<?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-3487257711083069794</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:47:29.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde thoughts on living loud and loving life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072502669725615436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTfi-vuqIrc/SKsrIqSKcjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PMbnJybKQL4/S220/m_6476b833086057ba9af31cd5d33cbb80.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487257711083069794.post-8848252454367955879</id><published>2008-08-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:57:55.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fay is done, gone the sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just have to giggle.  I don't know what it is but EVERY time the forecasters predict a tropical storm or hurricane coming our way, Alan (my husband) gets sooo excited.  When it doesn't "manifest" like it is supposed to, he is completely disappointed.  Hence his facebook status this morning after waking up to partly cloudy skies when he was anticipating a deluge...."Why did Fay stand me up?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is really quite sick.  But then again, a little humorous as I hear him talk with other maniacal men who feel the same way!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does it call to that need to be a chivalrous one?  I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that make you say, "hhmmmmm"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487257711083069794-8848252454367955879?l=kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/8848252454367955879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487257711083069794&amp;postID=8848252454367955879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/8848252454367955879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/8848252454367955879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/08/fay-is-done-gone-sun.html' title='Fay is done, gone the sun...'/><author><name>Kellie Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072502669725615436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTfi-vuqIrc/SKsrIqSKcjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PMbnJybKQL4/S220/m_6476b833086057ba9af31cd5d33cbb80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487257711083069794.post-927969797629249292</id><published>2008-08-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:29:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day is Done....ALREADY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aww man!  TOTALLY forgot about the blog today.  OOPS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gon make up for it this weekend as it looks like we will be spending much the time indoors thanks to T.S. Fay.  WOOO HOOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pantry stocked - movies rented.  We READY!  Bring it on!  Good Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487257711083069794-927969797629249292?l=kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/927969797629249292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487257711083069794&amp;postID=927969797629249292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/927969797629249292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/927969797629249292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-is-donealready.html' title='Day is Done....ALREADY!'/><author><name>Kellie Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072502669725615436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTfi-vuqIrc/SKsrIqSKcjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PMbnJybKQL4/S220/m_6476b833086057ba9af31cd5d33cbb80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487257711083069794.post-696668774116342159</id><published>2008-08-21T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:46:54.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Axiom Rose" - Take Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there I was...mindin' my own biznez drivin' along in my car.  I reached down to grab hold of my soul-soothin', extra-hot latte with no foam when my misguided hand accidentally hit the button on my radio and sent my signal from Power 88 to "The Pirate" - best of the 70s, 80s and 90s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without even knowing what was happening, all of the sudden, my head began to slam backwards and forwards. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fear not!  the following description has nothing to do with spewing green stuff or the likes)&lt;/span&gt;  My hand started beating out the rhythm on the steering wheel when I broke out into my best helium-pitched soprano and sang along with Axle Rose and all of his screeching background guitars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take me down to the very last city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh won't you please take me hooommmeee yaahaa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I am thinking maybe those are the only words to the entire song because Axle and I must have sang it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 5 times as I cruised up Cottage Hill Rd.  In a flash, the song was over and I had come back to the 21st century (after a slight mental trip back to the twelfth grade - permed hair, bandanas around the pantleg, swatch watches, jelly bracelets...the whole bit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought to myself - "how in the world is it that I can remember the words to 20 year old songs and yet I cannot, at times remember what I did yesterday or where I put that piece of paper this morning?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don't get it!  Does anyone have some explanation for that little file drawer in the head that files away every last lyric to every last song heard.  How 'bout suggestions as to how to put OTHER thoughts etc. into that file?  Anyone know what I am talking about?  SHEEZ!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thinking if only I could have sang my way through 10th grade Geometry!......  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, Axle Rose singing his hit debut -  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pythagorean Paradise"  &lt;/span&gt;Now THAT would have been helpful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487257711083069794-696668774116342159?l=kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/696668774116342159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487257711083069794&amp;postID=696668774116342159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/696668774116342159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/696668774116342159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-there-i-was.html' title='&quot;Axiom Rose&quot; - Take Me Home'/><author><name>Kellie Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072502669725615436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTfi-vuqIrc/SKsrIqSKcjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PMbnJybKQL4/S220/m_6476b833086057ba9af31cd5d33cbb80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487257711083069794.post-2874720854201583083</id><published>2008-08-20T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:28:01.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have been but HE IS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_bv/kirk-franklin-newswire-335a120506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_bv/kirk-franklin-newswire-335a120506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I saw this really cool you tube of Kirk Franklin.  He was talking about how we as humans are the only ones who reminisce.  We love to talk about what we were ie.  "I was a swimmer." or "I was President of my class".  We also say things like, "When I grow up I will be a _______."  But you see, God is not like us.  He never says anything of the sorts.  He doesn't say, "I used to be" or "One day I might be".  He simply says, "I AM".  Yesterday.  Today.  Forever.  I AM.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no turning, no changing, no inconsistency with our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems there is so much shifting going on in our world these days. Corporately. Individually.  From politics to the pulpit to the personal, change seems to surround us in this season like never before.  BUT, today, I have been gently reminded that slap up in the middle of EVERY change, EVERY shift is the One who never changes - who never 'used to be' but always is.....I AM.  With that, I will sleep well tonight!  I pray you do too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487257711083069794-2874720854201583083?l=kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/2874720854201583083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487257711083069794&amp;postID=2874720854201583083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/2874720854201583083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/2874720854201583083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-but-he-is.html' title='I may have been but HE IS!'/><author><name>Kellie Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072502669725615436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTfi-vuqIrc/SKsrIqSKcjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PMbnJybKQL4/S220/m_6476b833086057ba9af31cd5d33cbb80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487257711083069794.post-8038744349241126947</id><published>2008-08-19T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:02:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sees.  He Knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was HOT!  Like Africa hot!  Your typical Mobile, August day - 85 degrees by 7:00 a.m. and only climbing from there.  So I decided to do what all insane people do when they suffer from OHS (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overly humidified syndrome) &lt;/span&gt;of the brain.  I went to the park to run.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, let me set something straight from the get go.  Many say to me, "I see you are a runner", but here's a little secret...I am not REALLY a runner, I am just someone who likes to crank their worship music up to an unhealthy level in their ipod, sing as loud as possible, and run to the beat.  It is not unusual for me to be spotted heading down Grelot road with hands thrown up in the air, nose scrunched and eyes squinted as I belt out the lyrics to "All Consuming Fire..." or the likes.  Worship is a full body experience for this blonde!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, as I did my warm up loop at Cottage Hill Park, I found my mind and prayers switching from the topic of "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does the sun have to be so hot?&lt;/span&gt;" to "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, are you there?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You see, Alan and I have entered a season of transition upon his recent "retirement" after 20 years in youth ministry - (the last 12 being at Christ Church here in Mobile).  It is a season of many questions...how? when? where?  what?  Some days are filled with many answers...others...not so much.  This day was one of the "others".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So as I was about ready to break out onto the open road one of my most favorite songs of this season came on my ipod...it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have decided, I have resolved, to wait upon You, Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Rock and Redeemer, my Shield and Reward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait upon You, Lord. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As surely as the sun will rise You'll come to us.  Certain as the dawn appears You'll come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll come, Let Your glory fall as you respond to us... Spirit rain...flood into our thirsty hearts again...You'll Come...You'll come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;We are not shaken, we are not moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;We wait upon You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Mighty Deliverer, My Triumph and Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;We wait upon You, Lord....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Disregarding all common sense (and indicators on my heart rate monitor), I began to run harder, singing with greater intensity. I was "goin at it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought about how many times in the Word we read that He REMEMBERED His covenant, He KEPT His promises to His children.. He HEARD their cries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His faithfulness was seen over and over and over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I remembered His "rememberings" and promises I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Lord, just knowing that you see....knowing that You know....let that be enough for me. Let me not have to have all the answers today.  Let my heart rest in knowing that You see, knowing that You know."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At that moment, out of nowhere, I felt one, then two, then many gentle rain drops as they fell from the perfectly sunny sky.  I giggled in my spirit thinking "OH GOD!  You do see!"  (Why, You even see how red my face is!)  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I made my way out of the park, I quickened my steps right before I turned the corner from Knollwood onto Grelot.  I made the turn still shouting out (notice "singing" was not the 'verbage' I used here)..."I have resolved to wait upon You, Lord..." and lo and behold, as I lifted my head, I saw IT... IT was FANTASTIC!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sweet Daddy had painted the most marvelous rainbow over the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; West Mobile sky.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was as if He was saying, in that moment, "Kellie, remember, I HAVE INDEED &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;.  I DO INDEED &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see &lt;/span&gt;and I ABSOLUTELY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;. I AM your covenant God.  Rest in that."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ahhhh....sigh.....He is JUST TOO MUCH sometimes!  Too much, I say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, if you find yourself today, wondering, "God, are you there?", rest assured that He is not just there....He is HERE and EVERYWHERE working it all out on YOUR BEHALF as He responds to you.....He SEES!  He KNOWS!  Take courage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487257711083069794-8038744349241126947?l=kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/8038744349241126947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487257711083069794&amp;postID=8038744349241126947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/8038744349241126947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487257711083069794/posts/default/8038744349241126947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-sees-he-knows.html' title='He Sees.  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