<?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-1663916532548609545</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:18:47.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you with GOD?</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi my name is amanda.ilike to play church softball and swim. in the summer i valenteer for CEF Child Evangisam Fellowship. I love animals mainly dogs and horses.I fear God as my mastor and king.I do not like school,I want to breed Golden Retrievers,I like country and cristian music.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-67939150889822615</id><published>2009-08-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:14:53.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep</title><content type='html'>How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing loss,The Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the chosen One,Bring many sons to gloryBehold the Man upon a cross,My sin upon His shouldersAshamed I hear my mocing voice,Call out among the scoffersIt was my sin that helf Him thereUntil it was accomplishedHis dying breath has brought me lifeI knoww that it is finishedI will not boast in anythingNo gifts, no power, no wisdomBut I will boast inJesus ChristHis death and resurrectionWhy should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answerBut this I know with all my heartHis wounds have paid my ransom(REPEAT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-67939150889822615?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/67939150889822615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=67939150889822615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/67939150889822615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/67939150889822615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-deep.html' title='How Deep'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-3204159365606819544</id><published>2009-08-04T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:06:08.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Rise - Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>There's a peace I've come to know Though my heart and flesh may fail There's an anchor for my soul I can say "It is well" Jesus has overcome And the grave is overwhelmed The victory is won He is risen from the dead. And I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagles' wings Before my God fall on my knees And rise I will rise There's a day that's drawing near When this darkness breaks to light And the shadows disappear And my faith shall be my eyes Jesus has overcome And the grave is overwhelmed The victory is won He is risen from the dead. And I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagles' wings Before my God fall on my knees And rise I will rise And I hear the voice of many angels sing, "Worthy is the Lamb". And I hear the cry of every longing heart, "Worthy is the Lamb" And I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagles' wings Before my God fall on my knees And rise I will rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-3204159365606819544?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/3204159365606819544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=3204159365606819544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/3204159365606819544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/3204159365606819544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-peace-ive-come-to-know-though-my.html' title='I Will Rise - Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-8472414502660669512</id><published>2009-08-04T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:55:39.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CEF Summer DayCamps</title><content type='html'>Aug. 3 - 7,&lt;br /&gt;Mon. - This week we are at Goshen Community Church on the mission rd. Today after camp I went to spend the night at Janel and Trevor's house and went to our last softball game which we last by lets say alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. - Today was fun we played games and did crafts like we always do exsept I had alot more fun with the leaders and after camp I started a water fight with Trevor and he ended up ending it with a big glass of water and I only had a water bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-8472414502660669512?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8472414502660669512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=8472414502660669512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8472414502660669512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8472414502660669512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2009/08/cef-summer-daycamps.html' title='CEF Summer DayCamps'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-5898874442777757190</id><published>2008-11-14T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:28:46.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MEMERY OF PHILSON</title><content type='html'>I owned Philson from the time he was five years old, he was a great dog, Ihad to rehome him in October of 2008. I loved him dearly and i will never ever forget him. he is a nutered Golden Retriever male, he was born on march 17, 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-5898874442777757190?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5898874442777757190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=5898874442777757190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5898874442777757190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5898874442777757190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-memery-of-philson.html' title='IN MEMERY OF PHILSON'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-6273006668896139706</id><published>2007-12-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:30:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN THANGS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>1. I FEAR THE LORD WITH ALL MY SOUL AND MIND AND WORSHIP HIM AS MY LORD AND KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I AM A SINNER LIKE ALL PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I TRY TO HONER AND OBEY MY PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE GOLDEN RETRIEVERS (DOGS) AND ARABIANS (HORSES) I LOVE THE WAY THEY BOTH MOVE AND HAVE A SWEET, KIND AND WILLINGNESS TO PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I LOVE TO PLAY WITH KIDS AND WATCH KIDS PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I LOVE TO SWIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I LOVE TO PLAY CHURCH LEAGUE SOFTBALL WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I DON'T LIKE HONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I DON'T LIKE TO DISOBEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I LOVE TO SPEND TIME WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-6273006668896139706?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/6273006668896139706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=6273006668896139706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/6273006668896139706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/6273006668896139706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/12/ten-thangs-about-me.html' title='TEN THANGS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-5900780270381390338</id><published>2007-07-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:32:55.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET HOME ALABAMA</title><content type='html'>Big wheels keep on turning&lt;br /&gt;Carry me home to see my kin&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs about the southland&lt;br /&gt;I miss alabamy once again&lt;br /&gt;And I think its a sin, yes&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard mister young sing about her&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard ole neil put her down&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope neil young will remember&lt;br /&gt;A southern man dont need him around any&lt;br /&gt;howSweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Im coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;In birmingham they love the governor&lt;br /&gt;Now we all did what we could do&lt;br /&gt;Now watergate does not bother me&lt;br /&gt;Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Im coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;Here I come alabama&lt;br /&gt;Now muscle shoals has got the swampers&lt;br /&gt;And theyve been known to pick a song or two&lt;br /&gt;Lord they get me off so much&lt;br /&gt;They pick me up when Im feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Now how about you?&lt;br /&gt; Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Im coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet home baby&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;And the governors true&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lordy&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Im coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea montgomerys got the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY LYNYRD SKYNYRD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-5900780270381390338?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5900780270381390338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=5900780270381390338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5900780270381390338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5900780270381390338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='SWEET HOME ALABAMA'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-7653527926539873321</id><published>2007-07-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:18:21.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THEM BE LITTLE</title><content type='html'>I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;You felt so good in it; no bigger than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;How it amazes me you're changin' with every blink.&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a flower blooms, they grow up all too soon.&lt;br /&gt;So let them be little,'Cause they're only that way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Give 'em hope, give them praise,Give them love every day.&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,Let 'em sleep in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but let them be little. I never felt so much in one little tender touch.&lt;br /&gt;I live for those kisses, your prayers an' your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;An' now you're teachin' me how only a child can see.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while we're on our knees, all I ask is:&lt;br /&gt; Please, let them be little,'Cause they're only that way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Give them hope, give them praise,Give them love every day.&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,Let 'em sleep in the middle,Oh, but let them be little.&lt;br /&gt; The so innocent, precious soul:You turn around, an' it's time to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;So let them be little,'Cause they're only that way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Give them hope, give 'em praise,Give them love every day.&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,Let them sleep in the middle,Oh,&lt;br /&gt;but let them be little. Let them be little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY BILLY DEAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-7653527926539873321?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7653527926539873321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=7653527926539873321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7653527926539873321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7653527926539873321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-them-be-little.html' title='LET THEM BE LITTLE'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-5321563153721020140</id><published>2007-07-10T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:09:20.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE YOU DANCE</title><content type='html'>I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) (Where those years have gone) I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance I hope you dance I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY LEE ANN WOMACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-5321563153721020140?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/5321563153721020140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=5321563153721020140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5321563153721020140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/5321563153721020140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I HOPE YOU DANCE'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-7376519797455434995</id><published>2007-07-06T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:54:57.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE GREATEST</title><content type='html'>little boy in a base ball hat stands in the feild with his ball and bat player of them all puts his bat on his sholder and tosses up his ball and the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around the world so still you can hear the sound the baseball falls to the ground now the little boy doesn't say a word picks up his ball he is undeterd says i am the greatest there has ever been and he grits his teethand he trys it again and the ball goes up and the ball comes downswings his bat all the way aroundthe world so still you can hear the soundand the baseball falls to the ground he makes no excuseshe shows no fear he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers Little boy he adjusts his hat picks up his ball stares at his bat says i am the greatest the game is on the line and he gives his all one last time and the ball goes up the moon so bright swings his bat with all his might the world's is still still it can beand the baseball falls and that's strike three now it's supper time and his mama calls little boy starts home with his bat and ball says i am the greatest that is a fact but even i didn't know i could pitch like that says i am the greatest that is understood but even i didn't know i could pitch that good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY KENNY ROGERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-6583293058436902306</id><published>2007-07-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:58:33.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL</title><content type='html'>She was driving last Friday on her way to CincinnatiOn a snow white Christmas EveGoing home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseatFifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasolineIt would been a long hard yearShe had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attentionShe was going way to fastBefore she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glassShe saw both their lives flash before her eyesShe didn't even have time to cryShe was sooo scaredShe threw her hands up in the airJesus take the wheelTake it from my handsCause I can't do this all on my ownI'm letting goSo give me one more chanceTo save me from this road I'm onJesus take the wheelIt was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulderAnd the car came to a stopShe cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rockAnd for the first time in a long timeShe bowed her head to prayShe said I'm sorry for the wayI've been living my lifeI know I've got to changeSo from now on tonightJesus take the wheelTake it from my handsCause I can't do this all my ownI'm letting goSo give me one more chanceTo save me from this road I'm onOh, Jesus take the wheelOh, I'm letting goSo give me one more chanceSave me from this road I'm onFrom this road I'm onJesus take the wheelOh, take it, take it from meOh, why, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY CARRIE UNDERWOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-6583293058436902306?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-3097626358738297135</id><published>2007-06-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:10:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONESOME DOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a girl on a wagon train&lt;br /&gt;Haded west across the plains&lt;br /&gt;The train got lost in a summer storm&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't move west and they couldn't go home&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw him ridin' through the rain&lt;br /&gt;He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train&lt;br /&gt;And she looked down and her heart was gone&lt;br /&gt;The train went west but she stayed on&lt;br /&gt;In Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand&lt;br /&gt;A blooming rose in a bed of sand&lt;br /&gt;She loved the man who wore a star&lt;br /&gt;A Texas Ranger known near and far&lt;br /&gt;So they got married and they had a child&lt;br /&gt;But times were touch and the West was wild&lt;br /&gt;So it was no surprise the day she learned&lt;br /&gt;That her Texas man would not return&lt;br /&gt;To Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to back with the Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;A Christian woman in the devil's land&lt;br /&gt;She learned the language and she learned to fight&lt;br /&gt;But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched her boy grow into a man&lt;br /&gt;He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand&lt;br /&gt;He wore his star for all to see&lt;br /&gt;He was a Texas lawman legacy&lt;br /&gt;The one day word blew into town&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the men that shot his father down&lt;br /&gt;Had robbed a bank in Cherico&lt;br /&gt;The only thing 'tween them and Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Was Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows stretched across the land&lt;br /&gt;As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;And when the smoke had finally cleared the street&lt;br /&gt;The men lay at the ranger's feet&lt;br /&gt;But legend tells to this very day&lt;br /&gt;That shots were comin' from an alleyway&lt;br /&gt;Though no one knows who held the gun&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no doubt if you ask someone&lt;br /&gt;In Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;Back to back with the Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;A Christian woman in the devil's land&lt;br /&gt;She learned the language and she learned to fight&lt;br /&gt;But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY GARTH BROOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-3097626358738297135?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-457412727924596454</id><published>2007-06-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:57:42.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;Above your deep and dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;A giant star lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;And while you're lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;There shines an everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;For the King has left His throne&lt;br /&gt;And is sleeping in a manger tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;For God became a man&lt;br /&gt;And stepped into your world today&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;The Father gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;The Way, the Truth, the Life had come&lt;br /&gt;But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, you will go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;As we're sung to sleep by philosophies&lt;br /&gt;That save the trees and kill the children&lt;br /&gt;And while we're lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;For the Bridegroom has returned&lt;br /&gt;And has carried His bride away in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, what will we miss while we are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Will Jesus come again&lt;br /&gt;And leave us slumbering where we lay&lt;br /&gt;America, will we go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a nation with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;Will we be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Will we be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another sigh tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY CASTING CROWNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-457412727924596454?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/457412727924596454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-4644548513565049084</id><published>2007-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:44:03.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING BRIDGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yesterday she thanked me&lt;br /&gt;For oilin' that front door&lt;br /&gt;This morning when she wakes&lt;br /&gt;She won't be thankful anymore&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know how much I cared&lt;br /&gt;Just that I couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why I always run away&lt;br /&gt;Burning bridges one by one&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doin' can't be undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always hoping someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop this runnin' around&lt;br /&gt;But every time the chance comes up&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge goes down&lt;br /&gt;Last night we talked of old times&lt;br /&gt;Families and home towns&lt;br /&gt;Whe wondered if we'd both agree&lt;br /&gt;On where we'd settle down&lt;br /&gt;And I told her that we'd cross that bridge&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it arrived&lt;br /&gt;Now through the flames I see her&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Burning bridges one by one&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doin' can't be undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always hoping someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop this runnin' around&lt;br /&gt;But every time the chance comes up&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge goes down&lt;br /&gt;Like ashes on the water&lt;br /&gt;I drift away in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the day&lt;br /&gt;My lesson's finally learned&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing at a river&lt;br /&gt;Staring out across tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And the bridge I need to get there&lt;br /&gt;Will be a bridge that I have burned&lt;br /&gt;Burning bridges one by one&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doin' can't be undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always hoping someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop this runnin' around&lt;br /&gt;But every time the chance comes up&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge goes down&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge goes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY GARTH BROOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-4644548513565049084?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/4644548513565049084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=4644548513565049084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/4644548513565049084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Gonna tell you how much I love you, though you think you already know. I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm. You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born. Your beautiful baby from the outside in. Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again. Go on, take on this whole world. But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl. When you were in trouble that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone. Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown. Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I Love You!" in the moonlight at your door. As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy Love You More!". Your beautiful baby from the outside in. Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again. Go on, take on this whole world. But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl. Someday, some boy will come and ask me for your hand. But I won't say "yes" to him unless I know, he's the halfthat makes you whole, he has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man. I know he'll say that he's in love. But between you and me. He won't be good enough!Your beautiful baby from the outside in. Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again. Go on, take on this whole world. But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By; TIM McGraw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-7008607348261950043?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7008607348261950043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=7008607348261950043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7008607348261950043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7008607348261950043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-little-girl.html' title='My Little Girl'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-1870110440049509863</id><published>2007-05-22T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:46:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSIONS</title><content type='html'>1. ONE OF MY BIGGEST &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PASSIONS&lt;/span&gt; IS TO RIDE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HORSES&lt;/span&gt;. TO FELL THE WIND IN MY FACE, TO HEAR THE SOUND OF HOV ES ON THE GROUND AS YOU CANTER ALONG,TO BE ABLE TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RECOGNIZE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;GOD'S &lt;/span&gt;CERT ION IS SO GRATE AND &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MAGNIFICENT&lt;/span&gt; IT IS JUST UNEXPLAINABLE.&lt;br /&gt;2. ANOTHER BIG &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PASSION &lt;/span&gt;OF MI ON IS TO &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SWIM&lt;/span&gt; AND PLAY&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; SOFTBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHET IS &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; OF YOUR &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;PASSIONS&lt;/span&gt;? WHET DO YOU &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LIKE &lt;/span&gt;ABOUT &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-1870110440049509863?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/1870110440049509863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=1870110440049509863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/1870110440049509863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/1870110440049509863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/05/passions.html' title='PASSIONS'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-8173375093209878438</id><published>2007-05-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:51:13.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOVE ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above all powers,Above all kings,Above all nature,And all created things,Above all wisdom,And all the ways of man,You were here Before the world began.&lt;br /&gt;Above all kingdoms,Above all thrones,Above all wonders,The world has ever known,Above all wealth And treasures of the earth,There's no way to measure What You're worth,Crucified Laid behind the stone,You lived to die,Rejected and alone,Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me Above all,Crucified Laid behind the stone You lived to die,Rejected and alone,Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me Above all,Crucified Laid behind the stone,You lived to die,Rejected and alone,Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me Above all,Crucified Laid behind the stone You lived to die,Rejected and alone,Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me Above all.&lt;br /&gt;Crucified Laid behind the stone,You lived to die,Rejected and alone,Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me,Above all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the rose Trampled on the ground,You took the fall And thought of me,Above all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words &amp; Music Lenny LeBlanc &amp;amp; Paul BalocheArtist; Michael W. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-8173375093209878438?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8173375093209878438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=8173375093209878438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8173375093209878438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8173375093209878438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/05/above-all.html' title='ABOVE ALL'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-6355674546566149459</id><published>2007-05-11T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:56:46.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dogs&lt;/span&gt; exspesily &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Golden Retrievers&lt;/span&gt; i want to breed them someday and that someday may be soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-6355674546566149459?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/6355674546566149459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=6355674546566149459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/6355674546566149459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/6355674546566149459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/05/dogs.html' title='DOGS'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-8996183080654070359</id><published>2007-04-20T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:26:30.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>END TIMES</title><content type='html'>Ask yourself, where are you with God, the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;end times&lt;/span&gt; are near it could come any hour, any min. any sec. no one knows when God will call all the Cristian's up to heaven with him. The&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Raptor&lt;/span&gt; is not something you what to miss. do you know where you are going?, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; if you get left behind that means you where not a christian and you are on the road to&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; miss the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raptor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-8996183080654070359?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8996183080654070359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=8996183080654070359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8996183080654070359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8996183080654070359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-times.html' title='END TIMES'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-8013373692994157604</id><published>2007-04-20T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:27:27.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH FAIR</title><content type='html'>Each year around &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;APRIL 13-14&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NWWF&lt;/span&gt;(north west Washington fair) they have whet they call a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YOUTH FAIR.&lt;/span&gt; anyone can go, you do not need to be in a&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4-H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;group or in&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FFA.&lt;/span&gt; there is lots to do there you can take an animal you can share one, you can be a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;TEEN LEADER&lt;/span&gt; and much much more. This year I was a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TEEN LEADER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the Dog division and I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-8013373692994157604?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8013373692994157604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=8013373692994157604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8013373692994157604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8013373692994157604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/04/youth-fair.html' title='YOUTH FAIR'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-7024376848934188371</id><published>2007-04-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:24:59.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEEP</title><content type='html'>I believe  that God  choose  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sheep&lt;/span&gt;  to   tell the  world  and  everyone  in  it about his righteousness, he uses sheep to tall us that we are the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; sheep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of his pasture. so we need to obey him and his word(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-7024376848934188371?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7024376848934188371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=7024376848934188371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7024376848934188371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7024376848934188371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/04/sheep.html' title='SHEEP'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-7883316607102979328</id><published>2007-04-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:42:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN and HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is there such a place wear the sun shines all the time? is there such a place were there is no more tears will be shed, is there such a place wear we will see and be with loved ones again. YES there is, it is called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and there IS a place with a lake of fire were we will be separated&lt;/span&gt; from GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for all eternity it is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only way to get through the gates of heaven is to give your life to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SAVIOUR&lt;/span&gt; but if you don't yield you life to Christ before he comes back for us you will go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; and Jesus doesn't want us to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; Christ died on the cross for our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SIN&lt;/span&gt;, he loves us and wants us to be with him in Paradise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-7883316607102979328?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/7883316607102979328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=7883316607102979328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7883316607102979328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/7883316607102979328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/04/heaven-and-hell.html' title='HEAVEN and HELL'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663916532548609545.post-8444780446771763561</id><published>2007-04-10T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:35:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFTBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Softball&lt;/span&gt; is so much fun and i am glad that GOD gave me the ability to play on a team for the church.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot this year about how to catch the ball and not be afraid of the ball,I have played a lot with my Friends Janel and her brother Trevor.They have tough me a lot also about how to have FUN while playing &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Softball.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;June 4&lt;/span&gt;-we lost to Christ The King &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(16-1)&lt;/span&gt; it was a bad game and on top of it we had a cracked bat,but we had fun,that is the most important part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JULY 9&lt;/span&gt;- We lost again by&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (16-13)&lt;/span&gt; , but we played a great game.Wes, Trevor, Janel, Daniel, Mom, and specially Kyle and Alan all had good hits. Alan usually plays on the men's team. I got home and had some good hits but not as good as everyone else. I also need to work on my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christlike spirit&lt;/span&gt; i have a hard time just having &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FUN &lt;/span&gt;and not being so&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; COMPETITIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663916532548609545-8444780446771763561?l=mandyjmoore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/feeds/8444780446771763561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663916532548609545&amp;postID=8444780446771763561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8444780446771763561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663916532548609545/posts/default/8444780446771763561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyjmoore.blogspot.com/2007/04/softball.html' title='SOFTBALL'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190913886786607860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
