<?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-575048565377146666</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:32:13.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picks of Hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></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-575048565377146666.post-6386666473077661817</id><published>2009-11-28T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:18:08.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reason</title><content type='html'>Who inspires me To write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, she is my hero. She is the one who i Know I can go to and find an answer. I find it Amazing how she could be put through all this and still be able to wake up every morning ,teach me and my brother and smile while doing it( we aren't all that fun to teach sometimes). I have had so many people say that they understnd what we have gone through, but I on't think they really do. Because I don't think anyone who I know that is my age, ever has to see their Mom cry, yes I have seen her cry before. I don't think anyone I know wonder if and when their mother comes back from having her brain operated on , will even remember their name, that was actually my biggest fear when she was diagnosed. will she remember me? Yup i didn't care if she was able to talk or walk, I just wanted her to remember me. She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what Does "Picks Of Hope" mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hears an easy way to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eople who live&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what that means is people who live on hope have faith to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does "some Think Holding On Makes You Strong, But Sometimes Its Letting Go" mean?&lt;br /&gt;Basically It means Most people live in their past, But they have to learn to let go and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now enjoy this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKtT5yXb2lE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKtT5yXb2lE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;When the world around you crumbles&lt;br /&gt;He will be strong, He will be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw up my hands&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;Gather my insufficiencies and&lt;br /&gt;place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575048565377146666-6386666473077661817?l=picksofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6386666473077661817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575048565377146666&amp;postID=6386666473077661817' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/6386666473077661817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/6386666473077661817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-reason.html' title='My Reason'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575048565377146666.post-5311687835669129324</id><published>2009-10-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:29:27.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel?</title><content type='html'>"Why not."&lt;br /&gt;"Please."&lt;br /&gt;These are what we say more than we should. We choose to live on wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel? Do you cry? Are you scared? Are you broken? Are you Bruised? Can you hear the weight of the world falling down? My answer to my own question is, yes I feel, yes I cry, yes I'm bruised and yes I hear.  SO YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD, But  can't do it alone? Why can't we stop and listen and watch the way we could impact the world, the way we could save millions from dying inside. Share your story. Share Jesus. IMPACT the WORLD. People say you don't have a voice. that your to young to impact someone. You're not good enough. Well THEY'RE WRONG. For instance I'm a 12 year old guitar playing, screamo listening homeschooled girl. I have a rocky hair cut and I wear skinnies (skinny jeans). But does that mean I can't impact someone? NOPE, you're reading this aren't you? No matter how old or young you are.. you have a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lw1kJ4c9udE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lw1kJ4c9udE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about other things I heard about today&lt;br /&gt;All this week and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And how these hands can create some better things for bettering&lt;br /&gt;but you see for now I got my own things&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I got too many issues I own&lt;br /&gt;So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world&lt;br /&gt;Lip service makes us look great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got your own things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all have our things I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mind wanders off&lt;br /&gt;from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that all is fine in the world&lt;br /&gt;It's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Why should I&lt;br /&gt;have to try&lt;br /&gt;to fix things I didn't create or contrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got your own things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all have so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the habits&lt;br /&gt;Had you&lt;br /&gt;Has it been for long&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the souls behind what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got your own things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all have our things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got your things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all so many things&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get past these things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575048565377146666-5311687835669129324?l=picksofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5311687835669129324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575048565377146666&amp;postID=5311687835669129324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/5311687835669129324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/5311687835669129324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-feel.html' title='Do you feel?'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575048565377146666.post-7733140973171440588</id><published>2009-08-31T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:52:57.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;My motto is "love not hate". Love hurts and heals, and fighting is never the answer fighting doesn't get you anywhere it will only get you back where you started. When it comes to people, fighting will happen it will start and it will end but you can only resolve it with Gods help, because people will hurt you, make you fell worthless and tell you your not good enough they will call you stupid or say your an idiot but that is how it works. But you see GOD CAN melt the coldest hearts and break the the strongest people GOD can pick you up brush you off and give you that extra push. God holds you close to his heart and hears your cry's and feels your pain your cuts your bruises,  and he will put you threw things that stink and hurt, but he does that because he loves you, because we tend to Trust more in him threw the hard times.He looks down from heaven melts us in his gaze and raps us in his arms because HE WILL LOVE YOU more than any person. He loves you and he holds you close to his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: webdings;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OyxhOqDVuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OyxhOqDVuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;You look down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;And melt me with your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Then you come down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;And wrap me in your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel loved again&lt;br /&gt;So close in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel home again&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart, God&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart, God&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart, God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come draw me into You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to your heart, God&lt;br /&gt;Hear I am, God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Draw me into You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575048565377146666-7733140973171440588?l=picksofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7733140973171440588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575048565377146666&amp;postID=7733140973171440588' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/7733140973171440588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/7733140973171440588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-to-your-heart.html' title='Close to your heart'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575048565377146666.post-9221303166270011186</id><published>2009-08-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:12:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let you fall</title><content type='html'>My best friend Anna and I recently went to a play at our church youth group, it was great!  At the end the pastor told a story of how is brother's wife died from brain cancer. I was not expecting that so it hit me hard. Anna was sitting next to me during that story and she gave me a big hug and asked me if I was ok. Whats the point of this Easton? The point is that God will give you friends that are better than others. You will find "friends" that are jealous "friends", that are controlling and then you will find "friends" that will stab you in the back, but in the end the one friend that gave you a hug and was there for you till the end will be the friend that "will never let you fall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So8DBojF1YI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkHnEecdZ1c/s1600-h/Easton+and+Anna+Surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So8DBojF1YI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkHnEecdZ1c/s400/Easton+and+Anna+Surfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372516207075644802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Easton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575048565377146666-9221303166270011186?l=picksofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/9221303166270011186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575048565377146666&amp;postID=9221303166270011186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/9221303166270011186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/9221303166270011186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-let-you-fall.html' title='Never let you fall'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So8DBojF1YI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkHnEecdZ1c/s72-c/Easton+and+Anna+Surfing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575048565377146666.post-7486683960521480104</id><published>2009-08-21T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:54:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; id = 29023; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://kontactr.com/wp.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575048565377146666-7486683960521480104?l=picksofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7486683960521480104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575048565377146666&amp;postID=7486683960521480104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/7486683960521480104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575048565377146666/posts/default/7486683960521480104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picksofhope.blogspot.com/2009/08/contact-me.html' title='Contact Me!'/><author><name>Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08167283787462655918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgNrlyzhGJo/So75yKAkIpI/AAAAAAAAABE/T1b2QpJ5foo/S220/believe.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
