<?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-7179590592723498739</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:57:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born2Fly</title><subtitle type='html'>I want to set the World on fire, until it's burning bright for You. It's everything that I desire, can I be the one You use?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-8248957391597188585</id><published>2009-03-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:24:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart for Bluegrass</title><content type='html'>Tonight, My father and I joined in on a Bluegrass group in the Marietta Square. It was the closest thing that we've had to a relationship in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to Bluegrass Festivals and things like that when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can remember from them, and it still appeals to me now, is that fact that with Bluegrass music...your ears just want to "soak up" every single note, every beat, and every word.&lt;br /&gt;It is essentially so captivating...it truly is the root of all westernized music today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more proof?&lt;br /&gt;My father began to break...&lt;br /&gt;Careful, Bluegrass can do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was the accomplice of something Great that was stirring in him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I love my father so much sometimes, it breaks my heart just to &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at him.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes just emit this sorrow...I hate that he feels regret over his life.&lt;br /&gt;He did show fruits tonight though.&lt;br /&gt;Hope!&lt;br /&gt;I have faith that God will answer my prayers in His time. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-8248957391597188585?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/8248957391597188585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=8248957391597188585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/8248957391597188585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/8248957391597188585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-for-bluegrass.html' title='A Heart for Bluegrass'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-2341956153150708935</id><published>2009-02-27T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:56:19.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard letting you in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Dif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ferent People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;10. Practice what you preach...&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't fully trust you, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ven though my heart tells me I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;8.  Stop blaming others.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your intelligence is astounding, and sometimes I think it holds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6.  I constantly worry about you...&lt;br /&gt;5.  I want to marry a man just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I want to believe you've changed for good...but that littl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e voice tells me, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.  OPEN your eyes for ONCE and see what is happening in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I honestly think  I could love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. I wish I could get away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;9. I could live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of a suitcase for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. I have a strong heart for animals...dogs to be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. I want to spend some time on the Application Trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. I love being social and meeting people, but I also ADORE alone/quite time.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the mountains and snow, MORE t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;han the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. I wish I could live in a different time period, it would suit me better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. My pug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, Mozar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t, makes me smile. I love him so much. He has a strong personality, just like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. I am not picky, or comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;etitive.&lt;br /&gt;1. My dream: Through Music; to be to girls ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;erywhere what Bethany Dillon was for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSekaDsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YSsVnup8keI/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSekaDsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YSsVnup8keI/s200/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307582845978653106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSYKtd2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VQEhokm1tYc/s1600-h/bethany_dillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSYKtd2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VQEhokm1tYc/s200/bethany_dillon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307582736001522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eight ways to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Trust in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;7. Only have eyes for me...(I've known the opposite my whole life.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Challenge me!&lt;br /&gt;4. Lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Inspire me to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;2. Show kindness to others. (this is such a big one, and it's often over-looked)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pursue...Pur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sue...Pursue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that cross my mind a lot. (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. God&lt;br /&gt;6. Mexican Food :-)&lt;br /&gt;5. Memories&lt;br /&gt;4. What my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;purpose is...&lt;br /&gt;3. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. My brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;1. Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Read&lt;br /&gt;5. Play around with my phone&lt;br /&gt;4. Set my alarm&lt;br /&gt;3. Brush teet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;h, etc...all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find a comfortable position! str&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;etch out...&lt;br /&gt;1. Help Mozart find a comfortable position. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e who mean a lot. (in no order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bethany Dillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Jenna&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;br /&gt;2. Lauren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brumley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four things you're wearing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work Shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Ring&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three songs that you listen to often.(Lately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take My Hand - Shawn McDonald&lt;br /&gt;2. Forward Motion - Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;1. It Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'t Me Babe - Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two things you wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nt to do before you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Be in Love&lt;br /&gt;1. See God's wonderful creations, and meet his diverse people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahR-yAHcCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WI48OfFb6Go/s1600-h/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahR-yAHcCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WI48OfFb6Go/s200/loves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307582299872129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSEqMYiYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xZvfmSYppPY/s1600-h/pepperharvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSEqMYiYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xZvfmSYppPY/s200/pepperharvest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307582400855312770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nfession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. I'm scared to death of starting over in Nashville, but fear has always been my ultimate form of motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-2341956153150708935?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/2341956153150708935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=2341956153150708935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/2341956153150708935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/2341956153150708935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-hard-letting-you-in.html' title='It&apos;s hard letting you in...'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahSekaDsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YSsVnup8keI/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-8686488733172220239</id><published>2009-02-15T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:12:19.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>I am so anxious to start writing again, however, I am also very nervous. Writing entitles a form of expression, something that I've never been very good at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-8686488733172220239?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/8686488733172220239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=8686488733172220239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/8686488733172220239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/8686488733172220239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2009/02/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-1322100118843391461</id><published>2008-04-18T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:06:26.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness - It's Beautiful</title><content type='html'>This was to one of my old roomates Lauren, after she accepted my apology and wrote a note on myspace about it. I'm glad the Lord has blessed her with understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 130:3-5 (New International Version)If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand? 4 But with you there is forgiveness; therefore you are feared.5 I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reazling that everyone, and everything can be forgiven...is accepting that we all fail. and we are ALL given a chance to get back up...do we all take it?Forgiveness is very humbling, because you are recognizing that no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right about forgiveness Lauren, it is indeed opeing your heart to Love.John 4:8"God is Love"Open your heart to Him, and he will take away your burden.In Him,Jamie Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-1322100118843391461?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/1322100118843391461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=1322100118843391461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/1322100118843391461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/1322100118843391461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgiveness-it.html' title='Forgiveness - It&apos;s Beautiful'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-343291284535673895</id><published>2008-04-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:50:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears and Feelings</title><content type='html'>The downfall of all and every friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind that they don't ask for....are you entitled to share anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I've had many different (sets) of friends in my life....I'm starting to wonder...is it them? or me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never ask. They NEVER ask.&lt;br /&gt;So why should I tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give this problem to God. He will tell me when, and who I need to speak with...maybe someday, perhaps it will be with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-343291284535673895?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/343291284535673895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=343291284535673895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/343291284535673895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/343291284535673895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2008/04/fears-and-feelings.html' title='Fears and Feelings'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-2708114322396052832</id><published>2008-04-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:36:24.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Away My Beloved</title><content type='html'>My parents are about to leave, for 7 days, on a cruise, BY THEMSELVES. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so either one of two things can happen. They will either throw each other overboard, or come back completely and incandescently in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Knowing my parents and thier 25+ years of marriage....it's not looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another dreary Saturday morning here at SOHO HERO. So what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I read a passage in my book that started a fire in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The book is called..."Come Away My Beloved" by Frances J. Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, and if you can always, as it were, feel My pulse beat, you will recieve insight that will give you sustaining strength. I bore your sins and I wish to carry your burdens. You may take the gift of a light and merry heart, for My love dispels all fear and is a cure for every ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel so loved. It made me feel purpose, and made me reach deep inside. I often struggle with the little voice in the back of my head. As it is, I hear it nontheless, I just never LISTEN to it.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing and Listening.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing OR Listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you." &lt;/em&gt;Matthew 6:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resign all into My hands-your loved ones as well as your own self. Be obedient to the &lt;strong&gt;still small voice&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-2708114322396052832?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/2708114322396052832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=2708114322396052832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/2708114322396052832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/2708114322396052832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-away-my-beloved.html' title='Come Away My Beloved'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179590592723498739.post-5576549963410041023</id><published>2008-04-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:42:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Your more concerned about the temporary pleasures of this world, than your eternal salvation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179590592723498739-5576549963410041023?l=jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/feeds/5576549963410041023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179590592723498739&amp;postID=5576549963410041023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/5576549963410041023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179590592723498739/posts/default/5576549963410041023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynnbrannen.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Jamie Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04755350857010024646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6NTt16-E_k/SahNTVXnAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/7NVRh0N8BPs/S220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
