can Follow Him and Him alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It’s not our job to be right, but to do what’s right.  –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time reading Philippians. There are some amazing things in there, especially if we tune* our hearts to what it says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(come thou fount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come, thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace.&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy, never ceasing call for songs of loudest praise&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above…“ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why its one of my favorite hymns.  Ohh boy I could keep going on that whole song… but im not.  We will do that another time…. &lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Heres a thought, what if we actually started to think about what we were singing every Sunday… nahhh…. Its more fun to just sing with the large group of other clueless “it only happens once a week, Holy Day Saints.” )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, teaching is going well. I got some schedule stuff figured out… so I’m in good shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to post a picture from the childrens hom the other day so here it is. oh and one from last week of me playing drum set with a rain coat on... haha  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who yearns for Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8723291254536436093?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8723291254536436093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8723291254536436093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8723291254536436093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8723291254536436093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/people.html' title='people...'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRyLLL_gJkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pJ3Ie7kRKiM/s72-c/DSC08080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2215821538056833706</id><published>2008-11-11T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:13:57.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. again! from the childrens home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXvp1ny4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HrRbvaKBfkc/s1600-h/DSC08090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXvp1ny4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HrRbvaKBfkc/s320/DSC08090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267478452871089026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXvdgbtuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/COXRCY25Pfo/s1600-h/Photo+786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXvdgbtuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/COXRCY25Pfo/s320/Photo+786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267478449560991458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXu10uR2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kfmABraO0hs/s1600-h/Photo+781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXu10uR2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kfmABraO0hs/s320/Photo+781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267478438908675938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnVStaNFkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt81sHCzV5M/s1600-h/DSC08100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnVStaNFkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt81sHCzV5M/s320/DSC08100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475756590372418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnVPLHfQUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M-iHeXa-k00/s1600-h/DSC08099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnVPLHfQUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M-iHeXa-k00/s320/DSC08099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475695845458242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone. I hope you like these. (some of these are from other days! ) but still haha. i had a really great time today. i taught some kids and confermed some musical terms and things with Jared. twas a very good day. and im listening to christmas music by sufjan stevens. itws awesome! oh and i wrote my first "clumpy millet" song yesterday night! its called "in a cool and dry place, katelyn chased me with a butter knife" yeah. its pretty sweet and its on keyboard. i made a vid too. so yeah. meow mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i hope you all have a great night! and week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sheep who Loves His Most Holy Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2215821538056833706?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2215821538056833706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2215821538056833706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2215821538056833706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2215821538056833706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-again-from-childrens-home.html' title='Pictures. again! from the childrens home.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRnXvp1ny4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HrRbvaKBfkc/s72-c/DSC08090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2760054372179495396</id><published>2008-11-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:39:10.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRXaDwJvzvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gsD2YLen4HI/s1600-h/DSC08078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRXaDwJvzvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gsD2YLen4HI/s320/DSC08078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266355097279909618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRXaDUNo_4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/k1-Zu-D_cAY/s1600-h/DSC08074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRXaDUNo_4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/k1-Zu-D_cAY/s320/DSC08074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266355089780047746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I love pancakes. They’re awesome in the morning, and I’ve been having them every few days. I love just sprinkling a small amount of sugar on them and nothing else. Very nice with a good cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;So in the last two posts I have been kind of discouraged but really, after I talked with pastor morris on Monday God reveled himself to me as I asked him to the night before, by showing me that this place I am staying at is one of the most amazing blessings I could have over here in Uganda. I feel so blessed to be here in this place and I think my heart has been tested like a chain in a pulley lifting things that surely would break my links, but God has fortified my line so that I am much stronger than before. But being Human I still doubt that sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;But non-the less I am so glad God is behind me. I just need to remember that when I am being stretched and tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great class today and am starting to understand how to teach with structure. &lt;br /&gt;Right now I am used to my schedule and love teaching! I have concluded that God has given me a Gift to teach music and that this is what I am supposed to do and I am doing it. Last week I guess I wasn’t used to full days of teaching but for some reason now that I have even more to do, I am ready each day to take on a full day with the joy of teaching with a full heart! I have so much fun in my class that I teach at school and I think that Is my favorite part of the day. But my private lessons are good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is such a hard thing to do and it takes perseverance and the willingness to do it. You all need to go and thank you teachers for what they do. Any teacher because teaching is so much hard work and its way harder than being a student. Because unlike students teachers are doing more each night and more during the day than students are and they work twice as hard to make sure that even the ones who don’t care learn. Thank your teachers for doing what they do and have the consideration that they’re people too. I can confirm that… haha I am a teacher now.  Thank those who normally wouldn’t be thanked, thank the hard teachers, and thank those who no one likes because everyday they do so much for our welfare… college students… well. Im not sure what to say there some professors don’t care, but that’s just what I hear, but thank them anyway.  Show Love to those who cant love, girls, This does not by any means mean date some guy you know who is in a wrong path, “but he’s going to change through my Love that im showing him”… no hes not, but if you take your story to ABC family I think you will find that they will use it to make another depressing, old, indoctrinating series called “lets be casual and through around words we don’t mean!” or “teenagers know things.” Or “I don’t think we’ve established enough that High schoolers make really great tv shows”  Cough cough high school isn’t a place for love of that kind. &lt;br /&gt;Girls and maybe even guys (in my case) if you want to show someone what love is than don’t waste your time dating them, only deception can come from a relation ship based on wanting to “save” the other person. You can only end up hurt or really confused in the end. First take a walk in the bible, look for love in your concordance and start reading up.  But like the first post I wrote “Love. An Anthem.” Read 1 Corinthians 13. Then 1 john Ch. 4 v. 7-end.&lt;br /&gt;Is seems that I have talked about these verses a lot. Well… I think that’s because I want you to read them. &lt;br /&gt;Moving towards a quite random section of this post( get ready its really random) &lt;br /&gt;I have actually updated my calendar and actually put things on it. Its cool. Maybe I can learn to use it and keep using it.  I feel very official using my computer calendar and actually having things to fill it with too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask a question, Mainly to my band. Would you be up to caroling when I get back? Laying down some Christmas tracks?( ive been looking at a calendar and that makes me think ahead) Because im so down with that. But I wont have a guitar when I get back… so yeah. Although I think ukulele or auto harp would be quite fun and different than the usual when people go caroling haha. “Umm excuse me we would like to sing some songs for you.” (while holding some strange instruments…) they’d say “are you in a cult?”  haha and I would say “why yes, the autoharp ukulele friendship belief system tailored to fit what people want”  and then they’d say “ohh yes I heard about that. Can I join? “ and then id say. “im sorry only a few people can get into heaven.  Only those who know the theme song to happy mountain by heart in three languages and on multiple instruments!“ &lt;br /&gt;What a disappointment. They would think. I think. Maybe.  Maybe not. Well… definitely not. Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to join the new cause “ teenagers know what Love is” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh mime rhymes with mine. Well… kind of  but anyway, ( I was thinking about what rhymes for some reason… its late. haha) &lt;br /&gt;But that brings me to the notion that I have beaten minesweeper a few times. I feel very proud that I have done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;br /&gt;I had some very amazing talks today and continue to every day about the reason we play music, what music is in a sense of who we are, and the deepest expression from inside that results when we play music( and more intimately when we write music) &lt;br /&gt;But while I teach I always mention david in the bible. Because I think that is a very good example of musical expression from the heart and how we should view worship music. In whole, that’s what Psalms is. Its music!!  Hmm its late and ill be lucky if I finish before 12am if I keep going on this. But basically God gave us music to help us express ourselves to him and for that I am forever Thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, thanksgiving is coming up back in the states.  Think about what your thankful of. Do we really give the proper reverence to the provider of the things which we have?  I don’t think so. So instead of just having a wonderful dinner. Think about the many blessings God has given you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who hates sin but loves people in his Shepherds name,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;br /&gt;Ps im going to take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2760054372179495396?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2760054372179495396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2760054372179495396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2760054372179495396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2760054372179495396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-i-love-pancakes.html' title=''/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRXaDwJvzvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gsD2YLen4HI/s72-c/DSC08078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3803475750285948013</id><published>2008-11-06T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:28:18.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMar3tXYWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rap61b4nPeo/s1600-h/DSC08054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMar3tXYWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rap61b4nPeo/s320/DSC08054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581730317164898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMarl8RaDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dvNzcyAY6jw/s1600-h/Photo+776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMarl8RaDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dvNzcyAY6jw/s320/Photo+776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581725547849778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMasFdskTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TgKcdeRGbJI/s1600-h/DSC08069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMasFdskTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TgKcdeRGbJI/s320/DSC08069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581734009540914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMargs4NtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zQ6iU9AoaJQ/s1600-h/Photo+775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMargs4NtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zQ6iU9AoaJQ/s320/Photo+775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581724141106898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMV1VgTkKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/z6O3eseu4YE/s1600-h/DSC08065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMV1VgTkKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/z6O3eseu4YE/s320/DSC08065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265576395376136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMV02rMBvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/925eHfXRTGc/s1600-h/DSC08062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMV02rMBvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/925eHfXRTGc/s320/DSC08062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265576387100280562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent really been putting as many pictures on as i Have been before. im not sure why.(actually... i do haha it just takes a long time and i think there was something wrong with Blogger... ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ill give this a shot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3803475750285948013?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3803475750285948013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3803475750285948013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3803475750285948013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3803475750285948013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-time.html' title='Picture time!'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SRMar3tXYWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rap61b4nPeo/s72-c/DSC08054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7504162502234166249</id><published>2008-11-04T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:15:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>the power went out the day before yesterday. there was a massive rain storm that came through and we finally got our power back. the weird thing is this feels normal. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for power lines put up in the 60's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had popcorn today. and it was actually made from corn. (not that the other kind of  pop corn isnt but this was the way that everyone wonders about. haha) it was awesome. i just thought id tell you that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I want you all to pray for a guy named paul. theres somethings his faimly really needs help with and hes just in a very hard place right now. hes one of my students and is a bright one. so pray for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful week. please tell me how elections are going too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7504162502234166249?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7504162502234166249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7504162502234166249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7504162502234166249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7504162502234166249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8530500236488002950</id><published>2008-11-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:10:11.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah. this was made yesterday... but thats ok.</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am eating toast( kind of toast haha but its good) and tea. Earl gray actually. Its very good. (I think this is one of the few times I actually let it steep for the right amount of time… haha) &lt;br /&gt;So today I start my regular classes at the Bible School. This last week ive been here ive been giving (very long but great) private lessons of drum set along side theory using Drum set rhythms to teach them how to write music on paper. So basically, they’re learning how to read by writing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have six weeks and three days till I make the journey home too.  Whoopdido… haha ( I guess it doesn’t really bother me) I don’t even know why I said that. &lt;br /&gt;You know whats funny? Sometimes people put things that they don’t really need or want to say when typing on a computer, but because they don’t really care they choose not to erase it. (maybe its just me but still haha I could easily just delete things I don’t need to say… anyone with me on that? ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with Pastor Morris yesterday. (Whom I am staying with for those of you who don’t know or havnt been reading) I was really relieved because for the past week some things have really been building up.  For instance all last week I was teaching privately from morning to evening and that wasn’t really the problem but I was quite tired from it.  But what was a problem was that I had just tons of people wanting to get lessons and I just couldn’t do it.  So I spent a long time trying to be respectful by saying that we cannot be a whole (as a church, actually meaning “body of Christ”)With many parts if all the parts are just one thing. (1 Corinthians 12 v 12 to end) &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very hard day for me.  So on Sundays, at church I usually play drum set for church, now that I have it… for about two weeks haha, but its hard because a lot of the people I play with don’t trust me while were playing and the keep looking back at me like im doing something wrong and its really been hard.  The problem is if a mistake happens usually due to the singers skipping a beat or just singing a song with phrases that change all the time or with phrases that are very awkward (keep in mind these are regular songs not complex.) but I feel sorry for the keyboardist because the singers usually blame it on the instrumentalists and they make a big deal out of a small problem so as soon as Saturday comes around I am going to be teaching about why we do worship music, The motive behind the singing and playing. Because during the service it was really distracting, the feel of the group was tense and distracted, by just a small mistake. &lt;br /&gt;I understand im white, but im playing with them very smoothly (its really not that hard) and I just don’t understand why they look at me like I don’t know what im doing.  People here are so centered behind a rhythm that if something is a little different than its wrong. Ive come here to change that. Because when people get distracted by the music the whole reason for playing the music gets clouded and it becomes about the people playing nice songs instead of worshiping God. &lt;br /&gt;The reason why I want to teach freedom in music because if your constricting your self by putting boundaries in your music than you could be not letting God to play instead of us. If we’re always limiting ourselves by making sure things are the same all the time we’re not being flexible, and when were not being flexible were not trusting each other to follow and it becomes a game of “Im right follow me! no! follow me! Wait what about me??? Follow me!” is there any room for God to move in that? &lt;br /&gt;Why do we do worship music? To glorify God!!!! So it comes down to motive and not just feeling that way, but carrying out that motive by not just saying “well… I really wanted to worship God… “ But by actually doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God work with brittle people? No he breaks them so that they may be flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im being brittle… or bitter. I don’t know. I really do not want to sound like I am because im not bitter im just telling you what kind of hurt me, whats in my heart. If only I could have a tone of voice telling these words. But I guess if I didn’t care it would not be Loving these people. &lt;br /&gt;Love means taking action in a way that leads someone in the right direction. Not leaving them alone to fall. &lt;br /&gt;Why do you think our parents are hard on us sometimes? Do they just find joy in it?  No way! They Love us remember?  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway my challenge for you is to mean what you say and to do what you say.  Also check yourself, are you flexible for God or are you Brittle? Because God will break you.  And he will, don’t think he wont. When your angry with him because of what He’s done think about justice. Is ours Sovereign or is God’s?  Just like in Job when God says “Where were You when I created the Earth? “ &lt;br /&gt;Humble yourselves before him and be flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who likes to write things that aren’t necessary but likes to keep them on even though he can delete them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Elections are tomorrow…  How crazy! I don’t know what to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8530500236488002950?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8530500236488002950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8530500236488002950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8530500236488002950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8530500236488002950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-this-was-made-yesterday-but-thats.html' title='yeah. this was made yesterday... but thats ok.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8776500503801889661</id><published>2008-10-31T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:24:11.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Starry Night</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! How art thou? I am doing very well. Right now its actually night. I just thought id tell you that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The stars here can be seen in innumerable amounts with the twinkling each catching the eye like a flame in a pare of genuinely hopeful eyes in which hope is defined not by wishing but by knowing, knowing that God keeps his promises, hopeful knowing that they could make a difference no matter the number they are. &lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see that. It’s a good contrast to the blank skies under which there are many who cant see that flame, or have put it out in apathy and loss of hope... (mainly caused by ignorance). &lt;br /&gt;So I have some lyrics for you. I wrote this song yesterday.  Maybe ill have a video. I don’t know. Haha the way the computer I use to get on the internet has a really slow connection. So ill try. If not… hmm oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Its called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Starry Night”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am chained at my feet&lt;br /&gt;There are shackles on my wrists &lt;br /&gt;I am stuck to the ground where a stake holds my chains &lt;br /&gt;I climb but I fall, it seems theres no hope. &lt;br /&gt;Im just tired of falling down 4x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a starry night, you were betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;In a garden you were arrested,&lt;br /&gt;On a starry night, on a starry night! &lt;br /&gt;To atone for the blood of my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;My hands are stained with the shame of my sin&lt;br /&gt;My soul is stained red and I cant wash it clean &lt;br /&gt;Ive tried and ive tried to make a small step&lt;br /&gt;And I cant seem to take the first step&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of not following through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a starry night, you were born&lt;br /&gt;The shepherds saw the angels Song! &lt;br /&gt;On a starry night, starry night!&lt;br /&gt;He has come to break our chains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8776500503801889661?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8776500503801889661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8776500503801889661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8776500503801889661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8776500503801889661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/starry-night.html' title='A Starry Night'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2066132961808244155</id><published>2008-10-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:22:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFood92oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_n_bx0QXGZY/s1600-h/DSC08032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFood92oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_n_bx0QXGZY/s320/DSC08032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262673466430970498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFoPsDzaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NXj9plYUlcE/s1600-h/Photo+1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFoPsDzaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NXj9plYUlcE/s320/Photo+1043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262673459779194274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFm0JPcOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/50kee3wDl78/s1600-h/Photo+1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFm0JPcOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/50kee3wDl78/s320/Photo+1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262673435205529826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in ruins but Christ is in Glorious Light Shining through the Darkness and opacity of life Alone on this earth. &lt;br /&gt;I am Dead but Christ is alive in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I dead? &lt;br /&gt;Let me Die.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really in ruins? &lt;br /&gt;Let me be in ruin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak these phrases without understanding how to carry them out or with out understanding what they even mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading Philippians. Very cool. But… theres a lot in there that sounds great and we agree with but don’t fully take to heart. If we were to actually take to heart everything in there we would see differently. “To live is Christ and to die is gain” (Ch1v.21) this man is filled with Joy! Purely excited joy in Christ! Paul was very close to the Philippians for very good reasons. You should read it. (you should read in general.  (=   its very cool.  )&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share that with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2066132961808244155?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2066132961808244155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2066132961808244155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2066132961808244155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2066132961808244155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-dead.html' title='Am I dead?'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SQjFood92oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_n_bx0QXGZY/s72-c/DSC08032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2765276501086228011</id><published>2008-10-26T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:55:30.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you all?? anything i can do?</title><content type='html'>How are you? I’d just thought I’d ask you. So feel free to answer. This is a prayer request blog. So if you have any, email me or if you don’t mind them being posted just post them.  Or if you have a facebook, these blogs go straight to there so you can send me a message or comment right there on the “Note.“&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to know that I come to you with open arms. Anyone can talk with me without fear of being judged. (or the fear of being told on…)  &lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I want you to know that I may be someone who loves that through God I get everything, but that I wouldn’t have love without God. &lt;br /&gt;Now there is someone you can go to. Pray To God. He sent his son to one; relieve us of our iniquities and to lift the burden of sin from our backs, two; restore the relationship between us and him thus removing the barrier between us and him, * three; to fulfill the promises he made to many of the Jewish prophets long ago. &lt;br /&gt;Because in 1 John 4:16 it says “God is Love” and in verse 19, “We Love because He first Loved us. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meaning no other mediators, meaning there were enough in Jewish times and it doesn’t make sense that God sent his only son who was sent to not destroy the law but lift its hold off of our back so we could be able to go to heaven and if we bring them back putting rules and other mediators in there, Has it not become a religion instead of salvation? People claim that these things “help you get into heaven” when you only have to accept Jesus name.  if you Believe that Gods word John 1 (Gospel John not Epistle)  is his holy and inspired word than how can he contradict him self? Why wouldn’t it have been prophesized?  Why would God send his only Son if it wasn’t enough?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: when for some reason I was spelling the word Jewish wrong I clicked spell check and it gave me the choice of “jewfish” yeah.. im not sure what that is. But it sounds really funny… I hope its not a derogatory haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I just wnt you all to know that im also going to post some videos of some songs I wrote. =) so yeah.  Im sure some of you are excited and others… not so much. Haha but anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Feel free to email me about anything too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2765276501086228011?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2765276501086228011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2765276501086228011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2765276501086228011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2765276501086228011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-are-you-all-anything-i-can-do.html' title='How are you all?? anything i can do?'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8230258935045343632</id><published>2008-10-26T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:54:31.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning. well. a few days ago. haha</title><content type='html'>Good morning people. &lt;br /&gt;… If it’s morning, which right now where you are it’s not. But maybe if I post this at night it will be… haha well, im writing this in the morning here so there.&lt;br /&gt;My camera died yesterday while traveling in amazing places back from Tanzania… I guess that’s what I get for not charging it for a week. there were some things I really wish I could have documented. There were a few very hilarious things that went on that trip back to Mbale (Back where I was staying before the Tanzania Mission trip.). ok… lets see if I can remember. So in the beginning of our trip (after we arrived in Nakuru, Kenya the day before yesterday. We stayed the night at Morris Ogenga’s brothers house) we were on the road and stopped to get roasted corn on the side of the road (which didn’t make me sick!! ) which was awesome, lots of fun, then when we reach a town called Eldorat, Kenya we stopped to get groceries and some clothes for the kids and it was fun being the only white guy shopping for simple things like soap and cereal, but the best part of that stop was when we went into the clothes section of this supermarket. There were these manikins that were probally from the early 80s and they just looked insane. One of them had a few parts of its face missing and arm on backwards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(random interruption: I just got up and told pastor Morris that I had MournFlakes with strawberries for breakfast and how sad it made me.)&lt;br /&gt;(another random interruption: im going to take a shower now and come back later and finish this. )&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, then one of our drivers Actually picks up one of the manikins and takes it up to the front desk and tells them that he wants that shirt. It was quite hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;( Note: Supermarkets in Africa have everything in them. I don’t think they leave anything out. Its like Wal-Mart kind of but not as big)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I moved into another room. That’s all I have to say. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. I set up my drum set last night. It was awesome! Especially playing it. Because I haven’t been able to play my drum set for a while. So it was nice. And I bought a djembe in Tanzania, and I think its my favorite drum now. Its really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all that. I just want to thank God for all he provides and for Morris and Aida who have let me into their Home and consider me now a son. It was kinda funny too because I felt like I was home when we crossed the Kenya/Uganda border.&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about this place that feels like home, and its really cool. I think that God has something to do with that. I think that he has provided a sense of peace that only can be experienced at a place called Home so that I can stay focused. It can get really hard if you miss home so much and focus goes out the window. So I am thankful of that. Boy am I going to have a culture shock when I get back home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I love you all soo much, anyone who reads this. I love you, truly and genuinely. Not because you read my thoughts but because God first Loved us, and we are called to Love others with a full heart. &lt;br /&gt;So heres you challenge. When someone wrongs you, love them. ( ask yourself if its really all that horrible too. Esp you folks in high school the stuff that happens there really isn’t that bad. But for some reason it seems worse that it really is. )&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn around and love someone who has wronged you, they will probably get freaked out. Its sweet. But more importantly people see who you are in Christ. As Christians we don’t present ourselves like we should all the time, maybe only some of the time or not at all. Why not? Do you have a good answer? No. no one has one.  So instead of rationalizing with yourself and making excuses within yourself, genuinely love people.  As Christians we have been set apart by the blood of Jesus &lt;br /&gt;-Sanctified In Jesus Name- and baptized by the Holy Sprit so that through Him we can do good. Because by ourselves we cannot do good. &lt;br /&gt;Naturalists, humanists and maybe romanticists, if you think that humans are good take a walk through the bible. Or ask someone to show you (preferably someone who isn’t apart of a “feel good “ church) oh and if you are a Christian and hold to any of these things… well. Your wrong, not to sound condemning, Sorry to say, although not that sorry. But yeah basically, we suck and we cant make it alone. So God sent his son through the Holy Spirit to come and become the perfect Sacrifice for our sins. Because we were all condemned to death from birth but because God, being the perfect judge* made for us a way to Go to heaven to dwell with Him. Think about why God did this. Is it because he just randomly wants us to go to heaven? Why did he do this? Seems random right? No!!!  In the beginning when Adam and Eve First sinned all humans were separated from God because we were from then on unholy and unclean. But still just because we were separated from God doesn’t answer the question. Why make a way for us to be made Holy in the Blood of Christ? Because God created us for a relationship, why else would he create us? &lt;br /&gt;(*Note: The perfect Judge through which His judgment is sovereign and Not ours, you who are angry that God wont do things for you.  Think about that statement. “…angry that God wont do things for you.” Yeah… &lt;br /&gt;God works according to His will not ours.)  &lt;br /&gt;So love because God loves us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherds Sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Someone tell me whats going on at home. I have no clue whats goin down. So what it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8230258935045343632?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8230258935045343632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8230258935045343632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8230258935045343632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8230258935045343632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-well-few-days-ago-haha_26.html' title='Good morning. well. a few days ago. haha'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-2389651153870240245</id><published>2008-10-26T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:54:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning. well. a few days ago. haha</title><content type='html'>Good morning people. &lt;br /&gt;… If it’s morning, which right now where you are it’s not. But maybe if I post this at night it will be… haha well, im writing this in the morning here so there.&lt;br /&gt;My camera died yesterday while traveling in amazing places back from Tanzania… I guess that’s what I get for not charging it for a week. there were some things I really wish I could have documented. There were a few very hilarious things that went on that trip back to Mbale (Back where I was staying before the Tanzania Mission trip.). ok… lets see if I can remember. So in the beginning of our trip (after we arrived in Nakuru, Kenya the day before yesterday. We stayed the night at Morris Ogenga’s brothers house) we were on the road and stopped to get roasted corn on the side of the road (which didn’t make me sick!! ) which was awesome, lots of fun, then when we reach a town called Eldorat, Kenya we stopped to get groceries and some clothes for the kids and it was fun being the only white guy shopping for simple things like soap and cereal, but the best part of that stop was when we went into the clothes section of this supermarket. There were these manikins that were probally from the early 80s and they just looked insane. One of them had a few parts of its face missing and arm on backwards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(random interruption: I just got up and told pastor Morris that I had MournFlakes with strawberries for breakfast and how sad it made me.)&lt;br /&gt;(another random interruption: im going to take a shower now and come back later and finish this. )&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, then one of our drivers Actually picks up one of the manikins and takes it up to the front desk and tells them that he wants that shirt. It was quite hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;( Note: Supermarkets in Africa have everything in them. I don’t think they leave anything out. Its like Wal-Mart kind of but not as big)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I moved into another room. That’s all I have to say. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. I set up my drum set last night. It was awesome! Especially playing it. Because I haven’t been able to play my drum set for a while. So it was nice. And I bought a djembe in Tanzania, and I think its my favorite drum now. Its really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all that. I just want to thank God for all he provides and for Morris and Aida who have let me into their Home and consider me now a son. It was kinda funny too because I felt like I was home when we crossed the Kenya/Uganda border.&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about this place that feels like home, and its really cool. I think that God has something to do with that. I think that he has provided a sense of peace that only can be experienced at a place called Home so that I can stay focused. It can get really hard if you miss home so much and focus goes out the window. So I am thankful of that. Boy am I going to have a culture shock when I get back home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I love you all soo much, anyone who reads this. I love you, truly and genuinely. Not because you read my thoughts but because God first Loved us, and we are called to Love others with a full heart. &lt;br /&gt;So heres you challenge. When someone wrongs you, love them. ( ask yourself if its really all that horrible too. Esp you folks in high school the stuff that happens there really isn’t that bad. But for some reason it seems worse that it really is. )&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn around and love someone who has wronged you, they will probably get freaked out. Its sweet. But more importantly people see who you are in Christ. As Christians we don’t present ourselves like we should all the time, maybe only some of the time or not at all. Why not? Do you have a good answer? No. no one has one.  So instead of rationalizing with yourself and making excuses within yourself, genuinely love people.  As Christians we have been set apart by the blood of Jesus &lt;br /&gt;-Sanctified In Jesus Name- and baptized by the Holy Sprit so that through Him we can do good. Because by ourselves we cannot do good. &lt;br /&gt;Naturalists, humanists and maybe romanticists, if you think that humans are good take a walk through the bible. Or ask someone to show you (preferably someone who isn’t apart of a “feel good “ church) oh and if you are a Christian and hold to any of these things… well. Your wrong, not to sound condemning, Sorry to say, although not that sorry. But yeah basically, we suck and we cant make it alone. So God sent his son through the Holy Spirit to come and become the perfect Sacrifice for our sins. Because we were all condemned to death from birth but because God, being the perfect judge* made for us a way to Go to heaven to dwell with Him. Think about why God did this. Is it because he just randomly wants us to go to heaven? Why did he do this? Seems random right? No!!!  In the beginning when Adam and Eve First sinned all humans were separated from God because we were from then on unholy and unclean. But still just because we were separated from God doesn’t answer the question. Why make a way for us to be made Holy in the Blood of Christ? Because God created us for a relationship, why else would he create us? &lt;br /&gt;(*Note: The perfect Judge through which His judgment is sovereign and Not ours, you who are angry that God wont do things for you.  Think about that statement. “…angry that God wont do things for you.” Yeah… &lt;br /&gt;God works according to His will not ours.)  &lt;br /&gt;So love because God loves us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherds Sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Someone tell me whats going on at home. I have no clue whats goin down. So what it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-2389651153870240245?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/2389651153870240245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=2389651153870240245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2389651153870240245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/2389651153870240245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-well-few-days-ago-haha.html' title='Good morning. well. a few days ago. haha'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-4504006384325145286</id><published>2008-10-20T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:58:43.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im tired but this is what I signed up for. God willing I came and God willing i shall push on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzGmpqFyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ecrCgX9owwU/s1600-h/DSC07970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzGmpqFyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ecrCgX9owwU/s320/DSC07970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296832181619234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFFd1dAAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Nu4mYiClcqk/s1600-h/DSC07926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFFd1dAAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Nu4mYiClcqk/s320/DSC07926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295162560741378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFFnpc5nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oynw9xOL21c/s1600-h/DSC07942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFFnpc5nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oynw9xOL21c/s320/DSC07942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295165194757746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFF4HYVgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2tE8N6eVMJU/s1600-h/DSC07854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFF4HYVgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2tE8N6eVMJU/s320/DSC07854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295169615255042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFGEAaBZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/remVE4m14YY/s1600-h/DSC07963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFGEAaBZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/remVE4m14YY/s320/DSC07963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295172807230866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFGp7KcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/epWCv-wtHiE/s1600-h/DSC07919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzFGp7KcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/epWCv-wtHiE/s320/DSC07919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295182985785346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAG2rDFoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ex65WcNMp5s/s1600-h/DSC08003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAG2rDFoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ex65WcNMp5s/s320/DSC08003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289688849716866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAHQ-VrRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qMk6M3WiG74/s1600-h/DSC07977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAHQ-VrRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qMk6M3WiG74/s320/DSC07977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289695909948690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAIGvHCbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hRn6WO0j89E/s1600-h/DSC07801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAIGvHCbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hRn6WO0j89E/s320/DSC07801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289710341589426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAInIOoPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Te0g_k15Ku4/s1600-h/DSC07943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAInIOoPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Te0g_k15Ku4/s320/DSC07943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289719036879090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAJPUi4zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ifSQF1fCtI/s1600-h/DSC07821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzAJPUi4zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ifSQF1fCtI/s320/DSC07821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289729825956658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone. &lt;br /&gt;I first of all just want to thank Pete and Paul and everyone with the Grace Mission Team to Tanzania for letting me go this year although I was in Uganda. It means a lot and I was so blessed to have an opportunity to serve God out on the field like that. &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would like to thank my Mom and Dad for letting me go to Africa for many months! I guess this is somewhat like drum corp though, Haha, only im in Africa and across the whole Pacific Ocean. &lt;br /&gt;Most of all I thank my heavenly Father for Leading me according to his will. And Im so Glad I prayed for something according to his will. Because although the bible says, “If you ask not you will receive not” we have to understand that God will provide whatever we need according to His will and not ours. So this means that if you ask for something that God doesn’t want you to have weather it be reasonable or not, appropriate or not, clean or unclean, its not his will so don’t be all disappointed because chances are that God has something better in store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I am a little sad. It was very nice to spend almost two weeks with an amazing missions team (including some of my best friends). It was a blessing to fellowship with a good bunch of Very Godly people from back home. I really learned a lot… they left today to go back home and Im about to make the trek back to Uganda. &lt;br /&gt;But non-the less God has givin me strength and Im not ready to go home. I have a lot of unfinished teaching, which I am very eager to start up again. ( im going to be extremely busy so please pray for that. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I finished that poem. And I think the second part really makes it complete. So here it is again. Haha &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I made it a song. As well as three others. &lt;br /&gt;So far I think ive writtin like 4 songs here in Africa. Maybe I can get like three more by the time I get home. Ohhhh wait 5. Yeah. Psalm 98. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Read that psalm. 98. Its amazing  and I think its my favorite psalm now because it applys to me so well(Christina, I think you will like it a lot too. It has to do with music. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man that paces .&lt;br /&gt;He turns when he sees Faces &lt;br /&gt;In lost Fervor he Walks&lt;br /&gt;For he is a Tree in the Fall&lt;br /&gt;When he Fears that no one will Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who Stand in the Street.&lt;br /&gt;They Station Stopped at their Feet&lt;br /&gt;In ignorance and deception they stand &lt;br /&gt;For many have become before me&lt;br /&gt;But when they came they could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blue stain glass windows gleam &lt;br /&gt;They glow like the water of His stream&lt;br /&gt;In truth and assurance this room resounds&lt;br /&gt;For though the false futile heart Scorns,&lt;br /&gt;Within these four walls, Your voice adorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As empty vessels we planted a seed &lt;br /&gt;For those with weary hearts in need &lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for the lord to water&lt;br /&gt;So that he can harvest the children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures! i hope you all will enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pray for a safe trip back to Mbale, Uganda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-4504006384325145286?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/4504006384325145286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=4504006384325145286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4504006384325145286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/4504006384325145286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-tired-but-this-is-what-i-signed-up.html' title='Im tired but this is what I signed up for. God willing I came and God willing i shall push on.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SPzGmpqFyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ecrCgX9owwU/s72-c/DSC07970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-705744773473706214</id><published>2008-10-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:47:32.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man that Paces</title><content type='html'>The man that paces.&lt;br /&gt;He turns when he sees faces &lt;br /&gt;In lost fervor he walks &lt;br /&gt;For he is a tree in the fall&lt;br /&gt;When he fears that no one will call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who refrain in the street.&lt;br /&gt;They station stopped at their feet&lt;br /&gt;In ignorance and deception they stand&lt;br /&gt;For many have become before me,&lt;br /&gt;But when they came they could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day on the field was yesterday and it was interesting. this whole week has just been interesting. Ive been learning how to let God speak through me and just to let him talk about His good news in which i am just a messenger to. Its been heart breaking to hear how many people just have been deceived by false doctrine because their pastors discourage them to read the bible. Namely catholics, and in Islam's case, the koran, which claims that Jesus will come back and judge all people ( do you know that Muhammad said that he does not know where he is going? (in terms of heaven and hell) and yet they claim that Jesus will come to judge them And that Jesus Lead a sinless life, but apparently hes still not the son of God...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People back home. Get real. And start to live your life for Christ. we shouldn't have to go a special place to preach the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Lose your self, lose who you were and become set apart In Jesus name because we have been made holy through Christ. sanctified through Christ! ( i came to africa to teach music and ended up preaching the gospel and as soon as this trip is over im going back to teach music at a bible college but when I get home I will be preaching through music) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading acts. its intense and quite encouraging to know that we are not persecuted like them. (ie. the stoning of stephen and the stoning of paul, which he was lucky enough to actually live from. ) but at the same time. if we dont face any persecution or opposition are we really doing our job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier... get real. stop looking for spiritual Highs and depending on them for your faith and start trusting God through ALL times in your life. we are called to persevere through the junk that Satan throws at us because with God we cant be moved. ( Sprirtual Highs are not bad, dont get me wrong but they become bad when you think that God is with us that moment and then when things get bad hes not. People should get over themselves and recognize that with opposition comes Help (if you ask for it) from God above) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your offended by any of this... im not here to coexist but to show people the one and only truth and salvation through Jesus Christ. (understand that im filled with compassion for people (thats kind of why im here) and that i dont hate people or other religions, rather i hate false doctrine and sin. because the whole reason Jesus Came down to this earth because God is a compassionate God and he wanted us to have a way to be with him. God created us for a relationship and he views us as his children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey if you know Katelyn Crosley Pray for her (even if you dont know her) shes sick and does not feel good. &lt;br /&gt;also pray for the Tanzania team that our church sent over here (that i met up coming down from uganda)(haha up down) there having trouble with the E-tickets to fly back home. and as we reach the time for them to fly back to the states and me to make the journey with Morris and Aida and the rest of the translators back to Uganda, Pray for Safety in travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you a lot and I hope everything is well! ill be posting some pictures up tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my Challenge, Take this week and read romans all the way through. its really not that long. oh and before you do that read acts chapter 8 about philip and the ethiopian and when it comes to the quoted text ( talking about isaiah) go back and read it. its awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheep who is carried by his Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-705744773473706214?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/705744773473706214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=705744773473706214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/705744773473706214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/705744773473706214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-that-paces.html' title='The man that Paces'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-6481889555356069884</id><published>2008-10-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:48:42.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive come to the conclusion that...</title><content type='html'>Blogspot has a really weird layout form. whenever i put pictures it ends up in a very strange format. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-6481889555356069884?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6481889555356069884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=6481889555356069884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6481889555356069884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6481889555356069884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-come-to-conclusion-that.html' title='Ive come to the conclusion that...'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-9004697226559063679</id><published>2008-10-07T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:46:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. take two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVtDw3HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GqPbIRqaVfI/s1600-h/DSC07783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVtDw3HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GqPbIRqaVfI/s320/DSC07783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254667597083892850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVsJyhSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dhiAmkJbP50/s1600-h/DSC07786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVsJyhSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dhiAmkJbP50/s320/DSC07786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254667596840731938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVyw_F3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/epAP41jhb4Q/s1600-h/DSC07794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVyw_F3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/epAP41jhb4Q/s320/DSC07794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254667598615746418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUV5AIu3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7-27McWjiIM/s1600-h/DSC07795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUV5AIu3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7-27McWjiIM/s320/DSC07795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254667600289905522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmZe8c1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CxuHXo7AF0s/s1600-h/DSC07767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmZe8c1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CxuHXo7AF0s/s320/DSC07767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254656888770687826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmaOvEJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9wUWOLbatOc/s1600-h/DSC07756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmaOvEJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9wUWOLbatOc/s320/DSC07756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254656888971137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmyKdTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s_RGtZQ0q7M/s1600-h/DSC07779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxKmyKdTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s_RGtZQ0q7M/s320/DSC07779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254656895395646642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. I hope everything is going well. I have pictures from traveling! here they are&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the crazy things that happened. it was actually quite a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah. i wrote a poem yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expression of Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of different nationalities&lt;br /&gt;People of different rationalities &lt;br /&gt;Mixing like Water and Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls looking for life&lt;br /&gt;Souls falling into strife&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling all on the same Soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the question&lt;br /&gt;Nothing short of expression*&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to trust in spite of Toils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this I must mention,&lt;br /&gt;What is your intention?&lt;br /&gt;Do you truly Love or are you a snake in Coils? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(at heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this blog post is really scattered. oh well. thanks for reading. I think its because im in an internet cafe with other people. well. i Love you all at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will upload a vid sometime later. till then. thanks for reading! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheep who sometimes gets distracted but knows his Creator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-9004697226559063679?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/9004697226559063679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=9004697226559063679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/9004697226559063679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/9004697226559063679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-take-two.html' title='Pictures. take two.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOxUVtDw3HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GqPbIRqaVfI/s72-c/DSC07783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-1503827245499309718</id><published>2008-10-07T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:25:51.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Tanzania </title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Hello Everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt; I thought id tell you that im in tanzania now! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So for the past two days ive been traveling by Road from Uganda to Tanzania (stopping in Kenya for the night) and many troubles have arose. For Example, when we got to the Tanzania border I think, when I was applying for a visa to stay in the country, I didn’t fill out what type of visa I was applying for and they just put multiple (which means you can go in and out of the country as many times as you want in a set amount of time) because it was more expensive, so I ended up paying 100 dollars just for less than one months stay… Then, we had a problem (at the same border) with the truck we were taking that had some sound equipment and other instruments and they were going to make us pay an unnecessary amount of money. So then we had to try and estimate the value of everything in the truck (which I don’t really know why…) and while we were trying to negotiate everything it took about three hours and we came to the conclusion that we would leave the truck and some people would go back to get it. So all of us (I think around 16 Ugandans 2 Kenyans and one white guy… me.) finally left. (ohh that’s another thing, they closed the gates on the border but they let us through… thankfully.) Then, as we were stopped on a routine police check (on the road usually they just ask for papers, if that, and say go.) and they asked for our papers (passports, but for people that weren’t me, meaning everyone else, they were actually paper. But still a passport) and we found out that most of the papers were left at the border.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had my passport with me, so don’t worry about that… haha. But anyway, I was in the car that drove back to the border on a trip that shouldn’t have taken 20 min one-way (more like 50 haha) and during the middle of all this its already pitch black out side. But regardless of those troubles we made it fine and im at a quite lovely hotel. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I have some great Pictures for you too! oHH! Haha yeah. So we stopped in Nairobi, Kenya to shop for some things we needed for this trip. That shopping center was awesome! It was kind of like walmart in the sense that it has almost everything but it was nicer and way cooler and had an internet café. Too bad I didn’t have time to use it…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ohh and on the way in Kenya up kind of in the higher hills of the Great Rift Valley it was actually chilly and had forests of pine and evergreen trees. I thought I was in Europe, or possibly in the northwest. It was very strange.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Hey, its raining. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“do not worry about anything, instead pray about everything. “ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that sums up my trip so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ok so as for the pictures... they will come later. i will have a good bunch and maybe a vid. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sheep who has trouble with uploading pictures,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Scottry~  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-1503827245499309718?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/1503827245499309718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=1503827245499309718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1503827245499309718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/1503827245499309718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-tanzania.html' title='Trip to Tanzania '/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3362473356960315537</id><published>2008-09-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:28:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI3VuTbjsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4063W1z5l_g/s1600-h/DSC07711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251820961813728962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI3VuTbjsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4063W1z5l_g/s320/DSC07711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI3V-aJD7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/M7BJNl_e7_g/s1600-h/Photo+990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251820966136844210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI3V-aJD7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/M7BJNl_e7_g/s320/Photo+990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0sMV1yHI/AAAAAAAAADc/GzVYjnVC35o/s1600-h/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818049299138674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0sMV1yHI/AAAAAAAAADc/GzVYjnVC35o/s320/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0sqyqB0I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ve3cvckGZ94/s1600-h/DSC07717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818057473066818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0sqyqB0I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ve3cvckGZ94/s320/DSC07717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0skpQk6I/AAAAAAAAADs/JqaiAo5spWQ/s1600-h/DSC07706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818055823037346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0skpQk6I/AAAAAAAAADs/JqaiAo5spWQ/s320/DSC07706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0tftznwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fnGIpnRe1Js/s1600-h/DSC07734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818071679803138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI0tftznwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fnGIpnRe1Js/s320/DSC07734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just thought i would... say that. again. anyway. i thought more pictures would be good. so here they are. =)&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/8966531132667437932-3362473356960315537?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3362473356960315537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3362473356960315537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3362473356960315537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3362473356960315537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-just-thought-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOI3VuTbjsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4063W1z5l_g/s72-c/DSC07711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-6625639391433959958</id><published>2008-09-30T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:46:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxO8wxjI/AAAAAAAAADE/vsWLBDmRb6U/s1600-h/DSC07696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808240293955122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxO8wxjI/AAAAAAAAADE/vsWLBDmRb6U/s320/DSC07696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxCNNKXI/AAAAAAAAADM/1_Nvv-yACnA/s1600-h/DSC07728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808236873263474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxCNNKXI/AAAAAAAAADM/1_Nvv-yACnA/s320/DSC07728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxQDZ2aI/AAAAAAAAADU/nlKsA-W7OU8/s1600-h/DSC07731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808240590248354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxQDZ2aI/AAAAAAAAADU/nlKsA-W7OU8/s320/DSC07731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIkgiD08oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/56hFactHjMY/s1600-h/DSC07748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800256784691842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIkgiD08oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/56hFactHjMY/s320/DSC07748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIkgqk_gVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p21fUn_J3LU/s1600-h/DSC07729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800259071279442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIkgqk_gVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p21fUn_J3LU/s320/DSC07729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIgNinveiI/AAAAAAAAACs/bBjqZa4ZkyU/s1600-h/DSC07747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251795532471302690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIgNinveiI/AAAAAAAAACs/bBjqZa4ZkyU/s320/DSC07747.JPG" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIYqA6SEpI/AAAAAAAAACk/S6HWNZV2anM/s1600-h/DSC07680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251787225545446034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIYqA6SEpI/AAAAAAAAACk/S6HWNZV2anM/s320/DSC07680.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictures!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today i just thought id let you know that I suck at soccer. i played with some people from the bible college and i was running around randomly. it was so fun. haha but yeah i hope these pictures are good. (they took a very long time to upload!) haha but anyway. i had my first class yesterday, which was alot of fun!! but... the first 30 min were very boring and a few people walked out and in( they just do that...) and others were sleeping. but after i had my students clap rhythems with me, it was a blast!! i ended up teaching for two hours!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i have a prayer request. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you could pray for my health and my ability to teach my students with a full heart and effectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all soo much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina and alex- ive been writing alot of songs. its awesome!! really great songwriting environment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sheep that loves to make noise to the lord-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~~&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/8966531132667437932-6625639391433959958?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6625639391433959958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=6625639391433959958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6625639391433959958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6625639391433959958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-are-some-pictures-so-today-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SOIrxO8wxjI/AAAAAAAAADE/vsWLBDmRb6U/s72-c/DSC07696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-8839215984477539511</id><published>2008-09-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:32:49.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I know its been a few days since I posted. When I got here I found out there wasn’t any internet I could hook up to (well… that’s still to be inquired.) haha anyway. I just wanted to tell you all that im safe and sound. I just wanted to say how thankful I am to be here. It realy blows my mind how God worked in all of this!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the first night I was here I was picked up by Ida with all my boxes and luggage and we proceeded to drive all the way from Entebbe to Kampala and stayed over night in Kampala before we made our drive to Mbale which is where I am now. I have some pictures from there too. The next day I ended up waking up at like 5:30 and waiting till around 8 o’clock to have break fast at the Hostel I was staying in. After that we left around 9 o’clock. From then on we drove all the way to Morris and Idas House in Mbale(which is quite nice. I really like it!) I have some pictures from that too. (I don’t know how the pictures are going to “layout” since im typing on my computer and not on Blogger.com… but hey they’re pictures nonetheless. =) )&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I tend to wake up early on a consistent basis I guess its like at home. But here I end up waking up at 6 regularly as opposed to 7:45 to 8:45.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went all around Mbale and met a few students of mine which I was awesome, I went to the children’s home too and met Jared another one of my students! Quite awesome! Im super excited to be here and im loving every minuet of it. Unfortunately the muffin man forgot to tell me to bring my camera so I didn’t get any pictures but hey im here for almost three months!! Ill have plenty. =)&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou Know How art thee?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, yay for randomness. Oh by the way its still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Matthew last night in chapters 8 through around 16 Kind of randomly(somehow I thinki skipped a few pages while turning pages so I ended up reading mostly around chapters 12 through 16 or 17. Yeah, random. But anyway) and I remember reading about Jesus talking to his disciples about the parable of the yeast of the pharisees and sadducees in chapter 16 (in chapter 13:33 is where he tells the crowed of people first… his disciples tend to ask him awhile after Jesus tells these parables.)&lt;br /&gt;So, Jesus says in verses (of ch.16) 5 “be careful “ Jesus said, “ Be on your guard against the yeast of the Of the Pharisees and Sadducees.”&lt;br /&gt;Then the Disciples said, “it is because we did not bring any bread”&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus pretty much slaps his forhead and is like… no not bread, you morons!! False teaching!! I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I think it just shows that the disciples wernt some elite group of law learned and extremely knowledgeable men. These were simple regular people. The only thing that set them apart from other people was (one, they rolled with Jesus) the fact that they had faith enough to follow Jesus and leave behind everything they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I came across was, in ch. 14 Herod (a kind of governor in the roman empire ruling over that area) Kills John the Baptist which makes Jesus quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ch 14 v. 13 “ When Jesus heard what had happened he withdrew by boat to a solitary place”&lt;br /&gt;And then when crowds of people heard this they followed him at the shore. And jesus feeling the way he did had enough compassion and Love in him that he Fed FIVE THOUSAND people. And after that he in verses’ 22-32 dismisses the crowed and Goes to the mountain side to pray, his disciples then go into the boat and are already a considerable distance into the water when Jesus just walks to them on water. Meanwhile, the Disciples see him waking towards him and are kinda freaked out by this, calling him a ghost and Jesus says (V. 27)“Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” Then Peter said Jesus if its you tell me to come on the water, and then Jesus says “come” and peter walked on water and then began to sink because he was afraid and says “lord! Save me!!”. And Jesus says (v. 31)”You of little faith.” “why did you doubt?”&lt;br /&gt;How do you interpret the way Jesus replys to peter? I see it like this, peter is like a child comeing to see his father when he gets scared and then asks his father to save him and then Jesus says with a lot of Love, child, im here your safe why did you doubt me?&lt;br /&gt;Has there been a time when you have acted like this? Do you know that Jesus says that we are apart of his family if we trust in him?&lt;br /&gt;Check this out Matthew chapter 12: 48-50 “ He replied to him, ‘who is my mother and who are my brothers?’ pointing to his disciples, he said, ‘ here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.’ “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had feelings. And I think we forget that. Do you think he would want a relationship if he didn’t? is Love not a feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to take a look at your faith with Christ and try to understand deep down that Christ really and truly loves us with a real genuineness and heart.&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to let your wall down to God and to recognize that God is our Loving father Who has more love than we could imagine. A Real Love in which the deepest of meanings reaches us. Not a casual love that has been thrown around here and there stripped of its meaning. Use Love with more reverence and take this to heart more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-8839215984477539511?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/8839215984477539511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=8839215984477539511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8839215984477539511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/8839215984477539511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-everyone-i-know-its-been-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7403475468546658312</id><published>2008-09-26T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:23:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In mbale</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!! i hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 20 min left on this internet cafe computer.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i will tell you about my time here so far.&lt;br /&gt;I got here two days ago and have mostly been traveling across uganda to get here.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had a day of meeting people and just hangen around which was alot of fun. i went to the childrens home out in the village area and spoke to Jared who is one of my students for a good long time while walking around and enjoying this wonderful weather. soooo nice way better than texas. haha i canteven tell you ho much this weather rocks. (if you think all of africa is craZy hot. you should think harder and learn your geography ((oh maybe i can learn how to spell at the same time... haha))   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. so i have been to two internet cafes in the past to hours...&lt;br /&gt;the first one i went to was in the back of a bridal and clothes shop and the internet failed. so now im here at another one. (although this is just a regular internet ccafe no clothes or anything... haha)  i actually typed a blog on my computer and i put it on my ipod but when i came to put it on another computer in the internet cafe the computer erased everything on the ipod while "reformating" yay for Pc yet anbother problem. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will try again another day. i will be posting alot more pictures too! so keep checking back here for updates! feel free to email me or facebook me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love anyone who reads this with all my heart (even if you think im crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sheep who like to talk in internet cafes in the name of his shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i got to ride on the back of a moped thropugh Mbale!! that was sweet! i feel like a native. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7403475468546658312?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7403475468546658312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7403475468546658312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7403475468546658312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7403475468546658312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-mbale.html' title='In mbale'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-6721356953320687664</id><published>2008-09-23T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:22:49.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the airport-amsterdam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqNeDMAI/AAAAAAAAABs/zIanMZ-6csk/s1600-h/DSC07679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqNeDMAI/AAAAAAAAABs/zIanMZ-6csk/s320/DSC07679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249113216637939714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqOBOSsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jjYJbnQnSX0/s1600-h/DSC07677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqOBOSsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jjYJbnQnSX0/s320/DSC07677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249113216785468098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqce9VeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UB0Li-WACEQ/s1600-h/DSC07672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqce9VeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UB0Li-WACEQ/s320/DSC07672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249113220668282338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqlXJYbI/AAAAAAAAACE/_9d39e04DKY/s1600-h/DSC07670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqlXJYbI/AAAAAAAAACE/_9d39e04DKY/s320/DSC07670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249113223051436466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiX7DgjFpI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Nh_I8AU1sI/s1600-h/DSC07673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiX7DgjFpI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Nh_I8AU1sI/s320/DSC07673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249112406510212754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! i cant talk too mong so im going to make this short but i am going to post some pictures! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off i wanted to thank the India missions team at Grace Church Houston for hangen out with me on the plane and in the airport. the discussions Got me quite excited and very happy to say the least! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly i want to remind everyone that i am safe and that God is in control! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay for the random placement of the photogs!! haha i hope you like them. I am praying for you all at home!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant tell you all how Happy and Joyful my heart is to be going to uganda. adn to be halfway there!! i will keep updates! as for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sheep who like to travel in the Name of his shepherd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottry~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-6721356953320687664?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/6721356953320687664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=6721356953320687664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6721356953320687664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/6721356953320687664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-airport-amsterdam.html' title='In the airport-amsterdam!'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNiYqNeDMAI/AAAAAAAAABs/zIanMZ-6csk/s72-c/DSC07679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7247510374938593725</id><published>2008-09-21T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:32:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNaZdMFH23I/AAAAAAAAABc/IYwKUqLg4KU/s1600-h/Photo+989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNaZdMFH23I/AAAAAAAAABc/IYwKUqLg4KU/s320/Photo+989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551142484859762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: "Lets Get Out of This Country" by "Camera Obscura" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my Itunes playlist on shuffle and this song came up. How fitting =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have to get ready. i have to pack my backpack and maybe get a few things before i leave tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: This "=)"  is a smilely face for those of you who may not already know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Finally had my Show for "Sheep! Lost Sheep!" my band, on friday. It went really well. Im pretty sure we freaked some people out too. It went really well and I had a blast Singing my heart out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;susanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is an insi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told you id post it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to more serious things...(like spelling) ((not really))(((haha)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant express the amount of thanks that I have in my heart for all of you that have supported me and that are praying for me. I feel very blessed and quite Excited that I am able to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*note: the groups of words in the parenthesis may or may not mean anything. so feel free to read them if you like.( that goes for all my blogs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( soo much i cant even tell you! really its not possible. dost thou know the muffin man? i think not? is this random? im not sure. Do you enjoy leaves in the autumn? Do you like walking? Sometimes i like to walk. sometimes i dont. for those of you who know me... yeah i need not say anything. for those who dont. Im ok, im just random. haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a long time Prayer and hope for me to be able to do something with music and missions and now that I not only have the opportunity but am taking the opportunity, I am beyond ready to Learn by teaching, and the Best part being, I Get to do it in the name of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to learn by teaching. now, isnt that a crazy phrase? yes. it is. but think about it if we were to be as receptive as the people that we teach( especially in Uganda) than we would learn so much more than we could teach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you stuck in the notion that you know more than people? Think about what matters to God and what matters to us. are you willing to humble yourself to be open to God teaching you through something you wouldnt expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Corinthians 1:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span id="en-NIV-28374" class="sup"&gt; 26&lt;/span&gt;Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28375" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28376" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, &lt;span id="en-NIV-28377" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;so that no one may boast before him. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28378" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28379" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, as it is written: "Let him who boasts boast in the Lord."  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to humble your self in all that you do. And to do your best and not expect anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to Learn from people and to not resent them and to Love with your Full heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i also challenge you to actually try these things) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets set ourselfs aside and get something done, because with God everythings possible and without him nothing exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep who has a random mind but with purpose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: this is a note. note. note. note. yesh broseph, a note.&lt;br /&gt;try saing that a few .05367 times fast e.&lt;br /&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7247510374938593725?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7247510374938593725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7247510374938593725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7247510374938593725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7247510374938593725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/leaving-tomorrow.html' title='Leaving tomorrow.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/SNaZdMFH23I/AAAAAAAAABc/IYwKUqLg4KU/s72-c/Photo+989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-7533851015771264613</id><published>2008-09-17T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:59:48.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual warfare.</title><content type='html'> This is a song I wrote. pay attention to the capitalization of "i".  i think im having a Show at dunn bros in katy this friday. so check it out. it will mean so much more if you hear it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As spiritual warfare takes over my body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find myself made a battle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;field where there are many casualties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find it herd to find steady ground sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to forget who i was and Become who I am In You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to forget who i was and Become who I am In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when my feet start to slip oh God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Catch me Lord" i call out, with Your Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when my feet start to slip oh God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Catch me Lord" i call out, with Your Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to forget who i was and Become who I am In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to forget who i was and Become who I am In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive forgotten who i was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive forgotten who i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some times i for get Who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I? i say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am, is who i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sheep who is saved from the unstable ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Scottry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-7533851015771264613?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/7533851015771264613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=7533851015771264613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7533851015771264613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/7533851015771264613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/spiritual-warfare.html' title='Spiritual warfare.'/><author><name>sleepy sheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04228227277353268171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70Uq9XL3Msg/TEdIVwWHVJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7eO6d80IpjE/S220/R1-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966531132667437932.post-3761527787946241357</id><published>2008-09-14T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:54:26.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love. An Anthem.</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first post, and i just thought i would start by saying that Love, is an anthem, my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An anthem to go by everyday, an anthem i&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;n which this world sometimes forgets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to say that&lt;/span&gt; I am a Christian Discovered By Gods Love! I believe that it is our job, my job, to spread and show and actually love everyone you meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that love is only true unless it is in your intentions. it comes down deep into our heart. Do we truly Love the people we talk to? we should. do you truly love God? Enough to say, "God, your will be done." and actually mean it? we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mr. Billy Kellough would say. "You got to Love folk!" and i really believe i do.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world is so casual. with many things, such as love... which breaks my heart, because love is not casual, it is not just here. it IS the most intimate form of communication in which every tongue understands! ... im getting excited now... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to read this piece of scripture. I think many of you kind of know what im talking about already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 corinthians 13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out, read this, take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "1If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People think that Christians are Hypocrites. We are.  How can this be in what we believe yet not Live it? D'you think that we are just in this for fun? we look at life on this earth as it is more important than life with God and following Him. If God is the creator of the universe, the all mighty, if he is everything!!! than why do we act like there are more important things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why people think were hypocrites. they see us doing everything the world is.&lt;br /&gt;What if we actually Did something with all of our hearts? What if we had God backing us? (oh by the way, we do. just thought id let you know that) What if? what if? no more what ifs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to put an action to our words and Genuinely do something in Love. if the people in Acts can do it we can too. in fact, paul in acts 14, was stoned(had rocks throwen at him for those of you who dont know. no, he didnt hit up some lotus flower or anything. ) then dragged half dead and left outside of the city. BUT He came back to them because he loved them. would you go back to someone who tried to kill you? sounds crazy right? no! its not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that Jesus became one of us suffering the same things we did and conquered sin and death. he could have just said... ok well. yeah, your on your own, im getting beat up and frankly you dont even care... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because he LOVED us he endured suffering and built a bridge for us to Father God in heaven so that we can salvation by Faith Alone, and not of works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who dont know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go to uganda. For a little less than three months  (from sept 22nd to dec 17th)   to teach music to youth and adults. (not too sure but i will find out when i get there) but it will be in class form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i leave in a week. as of today. which scares me thinking about it. but Love is my anthem, and God is backing me. so His will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be hopefuly posting a blog weekly while im there =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderfull day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the sheep that sometimes sleepwalks from his Shepheard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966531132667437932-3761527787946241357?l=theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/feeds/3761527787946241357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966531132667437932&amp;postID=3761527787946241357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3761527787946241357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966531132667437932/posts/default/3761527787946241357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshepherdssheep.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-anthem.html' title='Love. 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