<?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-4771596790822148766</id><updated>2011-07-04T17:21:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky of the sky of a tree called life</title><subtitle type='html'>Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life...Proverbs 13:12</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771596790822148766.post-8818870682081865108</id><published>2008-10-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:02:16.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare alla luce...</title><content type='html'>I may not know how to live without Mitch. I know full well that I never wanted to live without him. But now I must. Not without his sweet, beautiful, imprint embedded within me, or his deep engraved essence beside me. (As well as in the fantastic presence of amazing friends and family! What wonderful support!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many goals, desires, wishes, and dreams fluttering in my mind from fantastic conversations over warm embraces with my husband. I am withdrawn from them, but I am not at all without. God is good, he has a plan beyond pain, beyond grief, and beyond our worldly desires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed me with the most impeccable relationship I have ever known. Intricate, deep, insatiable… Now I navigate rapids without him. But God is good. He has a plan. He has a detailed, full, important itinerary for me. Just me… And individually you... Sometimes I seem to hate that, feel guilty of that, this, now. I must keep moving. Not away from Mitch, but with his memory in mind, hurt with the loss of promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, I always will. My best friend, my confidante, my love, my protector, my provider; he is not mine, he never was. He was me, and I him. But the Lord stamped him with His seal, His ownership sticker on the dustcover of Mitch’s novel life. And what a beautiful story it is; my personal favorite that I will reread constantly. Anxiously I await an anticipated sequel written in the world of our reuniting. I feel beyond blessed to be apart of this story! What an honor. And the Lord designed it this way, for reasons I will not know on this side of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, with sadness and angst I contemplate goals. Nauseous with rivaled bitterness and fear I am disgusted with my fragile, yet persistent existence. For a reason I live. And I find gratitude in God's grace of it all, and joy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;beautiful promises! Through it my heart must find meaning. Not self-contrived meaning; an eternal purpose that affects the heavenly realms… A lasting effect that penetrates kingdom walls.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;s l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;atter excerpt seems quite depressed, forlor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;n and void of God’s thumb print on my life. It is merely a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;andid reflection of how my heart a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ches on in a whole fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;et of ways. Separate fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; my sadness is a deep, al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;st delightfully aching, washing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; of joy and gratitude. If, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;by any chance, someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;that is ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;periencing loss of any k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ind is reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I want them to know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;s o.k. to be sad, confused, and riddled with sporadic and spontaneous moments of ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;rbal overflow. It is not to say that I don’t always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;acknowle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dge that God is good and above my emotions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch's kind heart inspires me daily. He gave the time he was given to those around him... without ulterior motives... without desire of reciprocation... without pride... I'm blessed to know such an amazing example. I am proud. I would love to be more like him, as well as (as Mitch desired too!) more like HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere eyes frame Mitch’s genuine heart’s cry, “for the good of the Kingdom.” That is our Abba Father’s genuine selfless perpetuating will for our eternal mind’s eye, and urgent pursuit of our hearts. I want to live on the same motivation. Feasting on the substantial goodness of uniting souls with our Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dare al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;la luce&lt;/span&gt;… Such a beautiful, eloquent phrase. Italian for “giving birth,” translates as "to give to the light.” Brilliant. I would like to offer this phrase to our Savior as well. He is the light. I want to give to Him. Joyfully labor (an oxymoron in juxtaposition, but a seamless bond in Jehovah-Rofe) kind under His benevolent guidance, birthing His will into this world in the presence of His glor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SPkrtRmtY-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cFgBLbgY-Qs/s1600-h/smiling-faces-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SPkrtRmtY-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cFgBLbgY-Qs/s200/smiling-faces-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258282096751633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ious, warm, illumination.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ... 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AND SO MUCH MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite circumstances we can seek joy in the Lord... He will provide the dreams to our future. God has an intricate agenda for all of us. It is not at all a rigid list that we must check off, but a fluid, full, free screenplay that provides for enjoyment, fulfillment, and purpose.  How sweet and brilliant He castes our roles, molds our characters but gives us freedom, choice, individuality. By no means are we puppets! We are not mindless drones! God directs our paths and allows for us to find happiness, joy, excitement. What a gift. Amidst it all He loves us individually and pursues to know each of us while refining us for the role of our lives. Living for Him and loving His people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SPklAMysi9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xsFioZRA-KU/s1600-h/alphabet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771596790822148766-8818870682081865108?l=chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8818870682081865108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771596790822148766&amp;postID=8818870682081865108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/8818870682081865108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/8818870682081865108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/dare-alla-luce.html' title='Dare alla luce...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SPkrtRmtY-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cFgBLbgY-Qs/s72-c/smiling-faces-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771596790822148766.post-3589029417588253363</id><published>2008-09-23T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:14:52.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Miracle...Complete Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNm-g37mXUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YAihT3A5p7I/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNm-g37mXUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YAihT3A5p7I/s200/Photo+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249436312656043330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good. He has our best interests in mind, always. Beautiful things. Experiences that bless us, grow us, refine us. I, as well as the whole world, has something beautiful in our Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his articulate, brilliant, gorgeous words my sweet husband shares his heart with us all. He says  through his resounding life of service, to live to the fullest extent, love the Lord with all we have, and to be joyful and gracious ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch is the most wonderful man that I have ever known. I am confident in the fact that I have experienced more love than some do in their entire lifetime. For that I pray that all can have a taste of what I have had through my handsome groom by the strength of our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Mitch is in the most exquisite place imaginable... unattainable to our worldly minds. He is completely healed and dancing with our Daddy. He will always be in my heart as my best friend and husband. I am excited to someday worship our Maker together, hand in hand once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we take things a day at a time. Each breath &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I CHOOSE&lt;/span&gt; to live for the Lord, consciously thanking him for my Mitchell's life and the fact that I am so incredibly blessed to be his wife, his helpmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we live each day in the moment of worship we offer. Each breath &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I CHOOSE&lt;/span&gt; to honor my husband by honoring his wishes to use his life and incredible journey as a means to glorify our gracious Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Mitch... so much. Our Father loves you even more. You are now where we belong. And I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise Him from whom all blessings flow...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise Him all creatures here below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise Father and the Son....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise Father and the Son...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise   Father,  Son, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Holy Ghost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771596790822148766-3589029417588253363?l=chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3589029417588253363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771596790822148766&amp;postID=3589029417588253363' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3589029417588253363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3589029417588253363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-miraclecomplete-healing.html' title='The True Miracle...Complete Healing'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNm-g37mXUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YAihT3A5p7I/s72-c/Photo+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771596790822148766.post-681039684379071778</id><published>2008-09-19T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:28:13.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Spiro, Spero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNSZEr97keI/AAAAAAAAADw/YWUj9w07ZFg/s1600-h/n665985013_1892285_9162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNSZEr97keI/AAAAAAAAADw/YWUj9w07ZFg/s200/n665985013_1892285_9162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247987771594478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing is an involuntary function. We don’t dwell on it, seldom acknowledge it, and rarely ponder it. Something so detrimental we subconsciously discredit until it is compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breathe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breathe out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly amazing to me how our God created our bodies to essentially take care of themselves. Of course Christ gives us breath (a constant gift, given His will). He crafted our bodies to do crucial, life-sustaining things (to say the least); things that work in unison, so seamlessly, to allow us life…and our bodies dance to this melodic blend that hums a tune of our Father’s benevolent grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breathe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H   o    l    d        i    t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of air disturbs this harmony.  It is in this void, a tiny hiccup in time, we consciously highlight its necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breathe out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Mitch, has unfortunately had some hiccups in his battle with leukemia (these hiccups aren’t pertaining to the ceasing of breath, but glitches in treatment).  One of these snafus are his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am one lucky bride and I can say I know my husband “inside and out…” literally. I had the astute pleasure to sit in on one of his bronchoscopies! Now, I can say that I am not a squeamish person, but when it comes to my Mitch this stoic quality flies out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this experience I got to see the miracle that is my husband on a whole new plane. I am a proud wife of a man totting a ravishing set of lungs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;…Unfortunately looks can be deceiving…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been quarreling with a rotten antagonist named pneumonia. This arch nemesis has plagued him for months, and has been the culprit for Mitch’s “hiccups in treatment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late he has had more labored effort in grasping the air that we seem to acquire so easily. But he, being the strong, determined, godly man that he is&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“resigns in hope,”&lt;/span&gt; leaning heavily onto the brilliant Creator of the air that we graciously borrow. Pressing forward, Mitch continues to astound doctors with his resilience. (Please continue to pray with us for a miracle! We are forever thankful beyond words!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Dum spiro, spero,,,While I breathe, I hope…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many captivating, inspiring, and exquisite attributes that I love and admire about my handsome groom, but the most arresting is his faith. His faith (that is anchored in hope at seas of turmoil) voyages elegantly through life, sailcloth billowing with the breath of hope… all the while the Lord at the helm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through trial and tribulation Mitch astounds me. His constant compassion perseveres with no prejudice of his own circumstance or familiarity to the blessed person that encounters it. His selfless regard always prompts him to pray for others before himself. And his tender concern for the kingdom is perpetually transcendent of his own condition. With every breath he praises the Lord. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“while (he) breathe(s), (he) hopes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while looking at this Latin phrase (Dum spiro, spero), I can’t help but think that the quaint word “spero” resembles the English word sparrow. How beautiful is the fluttering sparrow that seems so carefree and lackadaisical as it perfects its purpose…to soar…defy gravity…live in the heights of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope is the thing with feathers&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.audubon.org/news/pressroom/cbid/Hi_Rez_images/Grasshopper_Sparrow_Laura_Erickson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.audubon.org/news/pressroom/cbid/Hi_Rez_images/Grasshopper_Sparrow_Laura_Erickson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That perches in the soul.&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without the words,&lt;br /&gt;and never stops at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perching so perfectly, clothed in beauty, the bird &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“resignes in hope”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and ascends. Our Abba Father tells us to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet (I) feed them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” (Matthew 6:26).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we would respond with a resounding, “YES!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPCYpwJee7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPCYpwJee7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771596790822148766-681039684379071778?l=chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/681039684379071778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771596790822148766&amp;postID=681039684379071778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/681039684379071778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/681039684379071778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/dum-spiro-spero.html' title='Dum Spiro, Spero'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNSZEr97keI/AAAAAAAAADw/YWUj9w07ZFg/s72-c/n665985013_1892285_9162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771596790822148766.post-3573228473764535646</id><published>2008-09-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:10:47.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Carry Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNLgFFvUpAI/AAAAAAAAADE/BF-J5EyVdzw/s1600-h/Photo+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNLgFFvUpAI/AAAAAAAAADE/BF-J5EyVdzw/s200/Photo+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247502893884679170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Carry Your Heart With Me by E. E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I carry your heart with me (I carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it (anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;the sky of the sky of a tree called life&lt;/span&gt;; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love is an astounding thing. In reality it's not a "thing" at all. Love isn't something that we acquire by force, trade or borrow; it's an action, a beautiful gift, an unconditional emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot barter love, you cannot bargain...it simply...in it's finest form...just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. It is a cycle of life ebbing and flowing from relationship to relationship but ever the same fueling the heart. It is immeasurable. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have learned &lt;/span&gt;(from valuable experience) that love, sacrificial love, is a beautiful blessing given from our Father. He desires to show us pure godly love, tangibly, through  relationships here. I have felt such wonderful love from so many people. My husband, of course, is one of the most fantastic source of this. My family and friends are another. As my beautiful sister Charese shared with me, there are no boundaries to family. Blood is not an obstacle. I pray that everyone can feel such a welcoming, unconditional, unbridled love as I get to experience. I am spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Give thanks to the God of gods. His &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; endures forever. - Psalm 136:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have witnessed&lt;/span&gt; the bond of marriage drastically influencing the proverbial line in the sand amongst biological separation of God's children. My biological family is on a slightly different plane spiritually than my wedded family is. Through the love of the Lord influence has been delightfully made with all involved. My dad frequently quotes my amazing brother, Sam. He has gleaned so much of the Lord's goodness through what Sam has openly shared publicly, and holds them dear as truth to characterizing  "The Man Upstairs." It has been incredible to see two worlds merge as one blessed family. I am SO spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But I trust in your unfailing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;; my heart rejoices in your salvation. - Psalm 13:5&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have discovered &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;that love between spouses is the ordination of the Lord. I have wondered for years why I hadn't met the man of my dreams. I have wondered why I endured heartache after heartache all ending in similar demise. I have wondered why Mitch and I have been friends for almost a decade and I hadn't realized that he was that person I had been searching for. All of these questions, petty in reflection, are irrelevant yet entirely indicative of the Lord's divine intervention of our hearts and emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Girls and guys alike: Know that God is above your emotions. He is sovereign over your heart's cries. He is empathetic of their groans. He cares. He hears you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(He) knows the way that (you) take; when He has tested (you), (you) will come forth as gold - Job 23:10.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I, for years, thought that I could never find a person that loves me unconditionally, when had him under my nose for so long. I am confident in the fact that the Lord was protecting our hearts for unveiled love that could bloom to utmost potential. I had to have some experiences in order to fully appreciate the beauty of my relationship with Mitch.  The very insecurities that I developed throughout my life have been addressed and obliterated byway of our Father working through my husband. We have both been tested and refined (continually) to someday become gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Be still and know...Stand firm in the fact that the Lord of lords knows your heart's desires intimately. His way is always unfathomably greater than our mind's elaborate schemes.  I AM SO SPOILED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I love the song by A Fine Frenzy, called " You Picked Me." It is a simple song that embodies how special we can feel when that special someone picks us. It's how I feel with Mitch. It also eloquently embodies the fact that God chooses us even when the world turns away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;One, two, three&lt;br /&gt;Counting out the signs we see&lt;br /&gt;The tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;Fading in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Only dots on a map&lt;br /&gt;Four, five, six&lt;br /&gt;The two of us a perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;You're all mine, all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So softly&lt;br /&gt;Rain against the windows&lt;br /&gt;And the strong coffee&lt;br /&gt;Warming up my fingers&lt;br /&gt;In this fisherman's house&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;Searched the sand&lt;br /&gt;And climbed the tree&lt;br /&gt;And brought me back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771596790822148766-3573228473764535646?l=chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3573228473764535646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771596790822148766&amp;postID=3573228473764535646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3573228473764535646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3573228473764535646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-carry-your-heart.html' title='I Carry Your Heart'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNLgFFvUpAI/AAAAAAAAADE/BF-J5EyVdzw/s72-c/Photo+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771596790822148766.post-3754933026767327750</id><published>2008-09-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:11:10.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNIbITikumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V8Ji7NlVcJA/s1600-h/l_254e2e45cbe86a209cf3eee201359d91_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNIbITikumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V8Ji7NlVcJA/s200/l_254e2e45cbe86a209cf3eee201359d91_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247286345338239586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich in blessings I find myself smothered in beautiful peace given... an undeserved, divine gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 23 I have found immense amounts of love and friendship. Consequently, this unconditional love I have experienced reflects that of our Abba Father's love; His steadfast love that never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek our Lord's heart because he pursues mine... The great hound of Heaven... He has bestowed upon me the most handsome blessing I have ever been entrusted with, my husband Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle heart of this man mirrors the compassion of our heavenly romancer. He is my best friend, my confidant, my hero, my partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage is a divine appointment ordained by the Lord. Together we desire to serve others (and the one who gave us breath) while drinking up each day, slurping up every savory sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is currently battling AML. It has been an arduous journey, but one of many miracles. We are in constant prayer for his healing and find confidence in our Lord... "but if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently" Romans 8:25. I can be patient, I am also hopeful! God is good and He is holding Mitch through this refining battle! Please continue to pray with us! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently study Elementary Education and Special Education at EWU. I work with the youth at Timberview (which I love and cherish)! I am a proud employee of the comfy, homey, inviting Service Station cafe. I am a sister to my beautiful Hannah and brother-in-law, Jeremiah. I am a aunt to my baby peanut-still-in-the-oven-nephew, Levi. I am a daughter to my fantastic parents Marty and Karen. And I am an in-law to the most WONDERFUL family, the  Thomas'(all to which I am extremely thankful for down to all the beautiful little gippers)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion lies in social justice, particularly pertaining to children. Kids are the pulse to my servant heart (my active pursuit to obtain and exemplify a true servant's heart). Their pure faith in the inherent "potential goodness" of the world is utterly inspiring. I have a deeply embedded fight to preserve this quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what life will look like in a year. Nor do I necessarily want to have it mapped out before us. I am excited; I am anxious in anticipation; I  have butterflies blundering in my stomach just waiting for our future and what it has in store for us! Missions work? Teaching? Travel? For now I will simply try to enjoy each day as it comes! And we will simply try to be, as Langston Hughes states: "Walkers with the Dawn"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being walkers with the dawn and morning,But&lt;br /&gt;Walkers with the sun and morning,&lt;br /&gt;We are not afraid of night,&lt;br /&gt;Nor days of gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Nor darkness--&lt;br /&gt;Being walkers with the sun and morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771596790822148766-3754933026767327750?l=chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3754933026767327750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771596790822148766&amp;postID=3754933026767327750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3754933026767327750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771596790822148766/posts/default/3754933026767327750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseajeanthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866659689065442983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/TT0ik1RQpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N6p5v57U50w/s220/5572_523008754695_59400382_31091783_3240277_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vP7mwhiiWO4/SNIbITikumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V8Ji7NlVcJA/s72-c/l_254e2e45cbe86a209cf3eee201359d91_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
