<?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-6145538709538160803</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:27.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Anguish and In Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspired by the best!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3477267362280375554</id><published>2009-04-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:29:52.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTIMONY!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as some of you know i love playing guitar but i never had my own guitar, i've just been using my sisters.  I offered to buy it off her and she was like NO, but she jsut resently got back from her traveling and i was telling her about my plan to move my money around so i would be able to buy a nice guitar i was looking at.... AAANNDD all of a sudden she had a mind change and just GAVE me the guitar!!! and well i had been praying for the funds and or other ways to get a guitar for a while now and that was just pretty sweet, so yea .. just wanted to blog since i hadn't in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3477267362280375554?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3477267362280375554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3477267362280375554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3477267362280375554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3477267362280375554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/04/testimony.html' title='TESTIMONY!!!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5682208625686754752</id><published>2009-04-07T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:30:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i haven't blogged in a long long time since i've been writing everything in my note book if oyu want to see some of my work well it's getting more into music form  heres the link!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RusselLarson"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/RusselLarson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5682208625686754752?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5682208625686754752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5682208625686754752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5682208625686754752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5682208625686754752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-havent-blogged-in-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4722995048535831173</id><published>2009-02-17T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:45:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you let it, it will happen</title><content type='html'>There are moments in our lives&lt;br /&gt;That shape who we are&lt;br /&gt;Events that make things click in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion could be created&lt;br /&gt;Bonds tied tighter&lt;br /&gt;Or wedges pushed between best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Trust becoming an issue&lt;br /&gt;Misconstrued actions pierce like the longest daggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life continues hurts can heal&lt;br /&gt;If oppertunities are taken&lt;br /&gt;The daggers get pulled out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness towards the offender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain and healing&lt;br /&gt;The true friends are shown&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are formed.&lt;br /&gt;With whom?&lt;br /&gt;With the people who will walk with you,&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and the thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a piece i wrote in writing class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4722995048535831173?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4722995048535831173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4722995048535831173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4722995048535831173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4722995048535831173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-let-it-it-will-happen.html' title='If you let it, it will happen'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2380804657354543765</id><published>2009-02-15T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:20:32.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo haven't posted in a while so time for a mixer upper post!</title><content type='html'>Saturday! -  WEll it was valentines day!!!! and i would have blogged yesterday but i was tired ... :) well yea, i went and picked up Sam from the mall yesterday because she was shopping with her mom. I brought a boquet of yellow roses for her (you can see them at &lt;a href="http://www.sam--middleton.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sam--middleton.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ) and it was funny cause i came around the corner just as she walked out the door so that kinda worked out really well :P and there was some people standing around the door and a few of the girls were all .. "AWEEE" it was kinda funny.  We then proceded to union street grill for lunch (since we couldn't go out for dinner cause of the church rehearsals for coemdy night.. more about htat in a bit) lunch was very good minus the weird salad Sam got .. lol but we did our little card exchange and Sam got me an amazing ring! and a glass cubic  *describes further with a pic that will show up in a while* but it has an engraved picture of jesus on the cross on the inside .. it's super sweet! but yea then we went for a walk around the airpark before we had to go to the church, which was great because since we have pretty busy lives with school grad stuff and church/youth and work we don't get much time to just be with each other.  After all that we headed on over to hte church and we worked on skits and practise and that general stuff!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! - well i got tto the church at about 9:20 for the service to get ready to be on hte good ole' camera! we then had a little wendy's for lunch and long story short we ended up back at the church to practise all our skits for about 4 hours! by the end of the practise i was getting so everything was pretty funny ... (i was pretty darn tired) we to say the least the comedy night went off with out a hitch, and a BIIIIIIGGGG thanks to every one who bought tickets since the proceeds go on over to our mexico team! and the support from the pastoral team and all he encouragement and commplements will not go forgotten. it was just such a blessing i love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2380804657354543765?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2380804657354543765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2380804657354543765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2380804657354543765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2380804657354543765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-havent-posted-in-while-so-time-for.html' title='woo haven&apos;t posted in a while so time for a mixer upper post!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6798704869853902090</id><published>2009-02-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:02:52.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERATION UNLEASHED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well i can't really say much about it cause it would take away from how awesome it was lol. there was no words to express how it was to see around 4000 youth just worshiping and lifting up their hands to God.  It was a phenominal few days learning from some of the big names in portland hearing from P. Doug Lasi, JUDAH SMITH!!!, Donna Lasit, Asim Trent, Poncho Lauder, everything they said was great and had such great oppertunity to apply it to my life. and through all this i got to thinking, why is it so easy to worship in a room of 4000 kids but when we are alone or with some of our friends that aren't saved we hold back or we just don't tell them about God we have to be the ones to raise the bar. because the amount of youth there is about 80% of the comox valley`s youth... so one question is .....what is stopping us? what is stopping us from getting that many youth here together in the valley to just praise God. so i challenge you to take the big step and go and just talk to your friends about God what is there to loose? you might  get a weird look, ooooo nooo. All im saying is that we need to start living like we have something to live for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6798704869853902090?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6798704869853902090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6798704869853902090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6798704869853902090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6798704869853902090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/02/generation-unleashed.html' title='GENERATION UNLEASHED!!!!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-71783011634495884</id><published>2009-01-30T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:37:30.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fan the flames of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Cause our opressors to run&lt;br /&gt;Flee for your lives&lt;br /&gt;Have your way in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Lord come like a rushing wind&lt;br /&gt;Pour out your spirit oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your glory fall&lt;br /&gt;We stand here&lt;br /&gt;And how can we not be moved&lt;br /&gt;Find the lost&lt;br /&gt;Heal the sick&lt;br /&gt;This generation rising up&lt;br /&gt;To full fill your plan&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts stir&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall to our knees&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts break,&lt;br /&gt;For what breaks yours&lt;br /&gt;Run as we might&lt;br /&gt;But you're right behind us&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us to realise&lt;br /&gt;Your love, Your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-71783011634495884?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/71783011634495884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=71783011634495884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/71783011634495884'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;So poor, unable to even&lt;br /&gt;Afford names for the children&lt;br /&gt;Bother us, oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aids epidemic&lt;br /&gt;Destroying families&lt;br /&gt;Bother us, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Give us wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even water to drink&lt;br /&gt;Nor do they have food&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;Bother us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6687018806187664298?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6687018806187664298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6687018806187664298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6687018806187664298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6687018806187664298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/01/injustice-is-rampant-bother-us-oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-778328881537386029</id><published>2009-01-11T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:11:20.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend for conquerers</title><content type='html'>Well first of all i would like to say that this weekend, well pretty much rocked me.  i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; this since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been feeling pretty dry lately and i really needed  a filling up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I end up like this&lt;br /&gt;So empty, so dry&lt;br /&gt;I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;The words you know I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up, fill me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to listen&lt;br /&gt;To dig deeper than the surface&lt;br /&gt;Give me passion, give me dreams&lt;br /&gt;Show me these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you who's there&lt;br /&gt;When I want to run&lt;br /&gt;To run and hide&lt;br /&gt;When it's so tough&lt;br /&gt;You break me down and&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up, you fill me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you speak&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind me that I'm your son&lt;br /&gt;Just to say your proud of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reassure&lt;/span&gt; my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke down my walls&lt;br /&gt;Shattered my chains&lt;br /&gt;Set me free from this pain&lt;br /&gt;So full of the spirit&lt;br /&gt;You've brought me back&lt;br /&gt;I've been filled, God you filled me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole weekend was just such a trip from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; night i knew it was going to be powerful and God was going to be right there the whole time.  The first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre-service&lt;/span&gt; prayer i could tell that his presence was going to be so tangible.  As i was praying i could tell that I was already getting filled. The first session was great, Kristina did such a great job!... (thanks again for coming all the way from California for us!)  She spoke about being amoung the few and the faithfull that would be there and respond to God when ever he was speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was just sitting there with my bible and i just opened it to John 19, where it's going through Jesus' crucifiction, and God was just telling me that these people didn't want to go out side their comfort zones or outside their single mindedness to just believe that this was the messiah that would save their world.  And as he is telling me this it was just starting to rock me and put a burden on my heart for the people who dont believe just because it just seems like such an outrageous claim that a man could be the son of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sought what they hated&lt;br /&gt;What their deceit had shown&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to believe&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to break their "law"&lt;br /&gt;Only one goal&lt;br /&gt;Blinders on only one thing in sight,&lt;br /&gt;Crucify!&lt;br /&gt;"The blood will not be on me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hand him to you" said the one who knew&lt;br /&gt;Crucify!&lt;br /&gt;The man they were looking at&lt;br /&gt;But they never saw&lt;br /&gt;Hung on that tree&lt;br /&gt;Nails in hand for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Blood spilled that was so pure&lt;br /&gt;Every prophecy fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Not a bone broken to rise again&lt;br /&gt;In three days come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i wrote that and had this scripture fresh in my mind Jason walked over and just asked what i was thinking and what would i preach to a group of a thousand if i had to right now..(also a funny coincidence which you will find out later)  and i said i would preach about the heart of God for the lost and the ones that don't understand and don't want to believe because of what people will think or what people will do.&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the second session Kristina talked about the Transforming Encounter, and how to deal with our sin through repentance, and the gifts of the holy spirit. Then during worship Sandra Naswel had a word about having visions and how we have to take hold of them, and about life callings and such.  Right after that we had a time to just talk with God while hte band played The revelation song,  so i sat in the back on a couch not thinking anything big was a bout to happen.  But as soon as i said "God what is the calling you have placed on my life" pretty much instantly he said ...."you're going to be a pastor" it hit me like a ton of bricks cause i never saw myself as doing stuff like that since i never have really like public speaking (this is what ties into what Jason said the day before :p )&lt;br /&gt;That night the always amazing Saturday night session was on the transforming encounter and hte time to be changed. and how we were formed for a purpose, that we are God's masterpiece.  And how the holy spirit is pretty freekin awesome!!!!  so after we had our session it was the ....dun dun "MINISTRY TIME" which is always so phenominal with the holy spirit think like butter in the room people got baptised in the holy spirit, God changed my heart andi know he worked in so many people that night, and i had many a good thing spoken over me, and well frankly I can't put it into words so I'm just going to continue.  This morning when we got all our stuff packed and ready to go we got into the main room and i just opened my bible and it opened to Matthew 24 i think it was where it was talking about the reserection of Jesus which i think was some what of a "coincidence" that at the begining of the weekend i read about the crucifiction and now I read about the rise from the grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One To Defeat Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days you were down&lt;br /&gt;Just as you had said&lt;br /&gt;The one and only&lt;br /&gt;To conquer death&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew the road you were on&lt;br /&gt;Headed to save the earth&lt;br /&gt;Worlds pain on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Every chance to call on the angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose again for all of mankind&lt;br /&gt;To give hope and joy&lt;br /&gt;Even some still doubted the scars&lt;br /&gt;The one messiah&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accending to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us down here to live&lt;br /&gt;Live a life for you&lt;br /&gt;Shine the justice and truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole pre-service prayer we had a last and final session about the Enduring Encounter, and it was pretty much amazing. well there is so much i left out but i dont want this to be like 7847857278 pages long and im kinda getting tired of typing lol so well i hop that was enough info for now :P and it was a freekin amazing weekend ... oh and i am the CHAMPION OF WII BOXING WOOOOO *flex*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-778328881537386029?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/778328881537386029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=778328881537386029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/778328881537386029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/778328881537386029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-for-conquerers.html' title='weekend for conquerers'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3042296354751463639</id><published>2009-01-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:08:20.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wont be posting much in the next bit</title><content type='html'>Sorry to those who pop in to check if i have writen anything, i wont be posting for the next month probably unless i writing something really phenominal ! :P i am getting bogged down with school work and need to pick up my grades and study for exxams so i will be blogging at some point just not now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3042296354751463639?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3042296354751463639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3042296354751463639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3042296354751463639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3042296354751463639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2009/01/wont-be-posting-much-in-next-bit.html' title='wont be posting much in the next bit'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2704964357265333462</id><published>2008-12-26T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:01:56.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>This love so strong&lt;br /&gt;For God and you.&lt;br /&gt;The deciever is lurking&lt;br /&gt;Behind the corner&lt;br /&gt;Tring to twist thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and he is there&lt;br /&gt;To put doubt in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To lie, To steal&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;Because these pessimistic thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Are not my own.&lt;br /&gt;God cause I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;And so does she.&lt;br /&gt;But there's a battle in my head&lt;br /&gt;Thats almost won.&lt;br /&gt;As I step on Satan&lt;br /&gt;He cries out...&lt;br /&gt;"Your nothing, and she hates you"&lt;br /&gt;But I reply....&lt;br /&gt;"All you do is lie,&lt;br /&gt;So why should I beleive you,&lt;br /&gt;Now get out and die!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2704964357265333462?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2704964357265333462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2704964357265333462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2704964357265333462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2704964357265333462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-758176088525835530</id><published>2008-12-26T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:58:08.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!</title><content type='html'>well christmas was pretty freekin sweet. im not going to be a long one cause i don't want to be typing for a long time so yea, i kinda woke up at 530 in the morning and watched a bit of tv till every one else woke up at 630 so we started rippin stuff open :P i ended up getting a few really awesome sweaters, another shirt and a freekin sweet sports jacket blazer ... !!! WOO and i also got an awesome digital camera! WOOOO yea so later around noon i went over to Sam's house since her mom had invited me which i was pretty stoked about :) so after me and Sam exchanged gifts ( she got me lacoste calogne (i was freekin stoked)  and an awesome note book which i needed dearly)  and i have already broken in the note book which is going to be my next post :P but yea we played wii for the whole afternoon pretty much then i went home and had family dinner with the grandparentsa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall it was a very good christmas and now time to do another post cause i don't want it in this one :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-758176088525835530?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/758176088525835530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=758176088525835530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/758176088525835530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/758176088525835530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4750452067530781741</id><published>2008-12-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:44:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love</title><content type='html'>The trek of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The snow spins our tires&lt;br /&gt;Stuck until he comes&lt;br /&gt;To pull us out&lt;br /&gt;The love, The love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crash into ravines&lt;br /&gt;God is our tow truck&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the call&lt;br /&gt;Ready to come to our aid&lt;br /&gt;The love, The love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles that come out&lt;br /&gt;Of no where&lt;br /&gt;Swerving to avoid&lt;br /&gt;We spin out,&lt;br /&gt;Spiraling away from safety&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, leaving it up to God&lt;br /&gt;He guides us back&lt;br /&gt;We let loose,&lt;br /&gt;Our discretion fades, just to show&lt;br /&gt;The love, The love.....The love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4750452067530781741?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4750452067530781741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4750452067530781741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4750452067530781741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4750452067530781741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='The Love'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6221848735527594527</id><published>2008-12-04T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:13:03.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>So yea i haven't blogged in a while cause i have been kinda busy and then again not really, just been working and catching up in english so i haven't had the time to write anything. But i am going to try and get back at the blogging and stop slacking off :P i will hopefully have something up this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6221848735527594527?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6221848735527594527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6221848735527594527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6221848735527594527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6221848735527594527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4126357756449676405</id><published>2008-11-16T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:31:01.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>One breath and every star is birthed&lt;br /&gt;One blink and every galaxy formed&lt;br /&gt;One word and there is light&lt;br /&gt;You counted the stars and named each one&lt;br /&gt;One insignificant person&lt;br /&gt;Just a dot on the map&lt;br /&gt;Yet you love me so much&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we can do,&lt;br /&gt;Will make you love us any less or more&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;We try to run but you wait for us,&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and a loving embrace.&lt;br /&gt;One God, One earth, One heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4126357756449676405?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4126357756449676405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4126357756449676405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4126357756449676405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4126357756449676405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/11/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3896237867813590599</id><published>2008-11-16T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:42:25.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>consumeddedddd part 2!</title><content type='html'>Hokay so....FRICKEN SATURDAY WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!! now that i got that out of my system i will tell you about it ! so in the morning, Matt and I did our skit which we did very well as we have been told on many occasions :P and i will try to get a video of it on here at another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right after that it was worship and you would think that a bunch of kids running on 5 hours of sleep or less wouldnt be that into worship?? WRONG it was so powerful, and im so glad that all the Youth there pressed in so hard first thing in the morning.  That is always a good sign for what is to come later in the day, but yea the worship was phenominal and it just gives me such joy to see so many youth just together praising God with such intensity.  Pastor Ira did a phenominal Job of his sermon ...AGAIN.  all the sessions were just so powerful and Holy spirit inspired it was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workshops! well i went to Politics in canada which was done very well my our very own Pastor Matt!!! he did such a great job of teaching how we as youth can do something to help out in politics and government, very very good. The second i went to was on evangelism which was done by Pastor Mike from the comox penticostle Also phenominal, teaching us how and what to do to tell people about Jesus!.  But best of all the was the ministry time after the last session, like as Pastor Ben said the holy spirit was so so so so tangible, every one was crying and so many people were getting baptised in the holy spirit. ... in summary it went on for 2 hours and it was so GOOD!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3896237867813590599?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3896237867813590599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3896237867813590599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3896237867813590599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3896237867813590599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/11/consumeddedddd-part-2.html' title='consumeddedddd part 2!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5536014888479893576</id><published>2008-11-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:27:01.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSUMED</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know we have an annual youth conference called Consumed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NorthGate&lt;/span&gt;.  So this whole week in the up coming of it, i was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; excited and it started last night.  As the people were fiulling in for registration i was just so pumped for what was going to come next. And what came next you ask? ....THE SERVICE, and you know sometimes on the first night of a camp or conference people dont press into God as much, well i am happy to inform you that they sure did press in.&lt;br /&gt;The worship was phenominal and pastor Ira freekin amazing as usual, we ar eso bless that we have great speakers at Consumed like Ben and Ira, they are such amazing men of God and i thank you guys for coming down to speak for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its the start of Day 2 the BIG Saturday, and im so excited for whats to come with the Sessions, Workshops, Worship, Service project and all the other great amazing things that will come with consumed. You can expect another update post after all is said and done, if your lucky there might be a few poems to come out of this too :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5536014888479893576?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5536014888479893576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5536014888479893576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5536014888479893576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5536014888479893576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/11/consumed.html' title='CONSUMED'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-7391354486021853624</id><published>2008-11-02T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:18:24.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Predicaments Path</title><content type='html'>Moments go by in life&lt;br /&gt;Where we are so on fire for our Father.&lt;br /&gt;Running towards him for a big embrace&lt;br /&gt;We get struck down by obstacles&lt;br /&gt;They shake our emotions, our faith&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why these things happen to us&lt;br /&gt;Crying out at God,&lt;br /&gt;While we are still on the ground&lt;br /&gt;As we are reminded,&lt;br /&gt;That this is why we know God&lt;br /&gt;Not just know about him&lt;br /&gt;So that we can talk to the spirit&lt;br /&gt;He gives us the strength to stand back up&lt;br /&gt;Shake off the dust&lt;br /&gt;Wipe our tears away&lt;br /&gt;These things are out of our hands&lt;br /&gt;And into his&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-7391354486021853624?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/7391354486021853624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=7391354486021853624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7391354486021853624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7391354486021853624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-predicaments-path.html' title='In Predicaments Path'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3062323727934990509</id><published>2008-11-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:02:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>SO today was the leaders training meeting with Terry Jansen.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; man of God.  So many of the things he said today were such a challenge to me and encouraged me oh so much.  One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; things he said he does is go to the park by himself just to be alone with God, so i thought hey why not so after the meeting i just went and walked around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;air park&lt;/span&gt; ..yea its pouring rain, but did Jesus ever give up because of a minor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; the answer is NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was just walking around i was just talking to God heart to heart conversation, this was one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most power things i have ever done. Just taking time to be with God and just talk to him is always a crazy ouch that just hit me like a ton of bricks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed as i was walking and talking and worshipping at the same time ( yea i can multi task.. wanna fight about it :P) that on each bench there is a memorial to a person or a couple, and i started to wonder, Did they ever know God? Did some one ever talk to them about God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking this caused my heart to ache for those that were never told about God or never had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to get to know him, and the crazy amount of youth in this valley that have never learned about God or who have walked away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt; has shaken their faith because they only knew about him and didnt know him personally.  So i challenege you guys to just get out of your way just to spend time with God cause he will put stuff on your heart.  Maybe its scary what he wants you to do but i can garentee it that if you go through with it you will never regret that you obeyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3062323727934990509?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3062323727934990509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3062323727934990509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3062323727934990509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3062323727934990509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5923131596166860535</id><published>2008-10-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:42:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth rally</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday we left at 3 oclock to head up to Sunshine Hills for the youth rally!!! we got there a bit late but who really cares righT??? We got to see great friends from camp, it was just a super time.  WE slept in the church and we wrestled matt beat me in our 3 round series..(i won first round) but got owned by the chimera submission twice......my neck now hurts quite alot! (my black eye also went away..yay! It was a great way to spend part of the weekend and im so glad i went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5923131596166860535?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5923131596166860535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5923131596166860535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5923131596166860535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5923131596166860535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/youth-rally.html' title='Youth rally'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5030831731290249713</id><published>2008-10-22T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:54:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivated</title><content type='html'>My heart slows almost to a stop&lt;br /&gt;My eyes held fast by your beauty&lt;br /&gt;When I'm cold your love warms me&lt;br /&gt;When anger is present you calm me&lt;br /&gt;This captivation that consumes my being&lt;br /&gt;No other could suffice&lt;br /&gt;These holes in my soul only to be filled,&lt;br /&gt;By God and you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes, never wanting to let go&lt;br /&gt;Could stand in this place for hours on end&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, knowing that it wont be long,&lt;br /&gt;Before I see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5030831731290249713?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5030831731290249713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5030831731290249713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5030831731290249713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5030831731290249713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/captivated.html' title='Captivated'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6326472201794630945</id><published>2008-10-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:49:15.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart held fast</title><content type='html'>Our hearts are put in all the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the place where it fits best&lt;br /&gt;Throwing it around so recklessly&lt;br /&gt;Comeing back to us, mangled&lt;br /&gt;Searching for reform,&lt;br /&gt;Something to restore&lt;br /&gt;A life of suffering, not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;Walking along, right into this love&lt;br /&gt;The heart once tattered&lt;br /&gt;Now fits right into your hands&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the wonders&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tale made real&lt;br /&gt;Beating ever so fast&lt;br /&gt;In the grasp of your hands&lt;br /&gt;It calms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6326472201794630945?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6326472201794630945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6326472201794630945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6326472201794630945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6326472201794630945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-held-fast.html' title='Heart held fast'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6304885350959789655</id><published>2008-10-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:02:15.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksGiving Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All we do is live and you love us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We mess up but you created us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When we doubt you give us hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You gave youe one and only son for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As we are unable to fathom it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We give you thanks for what you done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Through the thanks we are able to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your love, Your word, Your son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some have so little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But yet thanks are still extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pockets empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But yet they still give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Letting your light shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like a blazing fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Letting our hearts be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No words can express our thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Truely this is agape love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6304885350959789655?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6304885350959789655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6304885350959789655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6304885350959789655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6304885350959789655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksgiving-poem.html' title='ThanksGiving Poem'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-7314098996243692106</id><published>2008-10-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:54:35.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions - lead or be led</title><content type='html'>Emotions shape us&lt;br /&gt;Personalities birthed out of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Given a choice, fork in the road&lt;br /&gt;Be led, or lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Regretting&lt;/span&gt; the things we have done,&lt;br /&gt;While being led by the emotions&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for good things,&lt;br /&gt;As we lead our emotions&lt;br /&gt;The power of these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming as it seems&lt;br /&gt;The power if used correctly&lt;br /&gt;Can give self control&lt;br /&gt;The heart, a deceiver&lt;br /&gt;As it would lead you,&lt;br /&gt;Ending up lost, pained&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around and lead the deceiver&lt;br /&gt;Influence the influencer&lt;br /&gt;Things all change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-7314098996243692106?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/7314098996243692106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=7314098996243692106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7314098996243692106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7314098996243692106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotions-lead-or-be-led.html' title='Emotions - lead or be led'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8635539291460832460</id><published>2008-10-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:04:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We want or Greed?</title><content type='html'>Taken for granted the things we have,&lt;br /&gt;Only ever notice,&lt;br /&gt;When they're stripped away.&lt;br /&gt;Materialism has taken over&lt;br /&gt;People bringing up their children in this&lt;br /&gt;Taught self serving&lt;br /&gt;We want, thinking it brings happiness&lt;br /&gt;Across the world they need,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it will take away the pains&lt;br /&gt;Strongholds of chains, shattered&lt;br /&gt;Midset altered.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking out against this issue&lt;br /&gt;Even though our mouths wont open&lt;br /&gt;Each word dents the chain&lt;br /&gt;Each meaningful thought cracks the rings&lt;br /&gt;Chains now flawed, weakened&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling at the feet, of the people&lt;br /&gt;Who are willing,&lt;br /&gt;To take on the giant we named..&lt;br /&gt;Materialism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8635539291460832460?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8635539291460832460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8635539291460832460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8635539291460832460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8635539291460832460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-want-or-greed.html' title='We want or Greed?'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-654650746204546687</id><published>2008-09-28T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:19:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled .. for now</title><content type='html'>When ever I'm near you&lt;br /&gt;My heart soars to the highest heights&lt;br /&gt;When ever I see you&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawn to your radiance&lt;br /&gt;Your gone for only a day,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I miss you like its been years&lt;br /&gt;Embraced, time ticks by at a stand still&lt;br /&gt;Kissed, moment entombed in time&lt;br /&gt;Clocks shattered, lasting forever&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts shake my bones&lt;br /&gt;Paintings move the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rhetoric moves the heart&lt;br /&gt;You move my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Need a shoulder to cry on?&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to laugh with?&lt;br /&gt;Need to just be held?&lt;br /&gt;These shoulders are vacant&lt;br /&gt;Always ready to laugh&lt;br /&gt;And I would never think of not holding you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-654650746204546687?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/654650746204546687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=654650746204546687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/654650746204546687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/654650746204546687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled-for-now.html' title='Untitled .. for now'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3867203979097528450</id><published>2008-09-27T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:02:30.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Car</title><content type='html'>So this last tuesday i got a car, woot woot! Yea im really excited (no matter how girly jay thinks it is), i got a 97' sunfire GT in amazing condition. i cant really think of anything else to write so ill get some pics up of it in a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3867203979097528450?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3867203979097528450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3867203979097528450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3867203979097528450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3867203979097528450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-car.html' title='I got a Car'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-529558885110022355</id><published>2008-09-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:25:36.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew her, but yet my heart aches</title><content type='html'>One year today, events unfold&lt;br /&gt;On the trail of life&lt;br /&gt;As if a tree has fallen&lt;br /&gt;The ground of my life shaken.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I didn't know her&lt;br /&gt;But Knowing how close you two were,&lt;br /&gt;She would be so happy to know&lt;br /&gt;That you would go to the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Talk to every one about this cause&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the bond between the friends&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing about it brings me to tears&lt;br /&gt;Fears cast away, worries abolished&lt;br /&gt;Because Dancing with Jesus is the cure&lt;br /&gt;Many things can bring back memories&lt;br /&gt;Things that bring a smile to your face&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a tear to your eye&lt;br /&gt;Peace strewn over you like a blanket&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming calm&lt;br /&gt;Just to know that She is walking with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But only one set of footprints is to be seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-529558885110022355?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/529558885110022355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=529558885110022355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/529558885110022355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/529558885110022355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-never-knew-but-yet-my-heart-aches.html' title='I never knew her, but yet my heart aches'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8959794973140738691</id><published>2008-09-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:24:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are we?</title><content type='html'>Created for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Right here on earth&lt;br /&gt;Seeking out the shadows, the light&lt;br /&gt;Desperation to discover who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Decipher&lt;/span&gt; our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;We research, experiment&lt;br /&gt;Our futile efforts are in vein&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are looking,&lt;br /&gt;In all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;Striving to unravel our own fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Finally looking to God&lt;br /&gt;What we find is a father, Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Soft words spoken over our small life&lt;br /&gt;Words that encourage, build up&lt;br /&gt;Through this rhetoric we find what this is.&lt;br /&gt;That God has a plan laid out for us&lt;br /&gt;Our book opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Popping up, images of our life&lt;br /&gt;Who we are, discovered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8959794973140738691?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8959794973140738691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8959794973140738691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8959794973140738691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8959794973140738691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-we.html' title='Who are we?'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3198935737464126822</id><published>2008-09-14T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:47:17.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To live, To love</title><content type='html'>To live and to love&lt;br /&gt;Never having felt such e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming joy, contentment&lt;br /&gt;Vocalizing the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;These words pierce my very soul&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sparkle as their name is said&lt;br /&gt;Can't speak the words from my head&lt;br /&gt;Mouth numb, throat dry&lt;br /&gt;Warmth straight from you&lt;br /&gt;Calms this very heart&lt;br /&gt;Your smell drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, Your smile&lt;br /&gt;Are what keep this heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;Straining to keep my composure&lt;br /&gt;Struggleing to stay on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Oh how easy it would be,&lt;br /&gt;To callapse into each others arms for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3198935737464126822?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3198935737464126822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3198935737464126822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3198935737464126822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3198935737464126822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-live-to-love.html' title='To live, To love'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6258570198330671012</id><published>2008-09-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:39:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the heart in love</title><content type='html'>Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Heart racing so fast&lt;br /&gt;This dream coming true&lt;br /&gt;I never thought,&lt;br /&gt;That I would ever find someone,&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldnt have to be,&lt;br /&gt;Subject to change.&lt;br /&gt;Known you for so long&lt;br /&gt;Next to Forever it seems to short&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it could happen this fast&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it will endure the test of time&lt;br /&gt;Built on the Rock&lt;br /&gt;Not on the Shale&lt;br /&gt;This structure is called love&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on the edge of love for a while&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I fell.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6258570198330671012?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6258570198330671012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6258570198330671012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6258570198330671012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6258570198330671012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-from-heart-in-love.html' title='Thoughts from the heart in love'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5370931125666124020</id><published>2008-09-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:39:47.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt,Blood,Fear</title><content type='html'>Twisted minds, twisted faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bullets&lt;/span&gt; flying with blood spraying&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the trenches with hundreds of others&lt;br /&gt;Futile attempts at victory&lt;br /&gt;Dirt flying at the faces of pain&lt;br /&gt;Shell shocked minds,&lt;br /&gt;Shrapnel torn lives&lt;br /&gt;War at its worst, millions die&lt;br /&gt;It's notabout who's right,&lt;br /&gt;It's about who is left&lt;br /&gt;In the Aftermath&lt;br /&gt;In the obliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem and my one about hitler have both been inspired by my history class so i thought i would write them right there while watching the movies about the world wars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5370931125666124020?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5370931125666124020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5370931125666124020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5370931125666124020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5370931125666124020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/dirtbloodfear.html' title='Dirt,Blood,Fear'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5433541463273113850</id><published>2008-09-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:13:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark to Blaze</title><content type='html'>Spark, a tiny resemblance of flame&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a cloth that spark takes flight&lt;br /&gt;Spark to Fire, Fire to Blaze&lt;br /&gt;Raging fire storm for Christ&lt;br /&gt;Shining light given off&lt;br /&gt;Enveloping the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Every corner bright&lt;br /&gt;Those hidding from the light cringe,&lt;br /&gt;Then realize hate isnt right&lt;br /&gt;Rock bottom is where some of us are at&lt;br /&gt;No where else to turn but to God&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to say or what to do&lt;br /&gt;We cry out, our souls flowing out of our mouth&lt;br /&gt;Verbalized are our hurts, are our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;This flame never to fizzle&lt;br /&gt;This flame never to die out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5433541463273113850?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5433541463273113850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5433541463273113850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5433541463273113850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5433541463273113850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/spark-to-blaze.html' title='Spark to Blaze'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4023409232141796545</id><published>2008-09-10T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:03:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THRIVE!</title><content type='html'>Well tonight was the kick off of THRIVE youth church ^_^ and im am so excited for what is to come.  Al lthe goals set for this youthgroup all i can say is "LETS DO IT" i am just so excited for the growth that is going to go on spiritualy and in size.  I know our God will be there with us in our works and goals, and if we dont accomplish them this year who cares it will happen and FRIK IM EXCITED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4023409232141796545?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4023409232141796545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4023409232141796545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4023409232141796545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4023409232141796545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/thrive.html' title='THRIVE!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8636231566099539315</id><published>2008-09-09T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:23:50.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilter's a jerk bag to say the least</title><content type='html'>Taken from our families&lt;br /&gt;Exiled and starved&lt;br /&gt;Thrown in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Our mouths stiched shut in their minds&lt;br /&gt;Opinions disregarded&lt;br /&gt;Skin stretched tight, mummified alive&lt;br /&gt;Bodies consuming themselves&lt;br /&gt;Deteriation from the inner being&lt;br /&gt;Skeletal figures of man&lt;br /&gt;Gased and burned alive&lt;br /&gt;Their ashes asend to the air&lt;br /&gt;Torturers breathe in the prisoners&lt;br /&gt;Tossed in a pit, Starved&lt;br /&gt;Haulacaust full force&lt;br /&gt;Hated for no reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8636231566099539315?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8636231566099539315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8636231566099539315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8636231566099539315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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because they are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; color&lt;br /&gt;Just because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fit in&lt;br /&gt;Just because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; "perfection"&lt;br /&gt;The Shallowness of our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Scrape the surface, and that is all we see&lt;br /&gt;Abhored, tears flow down our face&lt;br /&gt;Racsism is rampant, I can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;My soul is a open wound for your pain&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to respond&lt;br /&gt;Or how to act&lt;br /&gt;The weapon of words, is also the healer&lt;br /&gt;Speak up tell those who care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-773823507846323482?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4183763154612007490</id><published>2008-09-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:01:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading is scetchy</title><content type='html'>Anticipation tied to fear&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety mixed with Calmness&lt;br /&gt;Last time ever walking into this structure&lt;br /&gt;Never to walk the narrows again&lt;br /&gt;Leaving into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Full of trepidation&lt;br /&gt;Leaving what you have always known&lt;br /&gt;Walking blindly into life&lt;br /&gt;With only few things to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;Or where to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4183763154612007490?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-1106416266573204150</id><published>2008-09-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:11:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest Hearts still break</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the Back of the room&lt;br /&gt;In silence, wondering if this is it&lt;br /&gt;In darkness, wanting change&lt;br /&gt;Crying out, and crying within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on your heart&lt;br /&gt;Softening it to the ones that love you&lt;br /&gt;God speaks to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears sewn shut to the world&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring those that love&lt;br /&gt;Hurts beyond comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Seeking, Straining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that is apon this man,&lt;br /&gt;Finaly breaks though&lt;br /&gt;Darkness shattered, Sudden understanding&lt;br /&gt;Blinding like a flood light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiches fall, Smile shown&lt;br /&gt;Hearing once more the words of love&lt;br /&gt;Hurts Abolished, no more strain&lt;br /&gt;No more seeking the one love is found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-1106416266573204150?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/1106416266573204150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=1106416266573204150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1106416266573204150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1106416266573204150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardest-hearts-still-break.html' title='Hardest Hearts still break'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6510856463017076933</id><published>2008-09-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:40:28.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive in</title><content type='html'>Just Dive in im here for you&lt;br /&gt;Trust me it will work out&lt;br /&gt;Dont be nervous&lt;br /&gt;Dont fear&lt;br /&gt;Dont wonder what if&lt;br /&gt;Because im here.&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out to you God&lt;br /&gt;I pray and you answer&lt;br /&gt;I ask and you give&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wonder&lt;br /&gt;You placed her in my life&lt;br /&gt;Im forever greatful&lt;br /&gt;With tears running down my face&lt;br /&gt;I cry your name&lt;br /&gt;With words of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight was a... well life changer for sure.  As many of you know Sam and I have liked each other for a while, And as i was driving back to Matts house to drive her home i cryed out to God asking him "what should i do" .  His answer was ... "dive in Russel im here for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and as i pulled it to Sams house i asked her the big Question.  That took so much off my heart. and all that was replaced with Joy and the worlds most strongest of happyness. There are no words for the way i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6510856463017076933?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6510856463017076933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6510856463017076933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6510856463017076933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6510856463017076933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/09/dive-in.html' title='Dive in'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-1161311212456449889</id><published>2008-08-31T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:10:46.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Feelings</title><content type='html'>Sitting here wondering&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here loving&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here crying&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pouring out&lt;br /&gt;No words to explain this&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can do to contain myself&lt;br /&gt;The day is near when we will unite&lt;br /&gt;My soul is ripping out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy flowing down my face&lt;br /&gt;The feelings in my being are foreign&lt;br /&gt;Never felt them before&lt;br /&gt;Insides melting,&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can do to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your warmth keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you completes my day&lt;br /&gt;Hearing you, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Smelling you, makes me high&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here wondering&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here loving&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-1161311212456449889?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/1161311212456449889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=1161311212456449889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1161311212456449889'/><link rel='self' 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heart is flying, on fire for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Pounding, racing for you are resting on me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sleep, not able.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you rush like rain fall in my head&lt;br /&gt;So cold, your body keeps me warm&lt;br /&gt;Your touch keeps me alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-7608003236177311352?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/7608003236177311352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=7608003236177311352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7608003236177311352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7608003236177311352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-things.html' title='The Best Things'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6045135890933399905</id><published>2008-08-29T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:37:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>Well we started out last Sunday early in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hte&lt;/span&gt; morning packing our stuff into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hte&lt;/span&gt; bus to get ready to head to Camp 08.  We all knew that it would be amazing, although the rain did dampen the spirits at first. &lt;br /&gt;But after the first day the rain continued, and Camp as always was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutly&lt;/span&gt; amazing.  Also as usual God was there pouring out his love on all 200+ teens at this camp.  Through out all the games and fun God was at work in the background since the first night about 20 kids got saved (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;).  Tuesday came and there was a service on Freedom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Forgivness&lt;/span&gt; that night and P. Corey came up to me about 1 hour before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hte&lt;/span&gt; service and talked to me about my blog and asked me to write a poem for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hte&lt;/span&gt; night and asked me if i could share it during worship.  So i went back to my cabin and just sat there thinking about what i could write and as usual the words just kinda flowed onto the paper.  If any of you guys know me you will say that yea i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deffinitly&lt;/span&gt; do not like public speaking and i said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;htat&lt;/span&gt; to P. Corey and what he said next really hit me.  "Russel its not public speaking, its part of worship."  that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sentance&lt;/span&gt; rocked me and that night i said the poem to the camp during worship and when i got back to my seat i just broke down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Poem i Wrote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Falling Serenity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a Dark Place&lt;br /&gt;Once lost, but now found&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had blood drawn for us&lt;br /&gt;Freedom strewn over our lives&lt;br /&gt;Living in serenity, feels like falling&lt;br /&gt;People do us wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep we search ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Finding it in us to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the spirit&lt;br /&gt;We rest in his spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. night P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Derrik&lt;/span&gt; talked about giving and it was just so amazing the way he said it and the way the holy spirit talked through him to touch us on the subject.'&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. P. Danny talked abut serving.  It was also just amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; final night last night Pastor Terry spoke on just how much Jesus loves us and we just had an amazing time of ministry and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a single dry face in that room that night every one was broken down crying and a ton more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; got saved.  New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; were made and it was just so amazing at how God works in our lives and how he hits us in just the right places and how he speaks just what we need to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a couple other poems i wrote while i was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subtle Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on your back&lt;br /&gt;In the subtle silence&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Placeing a burden on your heart&lt;br /&gt;Not letting your faith become stagnant&lt;br /&gt;On fire for God, becoming ready&lt;br /&gt;To live for the cause&lt;br /&gt;Ready to lay down your life&lt;br /&gt;For the vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit and wonder.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;We stand and think .. How?&lt;br /&gt;We lay and ponder.. When?&lt;br /&gt;The hard questions,&lt;br /&gt;That know one knows,&lt;br /&gt;The answers to.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen here?&lt;br /&gt;It's left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;Leaving it up to God&lt;br /&gt;Our insomnia ceases&lt;br /&gt;We are calm knowing&lt;br /&gt;God is our Guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6045135890933399905?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6045135890933399905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6045135890933399905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6045135890933399905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6045135890933399905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8235813720491734729</id><published>2008-08-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:06:01.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp WOO</title><content type='html'>So yea if oyu didn't now im going to go to the foursquare youth camp up in chilliwack WOOO O so for hte next week i wont have anything posted but when i get back i will have alot to say and a bunch of poems to put up so i hope you come check it out when im back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8235813720491734729?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8235813720491734729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8235813720491734729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8235813720491734729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8235813720491734729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-woo.html' title='camp WOO'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-456797444457814697</id><published>2008-08-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:02:07.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days till camp</title><content type='html'>So yea im pretty excited, so excited that i havnt even packed yet and i have to work those last 2 days ...&gt;.&lt;  but yea its gunna be amazing as the new campers will have the experience and the chance to meet new ppl. So its gunna be amazing and we will have the chance to grow as friends and some of us will grow as leaders and others will grow as followers of Jesus.. well we will all grow in different ways and its just going to be amazing .. and i still hav eto pack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-456797444457814697?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/456797444457814697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=456797444457814697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/456797444457814697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/456797444457814697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-days-till-camp.html' title='2 days till camp'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4729309819986500990</id><published>2008-08-20T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:20:00.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart sing</title><content type='html'>Lying on your back&lt;br /&gt;In silent darkness&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you brightens the room&lt;br /&gt;Music playing making my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;Praising the Lord for what he has made&lt;br /&gt;We stop and look at the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of nature and each other&lt;br /&gt;Hearts pounding&lt;br /&gt;Going a million miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts flying&lt;br /&gt;Going a million miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;Time slowing&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute&lt;br /&gt;To a stop so we can be in this moment forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4729309819986500990?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4729309819986500990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4729309819986500990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4729309819986500990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4729309819986500990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-sing.html' title='Heart sing'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5041640189687532817</id><published>2008-08-20T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:21:31.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at work</title><content type='html'>Well today was my first day at thriftys bakery!!! I got there and Ursula took me around the store to meet every one and then we got to work.  So i was trained in almost all the ways of packaging ... which i did for 6 hours lol but it was sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5041640189687532817?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5041640189687532817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5041640189687532817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5041640189687532817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5041640189687532817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-at-work.html' title='First day at work'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6774646537227335796</id><published>2008-08-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:44:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift guys hang</title><content type='html'>Well it was pretty awesome not gunna lie, we went out to the driving range at muligans golf coarse and we jsut hung out and hit some ballz. was a great time of friends ship and just having fun with friends. After that we went to 7/11 and got slurpees and just walked around the airpark talking it was a good day despite the rain and wind but that is going away in a doy WOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6774646537227335796?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6774646537227335796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6774646537227335796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6774646537227335796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6774646537227335796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/shift-guys-hang.html' title='Shift guys hang'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4418207858729879882</id><published>2008-08-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:33:52.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather changer</title><content type='html'>Rain falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Weather never consistant&lt;br /&gt;Always changing, never staying&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you i look outside&lt;br /&gt;Causes the sun to shine on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you it's always bright&lt;br /&gt;Consistant is your smile&lt;br /&gt;The power to change the weather in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's raining&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful and bright all the time&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's raining&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4418207858729879882?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4418207858729879882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4418207858729879882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4418207858729879882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4418207858729879882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/weather-changer.html' title='Weather changer'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4551493139000539583</id><published>2008-08-18T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:54:13.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been waiting</title><content type='html'>Been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this would happen&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the future to come&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as light as air&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts only of you&lt;br /&gt;Your my angel without wings&lt;br /&gt;My insperation&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm instantly lost&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;Bringing one to my face&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your words&lt;br /&gt;My hearts flys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4551493139000539583?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4551493139000539583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4551493139000539583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4551493139000539583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4551493139000539583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-waiting.html' title='Been waiting'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-153459203307631728</id><published>2008-08-17T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:39:11.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>Floating on Clouds, detached from reality&lt;br /&gt;Heart soaring high on wings of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right, knowing that this is it&lt;br /&gt;God put us in this path called life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indescribable&lt;/span&gt; in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Only nothing this good is ever in a dream&lt;br /&gt;With out you I would crumble&lt;br /&gt;With out seeing your smile, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do&lt;br /&gt;Your voice calms my nerves&lt;br /&gt;All that i think about, minds racing&lt;br /&gt;Lasting to the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-153459203307631728?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/153459203307631728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=153459203307631728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/153459203307631728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/153459203307631728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-1445448870165925776</id><published>2008-08-17T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:47:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOO!</title><content type='html'>So yea im pretty pumped for this next month and a bit, Cause of youth kick off (any youth that read this .. you will wanna be there..) and cadres  are gunna be launched and im just so stoked for what God will do this year and what he will be doing through us leaders. And camp is in 1 week!!! wwoooo so yea that is gunna be amazing to for all the first years that will be there its going to be a fun and powerful time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-1445448870165925776?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/1445448870165925776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=1445448870165925776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1445448870165925776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1445448870165925776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/woooo.html' title='WOOOO!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8593073726131610654</id><published>2008-08-16T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:42:04.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired to Inspire</title><content type='html'>Invigoration flowing through your heart&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm towards the things at hand&lt;br /&gt;Around the Corner we are ready to start&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspirer&lt;/span&gt; the holy one&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to pick up the cause&lt;br /&gt;To own the vision, that you may die&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; that you have&lt;br /&gt;Playing to our strengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Causing&lt;/span&gt; our weaknesses to shrink&lt;br /&gt;As we possess the dreams&lt;br /&gt;As we live for the greater good&lt;br /&gt;Our shadow mission is defeated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8593073726131610654?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8593073726131610654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8593073726131610654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8593073726131610654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8593073726131610654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspired-to-inspire.html' title='Inspired to Inspire'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2043674371429976343</id><published>2008-08-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:05:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we had the leadership summit, last night we watched 2 videos and there was so much teaching that my brain hurt a wee bit but i was so good as well.&lt;br /&gt;Bill Hybels Talked about a vision to die for and that we must own our visions to see them take flight and not just be hirelings that would split as soon as trouble happened. That we shouold be willing to die for our visions. Today we watched 4 videos and P. Craig talked about getting first tiem guests in the church to being ful ltime family members, and how we really need to be loving people and how just to get them "fused" into the church.  There was so much other teaching and it was all so good, and i learned so much as well as got hit with stuff i have problems with and thta i need to face them head on and work those out.  That we all need to build on our strenths and in that our weaknesses will be strenthed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also touched when sheila pulled me and Sam aside and told us that some of the church leaders ie. P. Scott, have been reading our blogs and that they were inspired by what they had read there and had seen some of our poetry and they wanted us to get on board to write a poem for thanksgiving.  We will be praying about this and thinking it over to find out exactly what God wants us to say as he will speak through us.  The poetry would be going along to Pictures taken by the photography team aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on one of the breaks after watching the Richard Curtis interveiw, some of the youth (Me, Sam,Jesse,Matt and Jason) figured out that we wanted to raise $100,000 and go to africa sometime in the future and bring a small village that had nothing at all, everything.  We would be building them houses, churches, schoolhouse, and all other stuff like that.  I right away was pretty stoked, a fire just lit in my heart at the idea of doing this. So we are reaserching what we would need to do and how much and all the other details like that but it would just be so amazing to give a place that had nothing.. everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2043674371429976343?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2043674371429976343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2043674371429976343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2043674371429976343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2043674371429976343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/awesome-weekend.html' title='Awesome weekend'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-4912399631691806258</id><published>2008-08-15T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:02:25.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Glistening in the sun light&lt;br /&gt;Mirror like surface reflecting the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of the mountains on either side&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying looking so majestic&lt;br /&gt;The love of God so clearly displayed&lt;br /&gt;That he would create this wonder just for us&lt;br /&gt;Fish leaping from the lake&lt;br /&gt;Rings running from it&lt;br /&gt;Perfect reflections of life living in the water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-4912399631691806258?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/4912399631691806258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=4912399631691806258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4912399631691806258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/4912399631691806258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8919966584714882611</id><published>2008-08-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:53:21.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So i got some new freekin sweet shoes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6nnvLfcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7w0O22irn7o/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234865700476779970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6nnvLfcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7w0O22irn7o/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6nwD1mEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DmHUeii_Pxs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234865702710908994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6nwD1mEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DmHUeii_Pxs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6oMejbRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qfh_WWeIOVw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234865710339157266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6oMejbRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qfh_WWeIOVw/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea i was walking around in winners hoping to find some sweet shoes cause every time i go there all the good stuff is gone then i put my eyes on these bad boys!!! I also got a sweet oneil shirt and some jeans i was pretty stoked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8919966584714882611?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8919966584714882611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8919966584714882611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8919966584714882611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/8919966584714882611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-got-some-new-freekin-sweet-shoes.html' title='So i got some new freekin sweet shoes!!!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bU0uCehkvQg/SKX6nnvLfcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7w0O22irn7o/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6776343869324151967</id><published>2008-08-14T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:51:20.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit and wonder</title><content type='html'>Well today i went hiking with a couple of my greatest friends (Sam, jason,kelsey, and jesse) and it was just amazing. The weather is finaly back to its hot hot hot, which is simply DIVINE!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were sitting on the rocks looking over battleship lake, we were just sitting in silence enjoying the veiw over the galssy water and the slight breeze all in the valley of the mountains.  I was just in awe of how awesome God is, that he loved us so much that he would create this world with all the beautiful this just like that.  Things like this just hit me hard that we have these things all around us but we never take time to stop and smell the flowers or jsut sit and take in  the beauty.  Instead we through are garbage all over and wreck this surface that we call home.  Just like what Pastor Scott said in his blog post "Psalm 8 where it says, "...You [God] put us in charge of Your handcrafted world...".  And yes we drive cars and polute it liek that but even the little things count like picking up garbage when you see it or other small things liek that that make the huge impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6776343869324151967?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6776343869324151967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6776343869324151967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6776343869324151967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6776343869324151967'/><link 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soul&lt;br /&gt;Pouring out love to these children&lt;br /&gt;They sit in class learning about their creator&lt;br /&gt;Praising his name, as they thank the people&lt;br /&gt;That cared enough for another life&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far away&lt;br /&gt;These children still deserve a chance at greatness&lt;br /&gt;A chance to grow in the God that created them&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping for one moment to curse him&lt;br /&gt;Not resenting where they were born&lt;br /&gt;But loving him with all their hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3826468343887851632?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3826468343887851632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3826468343887851632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3826468343887851632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3826468343887851632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/poverty.html' title='Poverty'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-965961827652163051</id><published>2008-08-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:05:10.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>Blood red sky, light outlining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Flame licking at the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to leave grasping at the night&lt;br /&gt;Hills swallowing the burning ember&lt;br /&gt;Fire, the forests worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Trees consuming the inferno&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for its life to escape the gloom&lt;br /&gt;The Battle has started and onlookers stare&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the struggle that is going on&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Tortured is the conflagration in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Romantic, and beuatiful is this war&lt;br /&gt;Defeated the Sun falls, only to rise again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-965961827652163051?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/965961827652163051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=965961827652163051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/965961827652163051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/965961827652163051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-3805666428141222956</id><published>2008-08-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:03:04.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in shape</title><content type='html'>Well i just realized how out of shape i am for a skinny guy like myself lol.. so I am going to make a commitment to go for a run alteast once a day and maybe workout a wee bit aswell, not only will this get me more healthy but i will be less bored in my day.  (and i need the excersize to grad.. but that is beside the point), this is a big step for me since you know im the kind of person who doesnt like excersize, but today i ran for a good 40 mins soo woo me lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-3805666428141222956?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/3805666428141222956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=3805666428141222956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3805666428141222956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/3805666428141222956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-in-shape.html' title='Getting in shape'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-277831629024385783</id><published>2008-08-11T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:13:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>This feeling inside of me, is unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;Its like my heart is going to rip out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;Breathing slows, can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Get all shacky, overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;This time it just feels right, not like the others&lt;br /&gt;This time my heart is pounding not like the others&lt;br /&gt;This time words wont come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause all that is there is you&lt;br /&gt;God speaks guidance, he is there&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as he watches&lt;br /&gt;His path unfolds, reveiling what is true&lt;br /&gt;Confirming the notions&lt;br /&gt;We pray to God&lt;br /&gt;That he stir up a passion in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To live for him and spread the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-277831629024385783?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/277831629024385783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=277831629024385783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/277831629024385783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/277831629024385783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-7971895582086022368</id><published>2008-08-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:01:51.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all hope seems lost</title><content type='html'>Doubt, deception encrypted in our minds&lt;br /&gt;Till hope is gone, no where to turn&lt;br /&gt;Always swore we wouldnt turn to drugs&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt seem to matter now&lt;br /&gt;Just a joint, just a few brownies&lt;br /&gt;Concequeses arn't thought of&lt;br /&gt;Just a way to escape reality for just a few hours&lt;br /&gt;Then back to this hell&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that God is just waiting&lt;br /&gt;For when you realize what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;Passed out in the hospital, you cry&lt;br /&gt;As the reality clicks in&lt;br /&gt;Guilt sets in knowing that in desperation&lt;br /&gt;You turned to substance instead of spirit&lt;br /&gt;Friends all around careing and praying&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow over the cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the presents of God&lt;br /&gt;The love of God is resting on your shoudlers&lt;br /&gt;Even though you took one thousand steps away&lt;br /&gt;It's only one to get back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-7971895582086022368?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/7971895582086022368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=7971895582086022368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7971895582086022368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/7971895582086022368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-all-hope-seems-lost.html' title='When all hope seems lost'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-784067708919111860</id><published>2008-08-10T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:55:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life recently</title><content type='html'>Well in this past year i've grown so much more in who i am in God and every thing but just recently iv just been pressing in way more. The diference is huge in my life, like i never use to just worship when ever would only do it on wed. and sun. but jsut a few days ago i decided "hey why not" so i tossed on some hillsongs and just worshiped, and guess what it was one of the most powerfull times of worship iv had in a Loong time, so if you just take the time to slow down in life and jsut have your moments wiht God and just listen to his voice, things just go better.  With all the great friends and leaders all around me to help me grown in Christ has been such a blessing on my life as i reflect this last year, jason always speaking encouragement has been huge( thanks so much man) and friends like Sam and Matt and hte rest of the youth church leadership team, just want to say you guys are so amazing and i love every one of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wanna just encourage every one who reads this just take time to sit back and have your moments with God in the silence, cause in doing this iv discovered talents that i didnt even know were there as well as passions for worship and other things liek this so, i hope as you read this its encouraging and uplifting.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-784067708919111860?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/784067708919111860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=784067708919111860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/784067708919111860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/784067708919111860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-recently.html' title='life recently'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-6064146042029158401</id><published>2008-08-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:03:23.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>Sitting in awe of the presents of God&lt;br /&gt;Praising his name, you sing&lt;br /&gt;Talking to your father in heaven&lt;br /&gt;In the troubles of your life there is reasurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the stillness His voice is heard&lt;br /&gt;Letting us know how he loves us&lt;br /&gt;Knowing everything about us&lt;br /&gt;Pouring out his love and pride over his children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice plucks our heart strings&lt;br /&gt;Emotions run high, tears flow&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the love of God&lt;br /&gt;Holding you in his hands never letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are singing to our almighty father&lt;br /&gt;His confidence is good, he knows he is God&lt;br /&gt;The praise is to him but for us&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones that struggle, and need the love&lt;br /&gt;So just sit back and let God love you and love him back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6064146042029158401?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6064146042029158401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6064146042029158401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6064146042029158401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6064146042029158401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2456728361557783169</id><published>2008-08-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:01:34.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Machines</title><content type='html'>The disassembled apparatus sits in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Requiring attention the parts rust&lt;br /&gt;Not usefull anymore people walk by ignoreing it&lt;br /&gt;Decommissioned, wires spread out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once standing tall, magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Serving people as if it loved them&lt;br /&gt;Got out of control it was worshiped&lt;br /&gt;Deus Ex Machina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One individual recognized how mistaken it was&lt;br /&gt;He pilfered it, then dashed the head of this beast&lt;br /&gt;Citizens in outrage, asphyxiated this boy&lt;br /&gt;Idolization was over back to routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what had once been revered&lt;br /&gt;Resting in a pool of bloody oil&lt;br /&gt;The machines cold cadaver&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be fixed and brought back once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dues ex machina---latin for god from a machine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2456728361557783169?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2456728361557783169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2456728361557783169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2456728361557783169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2456728361557783169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/machines.html' title='Machines'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5824374968168592997</id><published>2008-08-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:00:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Melodic harmony surges through the air&lt;br /&gt;Lyrical lamentations touch the abyss of your being&lt;br /&gt;Sound so full of passion flows through your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresistable reverberation&lt;br /&gt;Silence is severed by this noise&lt;br /&gt;Poetic expressions well up inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sit still or become stagnant&lt;br /&gt;Cosumed but constant motion&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility, relaxation&lt;br /&gt;Resonant echo calms the nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhetoric can raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;As long as you speak with ardor&lt;br /&gt;Loathing is evicted from your heart&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty of this music can heal all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5824374968168592997?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5824374968168592997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5824374968168592997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5824374968168592997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5824374968168592997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-1361736152889139894</id><published>2008-08-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:59:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Thoughts rush through the mind of the young&lt;br /&gt;Emotion cluttererd all throughout your head&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do walking in blindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies assult your stomache&lt;br /&gt;Can't describe the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and smiling for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Even speach seems hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, constant actions&lt;br /&gt;Laying on your back looking into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating what to do next, not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting was the best option, Decisions made&lt;br /&gt;It will all work out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-1361736152889139894?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/1361736152889139894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=1361736152889139894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1361736152889139894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1361736152889139894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-5068053090739976529</id><published>2008-08-10T19:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:58:33.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>Blistering heat calms the nerves&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the presents of this utopia&lt;br /&gt;Soft sand on your back as you bask in its glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden streets lined with giant palms&lt;br /&gt;Coudn't be more magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky, clean atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peering down apon yourself realizing&lt;br /&gt;That heaven was closer than anticipated&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your self laying there in the filth&lt;br /&gt;While siting by your fathers side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-5068053090739976529?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/5068053090739976529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=5068053090739976529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5068053090739976529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/5068053090739976529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2226840739699034001</id><published>2008-08-10T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:57:32.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The leper</title><content type='html'>Diseased flesh hangs off the bones,&lt;br /&gt;Desecrated is their life,&lt;br /&gt;Hope disintegrated, conscience depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunned from population,&lt;br /&gt;Even his own kind banish the living corpse,&lt;br /&gt;Screams are heard as people run in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synapses fail, thinking ceases&lt;br /&gt;Wretched looking cadaver,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing is no longer an option,&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled to the floor, his dream acheived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2226840739699034001?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2226840739699034001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2226840739699034001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2226840739699034001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2226840739699034001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/leper.html' title='The leper'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-2485547556832421397</id><published>2008-08-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:56:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Glowing stars penetrate the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Silence is ruptured as explosions sound&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmingly beautiful array of light&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are removed from the vicinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy clouds of gunpowder hang overhead&lt;br /&gt;Nostrils are filled with the wretched odor&lt;br /&gt;Yet eyes are still immovable from the display above&lt;br /&gt;Cheers seem to be whispers alongside the explosions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals whimper and whine at the sound&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what is taking place&lt;br /&gt;Allthough its a celebration&lt;br /&gt;They sit in fear, dreading what will happen next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is returned unscathed&lt;br /&gt;Darkness creeps back to every corner&lt;br /&gt;All that is left is the stars up in the expance of space&lt;br /&gt;Which are now shunned from the onlookers&lt;br /&gt;Since the show is over they scurry away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-2485547556832421397?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/2485547556832421397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=2485547556832421397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2485547556832421397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/2485547556832421397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-1357971455395985588</id><published>2008-08-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:55:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofino morning</title><content type='html'>Gloomy mist hangs over head,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting, not showing the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding, collapsing over the bodies&lt;br /&gt;Constricting, all the senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking out what you think is there&lt;br /&gt;Walking over the sand, stepping on every grain&lt;br /&gt;Accustomed to the sensation of being walked on&lt;br /&gt;Damp from the constant cloud around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing, prowling, the waves seek the prey&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after inocent victims&lt;br /&gt;Once again the Wave is conquered&lt;br /&gt;Sulking back into the depths of the mysterious darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind blows away the constricting mist&lt;br /&gt;Clarity is acheived, cheers are uttered&lt;br /&gt;As conceited fools we boast&lt;br /&gt;Tripping over our victories, we fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-1357971455395985588?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/1357971455395985588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=1357971455395985588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1357971455395985588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/1357971455395985588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/tofino-morning.html' title='Tofino morning'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145538709538160803.post-8665223312346063980</id><published>2008-08-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:53:49.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants life (the poem that started it all)</title><content type='html'>The Burning inferno, the source of light&lt;br /&gt;Ostracized it seems out in the vast expance&lt;br /&gt;Yet it still gives us warmth,&lt;br /&gt;until the clouds steal it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants cry out in anguish, a straining plee&lt;br /&gt;They live no more the source of life is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Posture is slumped breath gone, sustinance depleted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straining to escape the dark, the light fights&lt;br /&gt;Prevailing, the misty presents is ripped out of exsistance&lt;br /&gt;Blinding all that seek it, shadowing all that cringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping the plants sits up, it's plee answered&lt;br /&gt;Anguish extinguished, breathing deep&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing, as the foot falls on to its small life&lt;br /&gt;Snuffing out what once was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-8665223312346063980?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/8665223312346063980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=8665223312346063980' title='0 Comments'/><link 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world!</title><content type='html'>Well as you can see I finaly gave in and made a blog.  I have been thinking about making one for a while, but after some thought (and jason telling me i should make one :P ) well.. I did it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is probably mainly gunna be poetry i write and the odd thing of stuff that happens in my walk with God.  This may include random things like vids or pics, and other things i encounter in life. So I will be posting again soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145538709538160803-6072781529817498420?l=russellarson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/feeds/6072781529817498420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6145538709538160803&amp;postID=6072781529817498420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6072781529817498420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145538709538160803/posts/default/6072781529817498420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://russellarson.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-i-jsut-joined-blogging-world.html' title='Well I jsut joined the blogging world!'/><author><name>Russel_larson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606608324269354118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
