<?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-6465729713807756836</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:37:20.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~A Writer's Thoughts~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-8045631922869316183</id><published>2010-03-04T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:26:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life...</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I've posted and feel its time to jump back on the blogging bandwagon.  Life is ridiculously busy these days. Work, school and church consume all of my time. I've grown by leaps and bounds in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;Last July, I was very blessed to spend a week in the amazing country of Peru. The people are so amazingly sweet and hungry for God like I've never seen before. It was beautiful to spend time so far from home and see how the same God that is here is in fact moving and working over there.  I saw things that changed my viewpoint on life. As cliche as this sounds, that experience changed my life forever. I know now more than ever before that I am very blessed and fortunate to live where I do and to have the life that I have.  I saw young children living on the banks of a river in small huts/shacks living off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt; of travelers and people passing by.  We were passing by train and my heart sank as I saw a young boy, maybe 7 or 8 holding the hand of a young girl, who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; 5 or 6 (possibly his sister). They were both wearing tattered and dirty clothes. They were running alongside the train as we went by, we slowed and stopped. They ran up to a window a few seats behind me and I looked out at them. I couldn't help it. I reached into my bag and pulled out two bags of animal crackers I had. I called to him, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mijo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt;..." He looked up and I tossed the bags out to him. The smile on his face was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mind boggeling&lt;/span&gt;. How something so small could bring such happiness to a young boy was heart-wrenching. As the train started to pull away, the young boy ran to keep up as long as possible, waving and smiling. As I watched him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;, the emotions that I felt cannot be described.&lt;br /&gt;On a much different note, I am still plugging away in college, trying to get those units under my belt. Anyone who knows about school knows that its a marathon, not a sprint.&lt;br /&gt;I have an incredible job working with kids. As unpredictable as children are, they can bring a happiness to your day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; so very special. They have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; on life that is so innocent and simple. They help me enjoy things that are most important. I am blessed to have fantastic management. They are so supportive and pull the best out of me. They are constantly challenging me and showing me just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; much I am capable of.&lt;br /&gt;Church is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;! God is doing some amazing things and I am so proud of my Pastor, the ministry, and the departments that I am involved in. I couldn't ask for a better group of brothers and sister to walk in faith with! As I have unloaded much of my thoughts this evening, I will leave you to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Great Grandmother always says, God be with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Ashley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-8045631922869316183?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/8045631922869316183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/8045631922869316183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/8045631922869316183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s my life...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-4279116123883228931</id><published>2009-06-01T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:02:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>So, I've heard this song many times on the radio and thought, "Oh, that's a cool song." It was nothing I ever pictured in a church service though. Until Bro. Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christain&lt;/span&gt; came. He had so much anointing when he sang this song. I never thought in a million years that this song would be such an awesome tool! But really, the whole church was moved beyond words. People were so open to the moving of God. He didn't even preach. He just sang this song and people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; came to the altar. Let me tell you, God met them there. It was such a beautiful thing to experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read these lyrics and really think about what they are saying. See if it doesn't touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Never Let Go by Matt Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect love is casting out fear&lt;br /&gt;And even when I’m caught in the middle of the storms of this life&lt;br /&gt;I won’t turn back I know You are near&lt;br /&gt;And I will fear no evil&lt;br /&gt;For my God is with me&lt;br /&gt;And if my God is with me&lt;br /&gt;Whom then shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Whom then shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;br /&gt;Through the calm and through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;br /&gt;In every high and every low&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You never let go of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on&lt;br /&gt;A glorious light beyond all compare&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;We’ll live to know You here on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;Still I will praise You, still I will praise You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my grandmother says, God Be With You!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Ashley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-4279116123883228931?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/4279116123883228931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-ive-heard-this-song-many-times-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/4279116123883228931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/4279116123883228931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-ive-heard-this-song-many-times-on.html' title='You Never Let Go'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-8316096051101110544</id><published>2009-04-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:49:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Limits</title><content type='html'>Limit: the final, utmost, or furthest boundary or point as to extent, amount, continuance, procedure, etc.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not a man, I cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;I know the plans for your life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you to dream again,&lt;br /&gt;believe again&lt;br /&gt;and take the limits off of me.&lt;br /&gt; No I'm not a man, I cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;I know the plans I have for you&lt;br /&gt; they're my design,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm asking you just to hope again&lt;br /&gt;and trust again&lt;br /&gt;and take the limits off of me.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is take the limits off,&lt;br /&gt;take the limits off,&lt;br /&gt;release me to accomplish what I promised you,&lt;br /&gt;take the limits off me,&lt;br /&gt;take the limits off&lt;br /&gt;release me release me&lt;br /&gt;No limits&lt;br /&gt;no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;I see increase&lt;br /&gt;all around me&lt;br /&gt;stretch forth&lt;br /&gt;break forth&lt;br /&gt;release me&lt;br /&gt;enlarge my territory&lt;br /&gt;Take the limits off&lt;br /&gt;take the limits off&lt;br /&gt;release me release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics above are to the song No Limits. It  came on last night and I begin to think (yet again, I know) about the recent events in my life. I've taken leaps and bounds in the spiritual sense and it's been the best choice I've ever made. Then again, you can't go wrong anytime you move foward spiritually. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty though, I've really gotten to the point where I've taken the limits off of God and let HIM do what HE wants to do in my life. I tried figuring it out on my own and let me tell you, it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who put the limits on. God has such great plans for us and when he starts to reveal them, we start putting limits on. We say, "God, I'm too young. God, I can't speak well. God, I don't know anything about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to realize is God doensn't call the qualified, but he qualifies the called. He looks and sees a willing vessel, an available life and says, "I'm going to use them." God never looks at us as we are. He sees what we are IN HIM. On our own we are nothing. But in him we become something BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tie God's hands by telling him what he can and can't do through you! He's the ALL-KNOWING, ALL-POWERFUL, MIGHTY God of the universe!!! He knows what he's doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to question HIM?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Be With You!&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Ashley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-8316096051101110544?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/8316096051101110544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/8316096051101110544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/8316096051101110544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-limits.html' title='No Limits'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-6760827959142945237</id><published>2009-04-24T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:47:28.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souls...this one is for you Audrey...=)</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday I went on a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt;" with my English Professor and some classmates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;downtown&lt;/span&gt; to see the play &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner.&lt;/em&gt; It was a great experience on many levels. It's always interesting to see people in a different setting than what you normally see them. The play was well-written and wonderfully acted. If you're not familiar with the play, here is a bit of background. It is set in Afghanistan over a period of time. Towards the end of the play (while depicting the civil war in the 1980s), the main character is in desperate need and beings to call out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allah&lt;/span&gt; to help him. The emotion was so raw and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; was astounding. So much so that it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was just acting, but I knew there was reality of that in everyday life. It struck a chord with me and I fought tears. My heart ached for those who are hungry and hurting. I come in contact with so many lost people everyday who are looking for an answer. We see them everyday, but do we really SEE them? This reminds me of the song Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked down from a broken sky&lt;br /&gt;Traced out by the city lights&lt;br /&gt;My world from a mile high&lt;br /&gt;Best seat in the house tonight&lt;br /&gt;Touched down on the cold black top&lt;br /&gt;Hold on for the sudden stop&lt;br /&gt;Breath in the familiar shock&lt;br /&gt;Of confusion and chaos&lt;br /&gt; All those people going somewhere,&lt;br /&gt; Why have I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Ones that are far beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;See a girl and our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;Does her best to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;To hide what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;There's a man just to her right&lt;br /&gt;Black suit and a bright red tie&lt;br /&gt;Too ashamed to tell his wife&lt;br /&gt;He's out of work&lt;br /&gt;He's buying time&lt;br /&gt;All those people going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Why have I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Been there a million times&lt;br /&gt;A couple of million eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just moving past me by&lt;br /&gt;I swear I never thought that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well I want a second glance&lt;br /&gt;So give me a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To see the way you see the people all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Ones that are far beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just a reminder that WE are HIS eyes, hands, feet, etc...He has put us here to show the world who he is through us! We need to look at them as souls, not just another person that we are brushing shoulders with. This is such a humbling task, but it's empowering and enlightening as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Great Grandmother always says, God be with you!&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-6760827959142945237?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/6760827959142945237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/soulsthis-one-is-for-you-audrey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/6760827959142945237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/6760827959142945237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/soulsthis-one-is-for-you-audrey.html' title='Souls...this one is for you Audrey...=)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-1236369520384328814</id><published>2009-04-20T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:04:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some food for thought...</title><content type='html'>So, on the way home from Convention I was thinking...scary, I know, but it produced good results this time. The topic of self condemnation came up (in my mind lol) and I'm not really sure why. However, I began to think about why we feel so bad when we mess up and after we've asked for forgiveness even though God is so merciful. I was telling a friend how it amazes me how much we fight condemnation when we have many examples in the Bible of people who were so close to God, but fell in major ways: people like David, Jonah, Moses, Samson...this list could go on and on. We are all human and therefore, CONTINUALLY make misakes. The thing is we tend to sit where we fall and wonder why we did what we did and how we could ever be forgiven. The amazing thing is we are already forgiven. God said, "I forgive you" when he shed his blood on that cross for us. All we have to do is voice our repentence and receive that forgiveness. Then, we get up, dust ourselves off, and continue walking. The issue of self condemnation has nothing to do with God forgiving us, but it is about us forgiving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Ashley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-1236369520384328814?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/1236369520384328814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/1236369520384328814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/1236369520384328814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-food-for-thought.html' title='Some food for thought...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465729713807756836.post-7368912821072183947</id><published>2009-04-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:03:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>My first entry...and what should I write about? I'm really not sure. Therefore, you'll just get my current thoughts. It's Sunday evening and I'm finally putting my feet up after quite a week. Last weekend (Easter Weekend) we had our Easter Drama, The Messiah 2009. It was a wonderful weekend. It was filled with an anointed cast and SO MANY touched lives. The Drama took so much work and dedication, but the end result was worth every bit. The second thing was our annual Youth Convention. Words cannot describe what this convention did for me personally and our youth as a whole. On the way there I sent a text to my friend and asked her to pray that I would get something from God and that I didn't want to come back the same. Boy, did I get what I asked for. Bro. Nathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keating&lt;/span&gt; taught a message titled "Who are you and who do you belong to?" It was so powerful yet so easily understood at the same time. We have a name, heritage, and a Father who is THE King! Bro. Caballero hit home preaching "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Preserved&lt;/span&gt; for a Purpose." He talked about the calling that God has placed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; our lives and how when situations come and try to destroy us, God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preserves&lt;/span&gt; us and uses those situations to make and mold us so that we can be used for that purpose. Then finally on Friday, Bro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gurley&lt;/span&gt; preached a message that changed me forever. "I Am The Revival." Instead of asking God to send the revival, we need to start it within ourselves and take it out to those in need. It was SO eye opening. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; end of his message, he called everyone up to the front and had all the ministers face us. Then he told us all to lift our hands and they were going to pray that Boldness would come over us. After the prayer said, "Now, we're going to put into practice what we just prayed for. Find those in your youth group who don't have the Holy Ghost and you're going to pray them through." Let me tell you, we prayed them through and then some. Young people we're getting blessed right and left. It was such a beautiful thing to experience. My life was changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;and I&lt;/span&gt; know that I will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Until Next Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465729713807756836-7368912821072183947?l=elizabethashley88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/feeds/7368912821072183947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/7368912821072183947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465729713807756836/posts/default/7368912821072183947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethashley88.blogspot.com/2009/04/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>Elizabeth Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15971181874311523360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkOXOyhqLXs/SevdM4uiasI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N9Tg4Pdsnbc/S220/Senior+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
