<?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-3653527</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:38.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>string of pearls</title><subtitle type='html'>Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-92369438</id><published>2003-04-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T09:47:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Real Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The joy of my life isn't the realization that "I have Jesus", &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;but that "Jesus has me!" &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-92369438?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/92369438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/92369438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92369438' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-92225889</id><published>2003-04-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:29:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriage Power  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Intimacy is a powerful drive. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Society uses it to sell movies,  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cigarettes and cars. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-92225889?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/92225889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/92225889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92225889' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91904802</id><published>2003-04-03T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T01:58:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is Time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everybody knows what time is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But there is a moment when you first encounter the paradoxes behind the understanding of time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Could time end or must it go on forever?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We all know that clocks measure time. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I take any two real clocks, synchronise them, and let them run, after some time, they will always disagree about what time it is. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So which of them measures the real time? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Is there a single, absolute time which is the true time of the world? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What do we mean when we say that some particular clock runs slow or fast? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What could it mean to say that something like an absolute time exists if it can never be precisely measured? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If everything stopped, would time continue?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Perhaps there is no single absolute time. In that case, time is only what clocks measure.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, the  many clocks disagree at some time, there are many times. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The quantum of time is defined relative to whichever clock we choose to use. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This raises the problem of choosing which clock to use.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Which clock do you use?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91904802?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91904802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91904802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91904802' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91484722</id><published>2003-03-27T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:42:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ö&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91484722?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91484722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91484722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91484722' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91483742</id><published>2003-03-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:26:03.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Bait for the Audience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you want to capture the attention of an uninterested group of people,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tie your message to one of three attention-getters: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;things they value;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;things that are unique;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and things that threaten them. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91483742?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91483742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91483742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91483742' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91464631</id><published>2003-03-26T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:44:15.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mastering Fear  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Roller coasters and horror movies... people pay good money to be scared. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Find out how to harness the energy of "fear" for positive purposes. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91464631?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91464631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91464631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91464631' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91415625</id><published>2003-03-26T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T07:31:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How often did I fantasize, kissing you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Soft like rose petals?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sweet like honey?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Or something deeper, passionate, elemental, like a storm?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Would I be disappointed because the reality doesn´t match my fantasy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Or would I pray that you would never let me go?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reality was more amazing, like dynamite.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was left like a young butterfly that had the first encounter with a flower. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91415625?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91415625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91415625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91415625' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91111959</id><published>2003-03-20T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T23:58:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Life Message &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;God has put a life message within you.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your life message consists of:  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your testimony: the story of how you began a relationship with Jesus Christ. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your life lessons: the most important lessons God has taught you.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your godly passions: the issues God shaped you care about most.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The Good News: the message of salvation. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What is your life message?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91111959?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91111959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91111959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91111959' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91047298</id><published>2003-03-20T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T00:21:44.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say It Out Loud  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Articulate your beliefs out loud.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It bridges the gap between lofty notions of the soul and the world of reality. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like this you'll find out if you really believe what you say. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91047298?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91047298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91047298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91047298' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-91018585</id><published>2003-03-19T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T00:22:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handling Social Pressure  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do you spend your life trying to impress others?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because even if you convince others that you're great,  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;have you convinced yourself?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-91018585?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91018585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/91018585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91018585' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-90583817</id><published>2003-03-12T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T05:06:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 35!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;3+5=8&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;8 is the number specially associated with resurrection and regeneration, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the beginning of a new era or order. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Abraham had 7 sons after the flesh and the 8th son was by promise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In Ezekiel´s temple, 7 steps led into the outer court, the 8th led from the outer court into the inner.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When the whole earth was covered with the flood, it was Noah "the 8th person" (2 Peter 2:5) who stepped out on to a new earth to commence a new order of things. "8 souls" (1 Peter 3:20) passed through it with him to the new or regenerated world. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hence, too, circumcision was to be performed on the 8th day (Gen 17:12), because it was the foreshadowing of the true circumcision of the heart, that which was to be "made without hands," even "the putting off of the body of the sins of the flesh by the circumcision of Christ" (Col 2:11). This is connected with the new creation. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Resurrection is the great truth which is signified. Christ rose from the dead on "the first day of the week," that was of necessity the 8th day. And it is remarkable that the Bible contains the record of 8 individual resurrections.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-90583817?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90583817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90583817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90583817' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-90507727</id><published>2003-03-10T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T22:47:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fascination With Living  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Children live in a natural state of awe.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To reclaim that energy, identify what fascinates you the most about life.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Set goals for living and pursue them with relentless fascination. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-90507727?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90507727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90507727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90507727' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-90232539</id><published>2003-03-06T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T03:37:55.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen Effectively  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When the media hits you with another message,  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;don’t take the idea for granted. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Listen for the message behind the message.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Analyze and question. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-90232539?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90232539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90232539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90232539' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-90167266</id><published>2003-03-05T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T01:32:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Criticism  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Criticism is usually seen as a personal attack.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But think of what an Olympic athlete willingly endures from coaches!  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To reach your potential, seek constructive criticism. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-90167266?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90167266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90167266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90167266' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-90107876</id><published>2003-03-04T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T04:06:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; Motivation &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The secret to motivation is: "Just do it".  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do it whether you feel like it or not.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Act first and create the motivation.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-90107876?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90107876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/90107876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90107876' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-89898743</id><published>2003-02-28T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T05:12:19.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-89898743?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89898743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89898743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89898743' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-89891396</id><published>2003-02-28T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T00:48:43.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Goal&lt;/b&gt;	  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Your own ambitions are your biggest distractions  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; from following your life mission.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The number one reason people don't find their mission is, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; they are not willing to give up their own plans. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-89891396?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89891396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89891396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89891396' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-89766390</id><published>2003-02-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T00:58:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humility &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  Humility is not thinking less of yourself;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; it is thinking of yourself less.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  Humility is thinking more of others. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-89766390?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89766390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89766390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89766390' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-89698043</id><published>2003-02-24T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T23:04:47.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is a roller coaster.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You can look at it and be afraid,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; or you can ride it and enjoy it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You´ve got the choice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-89698043?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89698043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89698043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89698043' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-89440521</id><published>2003-02-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T08:47:56.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;About Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Lord is not just trying to change you - He is trying to kill you!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One of the primary ways that He has chosen to accomplish this is marriage. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your marriage can be heaven on earth if you will just die, renouncing your self-life.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It will be hell if you seek to save your self-life in your marriage, and it will not likely survive long under&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the modern pressures and stresses that come along anyway.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Submission is in many ways one of the greatest demonstrations of faith. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, be faithful and enjoy it!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-89440521?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89440521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/89440521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89440521' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88906447</id><published>2003-02-11T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T03:45:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Friend,  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you ever need me,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you know,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I’m here for you.   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you ever need to just talk,  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you know,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I will listen.   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you ever are discouraged, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you know,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  I’m here to cheer you up. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you ever need   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;to know that someone prays for you,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you know,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you ever need someone  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; to tell you  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;how much you’re loved,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I hope you know, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I'm always here to tell you that.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you ever need someone  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;to just be a friend,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you know,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I will always be.   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88906447?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88906447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88906447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88906447' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88654147</id><published>2003-02-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T08:29:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;When God is silent, he's often saying 'Use your brain!' &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88654147?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88654147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88654147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88654147' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88595880</id><published>2003-02-05T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T08:29:53.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speak Your Vision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A lot of people have dreams and great vision. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But you'll never see your vision become a reality &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;unless you can communicate it to others. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Compare it to something that everybody already relates to. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"The kingdom of God is like..." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Symbolism reaches people on an emotional level &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;rather than on an intellectual level.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88595880?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88595880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88595880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88595880' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88527616</id><published>2003-02-04T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T04:29:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professional&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We Christians are being killed   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; by the professionalizing of the Christian ministry. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Professionalism has nothing to do with the essence and heart of Christianity.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The more professional we long to be,  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the more spiritual death we will leave in our wake.   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For there is no professional childlikeness,   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  there is no professional tenderheartedness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There is no professional panting after God.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88527616?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88527616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88527616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88527616' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88468116</id><published>2003-02-03T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T04:16:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 Ways to Enhance Your Day  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look around outside before going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax and enjoy your meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a quiet place to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise yourself and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Develop positive relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See your mistakes as stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep track of your own moods so you can watch out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say No without feeling guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay attention to health, diet and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep from comparing yourself to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love.&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88468116?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88468116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88468116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88468116' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88320275</id><published>2003-01-31T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T02:54:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Design&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There are relatively few atheists&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;among neurologists and brain surgeons and among astrophysicists.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  The reason seems obvious:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;   the first study divine design, the second study human undesign.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peter Kreeft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88320275?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88320275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88320275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88320275' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-88254747</id><published>2003-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T22:50:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greece January 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Whatever it was that happened&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for me, to me, within me;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it´s deep, soft, light, yet sometimes unbearable.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You invade my life like the sun the night.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A vein cutting experience in a thousand silences.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is finished but it is not the end.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All true happiness is a foretaste of eternity.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A poem is condensed beauty in letters.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The big things in life are the little things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A quality of life is that things don´t loose their beauty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;God didn´t create us for routine but for adventure.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to understand life with my own senses.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-88254747?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88254747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/88254747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88254747' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-87213524</id><published>2003-01-10T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T03:35:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love them &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Before you start loving your enemies, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;start treating your friends better. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-87213524?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87213524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87213524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87213524' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-87182416</id><published>2003-01-09T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T13:08:14.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grammar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In the realm of feelings,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;who pays any attention &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;to the syntax of things,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;will never wholly kiss me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wholly being a fool,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;while Spring is in the world.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is not a paragraph,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;death is not a sentence.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-87182416?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87182416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87182416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87182416' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-87046530</id><published>2003-01-06T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T21:59:21.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  &lt;b&gt; YOU&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When you get to heaven God won't ask you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;why you weren't more like Billy Graham.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He may ask you why you weren't more like you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Get in touch with who you are.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Live your own unique style.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Be yourself and let God work through you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-87046530?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87046530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87046530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87046530' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-87015320</id><published>2003-01-06T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T09:59:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Welcome 2003 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  And he that sat upon the throne said, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  Behold, I make all things new.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  And he said unto me,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;  Write: for these words are true and faithful. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revelation 21:5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-87015320?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87015320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/87015320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87015320' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86586378</id><published>2002-12-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T05:39:02.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Real Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for thy love is better than wine. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Set me as a seal upon thine heart,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as a seal upon thine arm: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for love is as strong as death,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;jealousy is cruel as the grave: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the coals thereof are coals of fire,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;which hath a most vehement flame.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Many waters cannot quench love; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;neither can the floods drown it: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it would utterly be contemned.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Song of Solomon 1:2; 8:6-7.14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86586378?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86586378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86586378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86586378' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86549568</id><published>2002-12-26T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T07:07:14.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poor Richard's Almanack, 1743 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many observe Christ's Birth-day! How few, his Precepts! &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;O! 'tis easier to keep Holidays than Commandments.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86549568?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86549568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86549568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86549568' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86431914</id><published>2002-12-23T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T03:54:51.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;More or Less&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fear less, hope more;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;whine less, breathe more;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;talk less, say more;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hate less, love more.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86431914?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86431914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86431914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86431914' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86395297</id><published>2002-12-22T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T10:38:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Strength&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; And the day came when the risk [it took] to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. &lt;i&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I'm overwhelmed by the strength of my body and the power of my mind. For one moment, just one second, I felt immortal. &lt;i&gt;Diana Nyad, long-distance swimmer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; He who overcomes others has force; he who overcomes himself is strong. &lt;i&gt;Lao-tzu, Chinese philosopher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination... &lt;i&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Joy is prayer — Joy is strength — Joy is love — Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. &lt;i&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Whatever you fear most has no power - it is your fear that has the power. &lt;i&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86395297?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86395297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86395297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86395297' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86327286</id><published>2002-12-20T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T10:09:57.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promotion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My work will never be enough to save me. I need Jesus, and I need Jesus' work on the cross. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sabbath at it's deepest level is trusting in the completed work of the cross.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86327286?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86327286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86327286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86327286' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86258470</id><published>2002-12-18T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T22:47:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Warrior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wolfhut.org/~warrior/images/guard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Arms Master (Pragmatic and Stout).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am a Guard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; You are a true, versatile guard. You have a defensive nature, that is, you are good at instilling a sense of security in the places around you. A strong presence weakens any possible threats around you, and a swift, practical approach to the problems that crop up puts them down before they can get out of hand. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wolfhut.org/cgi-bin/warrior-test.cgi"&gt;What kind of Warrior are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wolfhut.org/~warrior/images/hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Champion (Self-Righteous and Confident).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am a Hero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; You are true heroic material. You find great motivation in the things you love, and great inspiration in your sense of self-confidence, and your excellence. Once you get your mind set on a goal, you are nearly unstoppable, and given enough time, you will meet it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wolfhut.org/cgi-bin/warrior-test.cgi"&gt;What kind of Warrior are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86258470?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86258470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86258470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86258470' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86232958</id><published>2002-12-18T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T11:59:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live Free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To live free, one must recognize the manipulations, habits, patterns and traditions that keep us from seeking our fundamental goals in life. It is easy to blame others for unhappiness and stagnation, but it´s not the ultimate answer. Each one is unique, biased by genetics and life experiences, and especially the blind acceptance of certain doctrines to which we bow down. By learning how our minds work and consciously changing those behaviours and habits that prevent us from reaching our goals, we can begin to understand what freedom really is. Conquer yourself first and make choices. Take control and act. Seek joy, create value and live free to break the chains that bind you. That´s what Jesus died for.&lt;/p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86232958?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86232958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86232958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86232958' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86169049</id><published>2002-12-17T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T09:37:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Power Of Love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The power of love can make a blind man see, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;can bring a man to his knees. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The power of love can make a gangster cry, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;can make a loser try. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The power of love can make a strong man weak, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;can make a rock shriek. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The power of love can make a dead man live, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;can make a coward brave. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The power of love can make the silence sing, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;can make me swing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86169049?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86169049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86169049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86169049' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-86107576</id><published>2002-12-16T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T05:21:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Many?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many  links do you need to follow to find out that you are a link yourself?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many  works of art will you admire to realize that you are a work of art yourself?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many hugs do you need to grasp that you are loved?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many loves do you need to feel whole again?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many words do you need to say what you really want to say?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many questions do you need to be asked until you say what you really like?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many doors do you need to open to finally go through one?    &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many  attempts do you need to make to find out that you can just do it?  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many times do you count your heart beat to discover who it beats for?   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many  years must a night last before you wake up? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How many drugs are enough before you realize that you can  love?   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And how many lives do you need to start living?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-86107576?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86107576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/86107576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86107576' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85937061</id><published>2002-12-13T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T00:47:53.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"By this shall all men know..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To be loved is to know happiness and contentment.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To give love is to know the joy of sharing oneself.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is through the miracle of love that you discover the fullness of life.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A common search for the good and the beautiful,&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;having the capacity to forgive and forget,&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85937061?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85937061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85937061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85937061' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85884384</id><published>2002-12-12T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T12:03:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything I need to know about life, I learned from Noah's Ark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;One:&lt;/u&gt;  Don't miss the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;u&gt;Two:&lt;/u&gt;  Remember that we are all in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three:&lt;/u&gt;  Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Four:&lt;/u&gt;  Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;u&gt;Five:&lt;/u&gt;  Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Six:&lt;/u&gt;  Build your future on high ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven:&lt;/u&gt;  For safety's sake, travel in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eight:&lt;/u&gt;  Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nine:&lt;/u&gt;  When you're stressed, float a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten:&lt;/u&gt;  Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eleven:&lt;/u&gt;  No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85884384?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85884384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85884384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85884384' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85850540</id><published>2002-12-11T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T11:01:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake Up Call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't wait for some distant day to come,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it may be too late before you've even begun.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not everyone will agree with all you decide.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Be true to yourself first and foremost.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The only important thing in life is what you do&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with the time you spend here on earth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't be afraid to follow your desires,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;they are not silly nor selfish.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take the time and do what makes you feel alive.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Leave your fears and regrets in the past,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for this is where they belong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't cloud today with things that can't be undone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You have no more control over yesterday or tomorrow,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;than you do over the raging of your passions.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do not quiet these dreams nor quench your desires.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you do, your journey is ended.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You have only today to begin anew and follow your dreams.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For in the end all we have are our memories.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When the twilight comes to us, let there be,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;no excuses, no explanations, no regrets! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85850540?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85850540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85850540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85850540' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85778957</id><published>2002-12-10T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T04:35:21.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The best things in life aren't things.  &lt;i&gt;Art Buchwald&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.  &lt;i&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Time is nature's way of making certain that everything doesn't happen all at once.  &lt;i&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; When fate hands us a lemon, let's make a lemonade.  &lt;i&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life. &lt;i&gt;Confucius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When everything else fails follow the instructions.  &lt;i&gt;Allen's axiom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.  &lt;i&gt;Paul Valery &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Information is the gunpowder of the mind.  &lt;i&gt;Neil Postman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.  &lt;i&gt;Jorge Luis Borges &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If information is power, why are the powerful so ill informed?  &lt;i&gt;Arthur Curley &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To know and not to do is not to know. &lt;i&gt;Chinese Proverb &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Books are weapons in the war of ideas.  &lt;i&gt;American Library Association &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To tell the truth is revolutionary.  &lt;i&gt;Antonio Gramsci &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There are still places where people think the function of the media is to provide information. &lt;i&gt;Dan Rottenberg &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A book is a garden carried in the pocket. &lt;i&gt;Chinese proverb &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;From error to error one discovers the entire truth.  &lt;i&gt;Sigmund Freud &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There is only one kind of internet filter that works - conscience.  &lt;i&gt;Marta Terry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it's time to pause and reflect.  &lt;i&gt;Mark Twain &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's still about people.  &lt;i&gt;Andrea &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Learn to see, listen, and think for yourself.  &lt;i&gt;Malcolm X&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.  &lt;i&gt;Beatrice Hall  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ye shall know the truth, And the truth shall make you angry!  &lt;i&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The first casualty of war is truth.  &lt;i&gt;Rudyard Kipling &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and then don't say it. &lt;i&gt;Sam Levenson  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I went on a diet, swore off drinking and heavy eating, and In fourteen days I had lost exactly two weeks. &lt;i&gt;Joe E. Lewis &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have enough money to last me the rest of my life unless I buy something.  &lt;i&gt;Jackie Mason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.   &lt;i&gt;Woody Allen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85778957?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85778957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85778957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85778957' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85744063</id><published>2002-12-09T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T12:54:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Una Experiencia - Aleluya &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Esta noche que viene fría y sola,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;un aire de éxtasis en la ventana,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;para vestirme de fiesta y ceremonia.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cada vez que estoy contigo,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;yo descubro el infinito,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tiembla el suelo,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;la noche se ilumina,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;el silencio se vuelve melodía.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cada vez que estoy contigo,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ya no hay sombra ni peligro.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Necesito la música de tu alegría.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85744063?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85744063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85744063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85744063' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85720857</id><published>2002-12-09T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T02:21:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just Breathe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just breathe because life is a dance, you learn as you go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't worry about what you don't know, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cause life is a dance you learn as you go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85720857?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85720857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85720857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85720857' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85580724</id><published>2002-12-05T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T22:55:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; The Bible in 50 Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;God made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam bit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noah arked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham split &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph ruled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob fooled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bush talked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moses balked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pharaoh plagued &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People walked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sea divided &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tablets guided &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promise landed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saul freaked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;David peeked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prophets warned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ born &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus walked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love talked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anger crucified &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope died &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love rose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirit flamed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Word spread &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God remained... &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85580724?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85580724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85580724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85580724' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85553618</id><published>2002-12-05T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T12:17:57.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wondering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I´ve often wondered how someone could put a critique of music into words.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I've also wondered why there was no musical commentary on writing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85553618?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85553618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85553618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85553618' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85531779</id><published>2002-12-05T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T04:11:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Survival Kit For Every Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Toothpick&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to pick out the good qualities in others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rubber band&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to be flexible, it might not always go the way you want, but it will work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Band Aid&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to heal hurt feelings, yours or someone else's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pencil&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to list your blessing everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eraser&lt;/u&gt; to remind you that everyone makes mistakes, and it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chewing gum&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to stick with it and you can accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mint&lt;/u&gt; to remind you that you are worth a mint to your family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Candy Kiss&lt;/u&gt; to remind you that everyone needs a kiss or a hug everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tea Bag&lt;/u&gt; to remind you to relax daily and go over that list of your blessings. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85531779?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85531779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85531779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85531779' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85476419</id><published>2002-12-04T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T08:23:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tough Times? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I resisting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the lesson here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have I been here before? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I losing energy to this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I holding on to something I need to let go of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I in the present? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do I need to do now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who's in control here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my responsibility here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I at peace with this? &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85476419?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85476419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85476419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85476419' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85423538</id><published>2002-12-03T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T03:09:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;phrases@work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How about never, is never good for you? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like you. You remind me of when I was young and inexperienced.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have plenty of talent and vision, I just don't brag with it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I throw a stick, will you leave? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Can I trade this job for what's behind the door #1? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nice perfume, must you marinate in it? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Too many freaks, not enough circuses. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85423538?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85423538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85423538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85423538' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85374445</id><published>2002-12-02T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T05:11:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just do it!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Work as if you didn´t need money.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love as if you were never hurt.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dance as if nobody is watching.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sing as if nobody is listening.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Live as if you were in paradise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85374445?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85374445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85374445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85374445' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85249602</id><published>2002-11-29T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T03:27:59.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.down-to-earth.de/mad/zeichen/CheckpointCrazy2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.down-to-earth.de"&gt;Down to Earth - Inspiration for Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85249602?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85249602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85249602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85249602' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85244912</id><published>2002-11-28T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:51:07.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It´s good to know the book.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But knowing the book is not the goal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our goal is to know the Lord of the book.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Relationships are more important than accomplishments.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Divisions in the body of Christ are not due to fault in the Bible, but our misuse of it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85244912?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85244912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85244912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85244912' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85199781</id><published>2002-11-27T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T23:06:02.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Having you to believe in, and having you to believe in me,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;has made it easier, to trust and believe in myself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My relationship with you has opened up a whole new world to me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;that is filled with growth and change and self discovery.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I’ve learned so much about myself, with you to show the way,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you have made me realize how good it feels to be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85199781?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85199781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85199781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85199781' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-85181219</id><published>2002-11-27T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T14:03:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My daddy never helped me with physics, maths or geography.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He never showed me right from wrong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Or taught me things little girls need to know. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Out of nowhere there is a bridge, bringing father and daughter together.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now, love transcends all time, little girls change and grow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It matters not what I never had, since my daddy loves me now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-85181219?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85181219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/85181219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85181219' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84972343</id><published>2002-11-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T08:34:53.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Precious velvet petals are wrapped around my heart,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I feel the peace invading me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The air is scented with your inner beauty. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love's journey has started.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A gentle soft embrace of beauty's glowing peace.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Calm enters quietly as heart and soul release.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think of the sky so soft and bright,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;sun that feels so warm, clouds just sitting in the air.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84972343?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84972343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84972343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84972343' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84873291</id><published>2002-11-21T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T07:37:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;God is looking for people who will let Him be God.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84873291?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84873291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84873291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84873291' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84866282</id><published>2002-11-21T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T04:31:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Set Free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The iron cage of my soul melted,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by the touch of your heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bright blue sky, sunshine, and joy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;replaces darkness and thunder, rain and sadness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A heart is only as strong as the love it holds,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as kind as the love it sees.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84866282?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84866282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84866282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84866282' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84753864</id><published>2002-11-19T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T01:00:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quo vadis?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In order to hear your calling and answer it,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you must generously give yourself the gift of time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's not how fast you make your dream come true, but how steadily you pursue it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is a journey, where do you wish to go?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Explore and uncover what you seek.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dare to journey and discover, let your imagination roam freely. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What is it that you enjoy doing that if you weren't paid you would still find yourself committed to it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Open your eyes and write it down. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84753864?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84753864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84753864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84753864' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84704983</id><published>2002-11-18T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T07:54:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stepping Stones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Each sorrow is a stepping stone&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;to be overcome each day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Every stepping stone you climb,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;makes spirit and heart grow strong;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;is a sorrow that lies behind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Exercising character and faith,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this road seems painful and long.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know that you are tired,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for I too have walked this way.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I left my rock and my story to lift you up,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;to give you strength to make your climb,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;towards that special place in glory.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84704983?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84704983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84704983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84704983' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84698688</id><published>2002-11-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T02:36:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"String of Pearls" in the sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phy.mtu.edu/apod/image/stringofpearls.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84698688?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84698688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84698688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84698688' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84617696</id><published>2002-11-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T03:22:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Powerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What Satan fears most is a child of God on it´s knees; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;not vast marching armies with great weaponry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84617696?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84617696' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84565105</id><published>2002-11-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T22:30:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace Be Unto You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Until you make peace with who you are,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you'll never be content with what you do or what you have.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Besides the noble art of getting things done,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;there is a nobler art of leaving things undone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of nonessentials.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84565105?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84565105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84565105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84565105' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84515838</id><published>2002-11-14T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T00:03:37.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do you know where your music is?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Relax into the present moment.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Daydream about yourself living the life you were meant to live. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What's in a dream?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nothing if the dream is not in you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You find it easier to look within others, while the answers lie within you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What makes your heart sing?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Visualize it so clear and so precise that you could feel it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dreams give birth to change as your heart begins singing new songs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84515838?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84515838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84515838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84515838' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84463032</id><published>2002-11-13T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T00:34:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Develop interest in life as you see it; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;in nature, people, things, literature, music.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The world is so rich with treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. &lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84463032?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84463032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84463032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84463032' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84459982</id><published>2002-11-12T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T22:44:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason in Season&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They are there for the reason that you need them to be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When people come into your life for a season,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it is because the time has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They may bring you an experience of peace, joy or even fulfillment and understanding.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They may teach you something you have never experienced.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;These things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love that person, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know why you are in my life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I love you for that very reason.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84459982?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84459982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84459982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84459982' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84409604</id><published>2002-11-12T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T01:28:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Glimpse of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If being with you is as fascinating as&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the fire in your eyes,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the smile on your face,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the beauty of your heart,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;then words about love lose their meaning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84409604?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84409604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84409604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84409604' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84408185</id><published>2002-11-12T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T00:28:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to see the sun shine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to open the window, let the sun touch my skin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to run, try to catch its rays.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to  put on my sun glasses, go out, for a coffee, with my friend.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to smell the ocean, mingling with the smoke of cigarettes from afar.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to let you experience the abundance of my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to ride on a beam of light with you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84408185?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84408185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84408185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84408185' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84354642</id><published>2002-11-11T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T01:29:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great Commission &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Be ye fishers of men -- you catch them and He'll clean them. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84354642?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84354642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84354642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84354642' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84350287</id><published>2002-11-10T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T01:22:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rejoice!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never give the devil a ride -- he will always want to drive. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.  (Prov 15:13)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast. (Prov 15:15)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. (Prov 17:22)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, rejoice. (Phil 4:4)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;lol the christian way:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heavenlyhumor.com/"&gt;heavenly humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.botcw.com/thom/index.htm"&gt;church of the covered dish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answersingenesis.org/AfterEden/AE_Pages/AE_TOC.asp"&gt;after eden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidestream.com/"&gt;sidestream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackpew.com/"&gt;the back pew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesundayfunnies.com/funevans.html/"&gt;reverend evans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; atheism is a non-prophet organization&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84350287?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84350287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84350287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84350287' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84238569</id><published>2002-11-08T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T09:25:55.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because the greatest revelations of His purpose came&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;at His birth, and also at His death on the cross.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84238569?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84238569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84238569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84238569' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84215871</id><published>2002-11-08T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T00:37:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Full Gospel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Having God's forgiveness is wonderful. Spending eternity with God is great.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But for now, where is the abundant life Jesus promised?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why is the Christian life such a struggle?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because getting forgiven is only half of the gospel!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The rest of the Gospel is not us striving on our own to be "good" Christians,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;but Christ in us, living His life through us as we rest in Him. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84215871?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84215871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84215871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84215871' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84164363</id><published>2002-11-07T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T02:13:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love The Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with your HEART ~ by loving Him more than any relationship, activity, achievement or possession &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with your SOUL ~ by recognizing that our strengths, talents, and sexuality are from God, to be used for pleasure and fulfillment according to His rules, not ours&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with your MIND ~ by seeking to know Him and His Word, so His principles and values form the foundation of all we think and do &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with your FINANCES ~ by deciding that all of the resources we have ultimately come from God, and that we are to be managers of them and not owners &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84164363?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84164363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84164363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84164363' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84106343</id><published>2002-11-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T00:09:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Next Step&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;For a map to be useful I must first find my destination on it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I must locate where I am presently,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;then I can decide the best way to get there.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I need to know who I am, where I am going and why.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uncompromising devotion to truth and integrity,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;driven by my love for God and His people.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I prepare for my journey with strategy and vision - not an escape mentality.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;May love, joy, peace, courage, endurance &amp; wisdom accompany me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84106343?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84106343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84106343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84106343' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-84048051</id><published>2002-11-04T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T23:20:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Run The Run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is to run&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Run for fun&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Live the life you imagined&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Face your fears, live your dreams&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The road is a battlefield&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Live with radiance, creativity and passion&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Embrace life, the Lord and nature - run free!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It doesn't matter where you are but the direction you are going &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Commitment isn't the time you spend, it's a line you cross&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's not how good you are, it's how bad you want it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nothing is more painful than regret&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Winners never quit and quitters never win&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everyday and every way getting better &amp; better&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's not that life's too short, it's just that you're dead for so long&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Be alive or step aside&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s all in the attitude&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You can tell a man's fears by looking into his eyes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Are you afraid to die? Or just afraid to live?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fear, just another 4 letter word&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don’t postpone joy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No person has the right to rain on your dreams&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The best things in life are not things&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lead, follow or get out of the way&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s nice to be nice&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Powerful body, strong spirit&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The journey is the destination&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Start with your head, finish with your heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dream of high goals and live by exceeding them&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You miss 100% of the chances you don't take&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Winners do what losers didn't&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It´s not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Saved by grace&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don’t go through life, grow through life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Run for your life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One step at a time&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He who dares wins&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We take these risks not to escape life...but to stop life from escaping us&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Run with a friend &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Enjoy life while your alive&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everybody who lives dies, but not everyone that dies has lived &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The adversary can smell fear, sense a coward, and prey on the weak!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never stop running&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is good&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pain is part of the game but temporary, pride lasts &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Those who know, can't explain; those who don't, cannot understand &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Inspire through example&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your work: 1% inspiration + 99% perspiration&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can do it, therefore I will do it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sprint like a champion and take it to the limit!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Develop your life &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Loyalty, love &amp; friendship&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Strength is a matter of the made-up mind&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Give the gift of life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love to walk&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;God, carry me to the finish line.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-84048051?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84048051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/84048051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84048051' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83995357</id><published>2002-11-04T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T00:41:03.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gold In The Desert Sands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like gold in the desert sands.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;His music, rushing over my soul like a warm sweet wind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Each flattering note means some perfection of His love to me,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;finding its way through my ears, straight into my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The vibration floats over the strings of my heart,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;awakening songs of love and gratitude undying. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I  regain my crown, a gem of flame.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;New splendor blazes upon my name.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is like the sunlight, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;so strong and pure and warm.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like gold in the desert sands.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83995357?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83995357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83995357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83995357' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83825097</id><published>2002-10-31T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T06:42:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Greatest Of All?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There is a risk involved in everything.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Every time you share a thought,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;every time you show a smile,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you are opening yourself up to hurt.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some people avoid the risks closeness brings,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;turning away from those who genuinely love them.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It strikes the strongest of minds,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and brings them to their knees in one blow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It may scar your heart and soul,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and leave you only memories,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and feel like there is  no need for tomorrow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, love is worth the risk,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;for in life, love is the only way. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83825097?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83825097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83825097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83825097' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83814961</id><published>2002-10-31T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T06:08:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Truth and Error&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and error is often related to doctrinal truth and error. But walking in truth requires more than that - to love the truth. There is a big difference between having the truth and loving it. Truth is not a feeling, it´s a person - Jesus Christ. Truth will set us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83814961?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83814961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83814961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83814961' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83812621</id><published>2002-10-30T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T23:02:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seasons In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beautiful leaves of many colours are falling,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;all things seem to pass away.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dark, cold, black &amp; white.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Focusing on what I don´t see.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Everything is awakening and blossoming,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hope and joy arise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your love touches me, warms my inner being,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;love and praise fill my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83812621?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83812621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83812621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83812621' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83758156</id><published>2002-10-29T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T22:36:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Is In The Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Deep still night surrounds me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My heart cries, longing for a gentle touch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A storm rages within me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Am I strong enough to believe in this race?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What is yesterday, what is today?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The garden of life or the pit of dismay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Catching the wind with a golden lasso from my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not to capture, but to remain free, to become a part. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I allow the music to guide and fill my soul, gently enveloping me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So many emotions blowing through the dark and flooded cave,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;passes through me in waves.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When will the storm subside and be calm once again?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I grip firmly to the rock of my heart and soul,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;thoughts and feelings run wild, the wild wind blows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The sweet fragrance of love fills the air,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;love songs echo in the wind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I listen carefully, let my tender heart hear.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The flowers of the heart overflow in abundance.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Their essence transcends, are the catalysts on the breeze,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;that carry the aromas of all the blossoms.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A slow, deep breath cannot contain and hold the sweet savour of love's floral perfume.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83758156?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83758156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83758156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83758156' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83707671</id><published>2002-10-29T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T00:20:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opening The Eyes Of My Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I take a bath, I just need to relax. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The warmth of the water, the music. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My mind is empty, heaviness gone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not troubles in the bubbles.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I retreat to a world that's different.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sinking in deeper, I escape, thoughts of you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A short trip it is and now I've arrived. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Realizing that I am alive, not being lived.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dripping wet I hear your voice from afar.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Is it the truth or the dream that hurts?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I´ve got you" - one way or another.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Swim with me in the bath of live.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Purple  water gently drowns my skin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;An attempt to change a piece of a dream world into a reality is love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love conquers all - time, space, no space. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love is something eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who succeeds in loving the distance makes it possible to see each other whole against the sky.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Am I being loved because I am beautiful, or am I beautiful because I am being loved?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Where there is great love, there are always miracles.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a love - born of God's care for every separate need.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83707671?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83707671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83707671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83707671' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83659789</id><published>2002-10-28T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T05:24:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creation of Beauty   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infrastructure of NASA is important to the scientists who work inside it, but when they are doing particle physics, all that matters is the physics. And all that matters here is the potential fulfilment of the existential reality in the love relation between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the Garden of Eden, about what is possible. Walk through this garden and assume Jesus Christ as the reference point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one the garden is experienced as  interaction of  two people. A sense of genuine relationship enters in, but its still essentially a relation between two separate beings. The best equation that can be written is 1+ 1 = 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To another one the garden is experienced  as separate. Each individuals experience is personal. Each one, though interacting with the other, is essentially alone, so the equation is 1+ 1 = 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To even another one the garden is Its concerned with overcoming the illusion of separation. There’s still identity, there’s still individual experience, but the experience is the experience of the other person. There’s still differentiation. The best equation is, once again, 1+1 = 1, but this time the whole equation is what matters, not just the result on the right hand side. The left hand side and the right hand side are equally important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sense relationship is the pathway, the embodiment and the representation of creation, an act of creation and a means of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that river that flows through this garden river? It´s love and love is not a matter of technique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83659789?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83659789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83659789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83659789' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83505434</id><published>2002-10-25T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T02:48:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Death is quite serious, but it isn´t necessarily fatal&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83505434?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83505434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83505434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83505434' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83499399</id><published>2002-10-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T22:54:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Garden &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somewhere far, maybe  in another dimension,     &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I might touch a blossom of my dreams. &lt;/center&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somewhere, maybe  in another dimension,  &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I might feel the sunshine on my face; so free of complications. &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you  so beautiful, &lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; like the flower I touched and the sunshine I felt. &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A flower may bloom in different colors&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; or at different times. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Variety provides the beauty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Individuality suffers for the sake of the aesthetic. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Accept and live the moment, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;we all die the same color. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83499399?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83499399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83499399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83499399' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83447706</id><published>2002-10-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T23:18:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ultimate goal for my life on earth is not comfort, but character development. I am to grow up spiritually and become like Christ. Becoming like Christ does not mean losing my personality or becoming a mindless clone. God created my uniqueness, so he certainly doesn't want to destroy it. Christlikeness is all about transforming my character, not my personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83447706?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83447706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83447706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83447706' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83396336</id><published>2002-10-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T02:01:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arioso"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Pearl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are a pearl in the ocean of dreams,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;precious with purity in love's full embrace,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;layers and layers of records are told,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;so you toss and you turn, soul shining and old.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are a pearl in the ocean of dreams,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a necklace perhaps, or a gold diamond ring,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you'll be when it's time, adored by His smile,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;His love endures as the tide, watch, wait awhile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are a pearl in the ocean of dreams,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;keep still my Child, it will be revealed to you,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;- glorious white light that in time will show,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;because the oyster of patience - life's pure glow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are a pearl in the ocean of dreams,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;heart glowing, soul knowing of what you have been.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who are you? His secrets are near and far,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with time, love and care, you become a sea-star.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83396336?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83396336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83396336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83396336' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83340642</id><published>2002-10-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T00:10:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Art In Human Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is not a thing, it´s a way. Most working artists would tend to agree; critics and commentators would disagree. They approach from different directions. Both opinions hold weight. To the extent that making art is an encounter and points others toward that encounter, it is a way. There is, then,  much to talk about when we talk about art. Understanding such differences is crucial, both to the artist and to those interested in art. Failure to see these differences results in talking at cross purposes - even crossed swords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a consideration of art as both, the individual human being and his way will help us remember why we stumble into unproductive conversations. We face a challenge when we sense that there is meaning there somewhere, but the art itself doesn’t go out of its way to help us understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem should not mean; but be. When people respond to a poem, a painting, a song, they are responding to the thing that is art. This is appropriate. The piece stands on its own, apart from any intent of its maker (conscious or otherwise). As they consider the piece, if they are thoughtful, they will begin to trace their reactions back through their experience of the piece to see if their "reading" has any basis. If they are experienced in their critical analysis, they will compare aspects of the work with other pieces by this artist or with similar things by other artists. They will try to articulate their sense of the maker’s vision. At some point, people may venture to compare the vision of the work with their own. Whatever their perspective, they will no doubt find aspects of the work to commend or attack. Depending on individual temperaments, such exchanges will be stimulating, invigorating, and enriching; or, they will be frustrating, threatening, and angering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play or song or film has contributed to everyone’s knowledge and experience - the audience is now included in the artist’s encounter. But what happens when a person in the audience meets the work and immediately comes up with an evaluation of it, either thought or spoken? As Christians, we are perhaps likelier than some others to fall into a trap: Because we know Truth, we are aware that there are lies and error, but truth mixed with error is error! But art is not merely clever preaching. Art takes us through the moment of experience to the moment of insight. Yet this moment of insight may be a while in coming. So a person inclined to hasty judgment in terms of theology or doctrine may reject much insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare’s portrayal of evil in Macbeth as endorsing or wallowing in evil; he or she might fail to see that a film or story or photograph may walk the line between being about immorality or evil and being immoral or evil itself. And, of course, most irony and satire would be lost on this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to understand, however, that shallow or hasty reactions to art are really not talking about the art itself! Rather, they reveal more about ourselves—our beliefs, our tastes, our fears, our biases—than they tell us about the art. It can be difficult to remember that the "beauty" of an artistic encounter with evil or life’s deep questions lies in the truthfulness and clarity - even "rightness" - of the artist’s witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have strong initial reactions, but we must be honest about the beliefs and biases we bring to a discussion, then respond carefully and thoughtfully to the work itself. The artist may have trouble relating to what the audience is saying. While the others are talking about a thing, the artist is remembering the process of getting there: the way. The impulse to art is intuitive, not analytical. Artists learn to be wary of analysis and uncomfortable about explaining their work. Let us not forget that there are questions to which the answer cannot be given by direct assertion, only in the work itself. Some art challenges us to ask the questions. An artist’s attempt to explain his work may lead to paralyzing self-consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful audience will seek more sensitive, less threatening ways to engage the artist about the work. Ultimately, both artist and audience must return to the wonder that brought them together in the first place. Art, as both a the individual human being and his way, reminds us to "be still and know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be delighted or disturbed. Our initial reaction to it may be skewed by intellectual, spiritual, and emotional baggage we bring to our experience of it. It may take us days, weeks, or even years to come to terms with what the work stirs in us. It takes faith, patience, and humility to be still and know amid all of the ambiguity of life and art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the language of creativity, whether from maker or receiver, moves into the spiritual realm of metaphor: &lt;br /&gt;"It spoke to me." "I was deeply moved." "It clicked for me." And finally, "I got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83340642?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83340642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83340642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83340642' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83297542</id><published>2002-10-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T07:21:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere in the Night &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somewhere in the night, a soul screams,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as people fade and die, lost in dreams.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somewhere in the night, reality lives.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83297542?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83297542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83297542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83297542' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83211339</id><published>2002-10-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T05:58:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Is Your Friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Your friend is your needs answered. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "no" in your own mind. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;for without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;are born and shared, with joy that is unclaimed. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;When you part from your friend, you grieve not; &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;for that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;Center&gt;as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;Center&gt;And let your best be for your friend. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know the flood also. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Seek him always with hours to live. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of  pleasures. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. &lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83211339?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83211339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83211339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83211339' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83161405</id><published>2002-10-18T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T03:24:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Matter of Priorities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A hidden idol in my heart - God knows, God and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have made it a shrine in secret, where I worship.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I call upon the Name of Jesus Christ, seek His love to tell and call Him "Lord".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But that which is nearer, dearer than the Lord to my heart,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the idol, comes in between, tears my soul apart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Lay in the dust your treasure whereon you have set your trust;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;your hidden treasures ah, lay them in the dust!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wept when He shattered my idols.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I almost drowned in my wild and childish tears.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But the Lord hushed my weeping with a touch of His hand and said, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Dear heart, I have taken them from you to give you Myself instead."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83161405?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83161405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83161405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83161405' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83115418</id><published>2002-10-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T06:19:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where would we be without friends? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like a good wine, friends too improve with age. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Even when friends cannot be seen again; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cannot be spoken with again,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;their treasured memory sleeps;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cellared in our hearts &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and warms the dark small hours of the soul.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let me now raise a glass: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's to present company and absent friends. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83115418?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83115418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83115418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83115418' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83011872</id><published>2002-10-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T06:12:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Madrugada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't you hear me cry? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't walk away &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Please don't leave me here alone&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't turn you back on me and turn away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Can't you see I'm hurt?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I am screaming silent&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't leave me here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't you see I'm in pain? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't leave me here in the dark&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I feel something in my hand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It has been there all this time &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I had squeezed it so much that I couldn´t feel it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; It´s His hand and it has been there all this time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't you see I'm in pain?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't you care?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You left me here alone, in the dark, in pain!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't you here me cry?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Turn on a light&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I am screaming and you turn and walk away!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; How dare you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I feel something in my hand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It has been there all this time &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I had squeezed it so much that I couldn´t feel it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; It´s His hand and it has been there all this time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You know every desire hidden within my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You were the one who planted them there from the very start!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; My mind cannot begin to imagine what You are going to do&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; You will lead and guide me; to Your glory my life will be used.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I take Your hand and walk with You, knowing without a doubt &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You, who made me has things completely figured out! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;&lt;i&gt;note: Madrugada is Spanish and means dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/SMALL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83011872?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83011872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83011872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83011872' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-83003234</id><published>2002-10-14T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T23:42:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There is a miracle called friendship,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;that dwells within the heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you don't know how it happens,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;or when it gets its start.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But the happiness it brings you,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;always gives a special lift,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and you realize that friendship&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;is lifes most precious gift.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your friendship is a hug to my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-83003234?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83003234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/83003234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83003234' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-82833262</id><published>2002-10-11T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T01:57:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Be the first one to explore new roads.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Discover the excitement of the open road.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-82833262?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82833262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82833262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82833262' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-82730994</id><published>2002-10-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T01:12:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Friendly Link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Friends are linked in thoughts,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;whatever the time, whereever the place, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;rainbows and bridges are just a way of connecting thoughts.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-82730994?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82730994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82730994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82730994' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-82677116</id><published>2002-10-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T23:33:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ennui in October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the winter is near&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;in a room facing east&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I´m taking a nap with my blanket&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bach´s melody momentarily paused&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and it´s quiet here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;on a faraway footpath on the shore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;butterflies, cats &amp; Greek coffee,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;evading winds, are in flower&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ah, I wonder if clouds flow in my dream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;&lt;i&gt;note: ennui is a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction arising from lack of interest; boredom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/SMALL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-82677116?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82677116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82677116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82677116' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-82627055</id><published>2002-10-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T00:18:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pressures of life precipitate a crisis, revealing the foundation upon which we have built our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I toil in a cubicle, a jet airplane, an impressive skyscraper or with my prince in a castle, I will not find the nourishment my soul needs from anything in the world. The Bible tells me that my accomplishments can be as fragile as flowers - here today and gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I face the challenge of growing (up/older/wiser/in heart/in faith/in relationships) and losing my edge in life, my fragile world crumbles in pieces around me....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to pray for me. Look beyond my exterior to my real needs. By using costly materials to build my life, I can erect an edifice that will weather the storms of adversity and endure for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need the Almighty in every area, His love, His understanding, His patience, His grace and YOU, my precious friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-82627055?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82627055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82627055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82627055' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-82407745</id><published>2002-10-02T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T01:37:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth is that spiritual growth is a gradual process of development. &lt;br /&gt;There are no shortcuts to maturity. It takes time. &lt;br /&gt;Maturity is a destination we arrive at. That implies a journey.&lt;br /&gt;We always want to speed up the process but it can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey that will last a lifetime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-82407745?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82407745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/82407745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82407745' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653527.post-81995852</id><published>2002-09-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T08:10:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A lovely rose with petals soft&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A scent so sweet and light&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So beautiful a flower&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With colours shining bright.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But something not so savory&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;About the fragrant rose -&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The thorns, so sharp upon the stem,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That sharpen as it grows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yet still lovely is the flower&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Despite the thorns that prick&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just as life and love are sweet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They too have thorns that stick.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But do not fear to live or love,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life's not exempt from pain -&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So pick a rose, you may get hurt,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But you will also gain! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes You Have To Choose A Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Softly falling down . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;each drop a symphony of sound . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as it hits the tin roof . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tap . . . tap . . . tap.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the kind that makes you daydream . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and feel sad and sigh . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as you think of what might or been or could be in your life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Or maybe it is a happy song that brings back sweet memories . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tender thoughts and special smiles . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;thinking of someone who makes your heart beat faster . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and your laughter ring with happiness and joy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Or maybe it is a love song . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with sweet and soft lyrics . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tender and romantic and sensual . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;that makes you think of dancing in the rain.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only you can decide which song . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;is the one you are hearing . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;which music soothes your soul . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and which song you want to sing along with.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes, you have to choose a song . . .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the choosing isn't easy. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653527-81995852?l=artomeli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/81995852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653527/posts/default/81995852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artomeli.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81995852' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09738551342276426138</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></entry></feed>
