<?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-7279853282023243046</id><updated>2011-08-03T21:20:59.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Payne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-5657250115204783378</id><published>2010-04-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:06:46.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything that I am, not so much because of what I have experienced personally, but because of what I had watched people experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/7279853282023243046-5657250115204783378?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5657250115204783378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/5657250115204783378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/5657250115204783378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-2312949426324586115</id><published>2010-03-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:22:40.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Now 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This past weekend was a real blessing to me. We took our high school and middle school students to Camp Greenville which is on the North Carolina-South Carolina border. It was a truly amazing experience. First and foremost I was surprised by the unbelievable respect that our students showed. There were no bad attitudes, there were no disrespectful attitudes, and best of all there was no drama! The lessons on the trip were centered around worship and focused on different forms of worship that go beyond just sing praises and hymns to God. We explained things such as honoring God with your time and talents as well as checking your attitude daily. The worship service we had was absolutely amazing. We had a time of absolute since and set up stations for the students to visit freely while reflecting in silence. It was wonderful to see the students taking everything seriously and really opening up in worship. Our worship leader and his band did an outstanding job with the music. That night was an amazing experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the duration on the trip we enforced that there were to be no cell phones or electronic devices of any kind. I am proud o say that none, and I mean none of our students brought either with them. We came with a respect for what God could do in our lives and we were rewarded greatly for that. We had an amazing experience with God and a wonderful time enjoying the beauty of his creation. The First day was sunny and beautiful and the morning after we were literally inside of a cloud. It was truly the best D-Now we have had since I joined the Youth Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our memory verse for the weekend was Psalms 47: 5-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God has ascended with a mighty shout.&lt;br /&gt;     The L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; has ascended with trumpets blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sing praises to God, sing praises;&lt;br /&gt;     sing praises to our King, sing praises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For God is the King over all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;     Praise him with a psalm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sig" class="txt-sm" style="font-size: 12px; clear: both; margin-top: 50px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div id="sig" class="txt-sm" style="font-size: 12px; clear: both; margin-top: 50px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-2312949426324586115?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2312949426324586115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-now-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/2312949426324586115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/2312949426324586115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-now-2010.html' title='D-Now 2010'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-3779061710660653925</id><published>2010-03-24T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:31:43.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He will provide</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently, I had what I like to call a worry spell. What generally happens is I take all of the issues that I deal with on a daily basis and allow them to compile and fester until I break and end up going nuts for anywhere from a week to a month. Among the issues which plagued me were money, work, school, and the Awana's ministry at my church. For about a week I stewed over all of these things that seemed to be crumbling down around me. The other day I spoke with a friend of mine about all of this. Among all of the things that he said to me, one thing stood out. He said a very simple phrase that I had heard many times before. "God will provide." Now this was something that I new to be true and had actually been saying to myself for the duration of my worrying. However it only seemed to do some good after I heard someone else say it to me. It was at that point that I became aware of all of the blessings that God had been giving me. I have a secure job. I have family that is willing to let me live at home until I can go out on my own. I have a child at my job that is interested in visiting my church. I have a number of small onetime job opportunities that will fill in the gaps. Last and most definitely not least, I have a beautiful girl that God has put into my life and I have fallen in love with her. All of these are things that God has given me and yet I still insisted on worrying about things beyond my control. Part of dealing with life is realizing that it is always your fault. Wherever you are, what ever you're going through, you are there in that situation as a result of decisions you have made and the subsequent consequences of those decisions. I prayed about some things and made choices based on the spirit moving in my life. Those choices were not easy and God is taking me on a wild ride to where he wants me to be next. However, no matter how tough it gets, no matter how uneasy it makes you, God will provide. So take comfort. Part of dealing with life is realizing that it is always your fault. Wherever you are, what ever you're going through, you are there in that situation as a result of decisions you have made and the subsequent consequences of those decisions. I prayed about some things and made choices based on the spirit moving in my life. Those choices were not easy and God is taking me on a wild ride to where he wants me to be next. However, no matter how tough it gets, no matter how uneasy it makes you, God will provide. So take comfort. For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-3779061710660653925?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3779061710660653925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-will-provide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/3779061710660653925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/3779061710660653925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-will-provide.html' title='He will provide'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-4511163146067460118</id><published>2010-03-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:13:03.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love Is the Greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28626" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28627" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28628" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28629" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28630" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28631" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28632" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28633" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28634" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Now our knowledge is partial and incomplete, and even the gift of prophecy reveals only part of the whole picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28635" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; But when full understanding comes, these partial things will become useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28636" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28637" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Now we see things imperfectly as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28638" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-4511163146067460118?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4511163146067460118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/4511163146067460118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/4511163146067460118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is love....'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-7014252709991027997</id><published>2010-03-08T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:30:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nothing deep or intense today. No words of wisdom or crazy life stories. I'm just chillin on my couch next to my awesome girlfriend  and watching Ocean's 12. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule 31: You gotta enjoy the little things   :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-7014252709991027997?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7014252709991027997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/oceans-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/7014252709991027997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/7014252709991027997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/oceans-12.html' title='Ocean&apos;s 12'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-2401077458328998320</id><published>2010-03-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:11:22.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confess and be healed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This past weekend a few of the guys in my youth group went on a camping trip to Camp Highlands in North Georgia. It was really good. For me it was the second weekend in a row that I had just gone away from everything and let loose. However, this trip in particular was special. Our worship leader did a three part lesson on Manning Up. The second lesson that we had dealt with dealing with our sin. Our speaker threw it right out on the table from the start. Most of us have been taught the same misunderstood truth. We have been trying to get out of our sin through prayer, or reading the Bible, or just asking God for strength. While all of these things are good for growth, they really have nothing to do with getting rid of your sin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow! I was blown away. For a split second my heart sank. I truly thought to myself, "here's this guy who means well but truly doesn't know what he's talking about. " But what he said next to me to an entirely new level in my walk. Are you ready for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you get rid of sin is to confess it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That seemed to me to be an Uh oh! Oreo! moment. What I mean by that is I should have known that. In fact as I looked around the camp fire at the young men around me I noticed that we were all being hit with the same sinking feeling at the same time. We knew that this was true, but somewhere along the line it had slipped out of the equation. Our speaker went on to say that you not only need to confess to God, but in many cases you need to confess to other believers in order to gain encouragement. There is supposed to be a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camaraderie between believers that is shared so that we build each other up. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the trip, we as a group had decided to encourage each other to grow and cut the sarcasm out of our comment, and I was preparing a version of this lesson that i could deliver to our Awana's TNT group that night. I want to close by giving you three sets of verses that I hope will serve to encourage you in this area of confession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by confessing with your mouth that you are saved. Romans 10:10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results. James 5:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long. Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. Finally, I confessed all my sins to you and stopped trying to hide my guilt. I said to myself, “I will confess my rebellion to the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;.” And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone. Psalms 32:3-5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-2401077458328998320?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2401077458328998320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/confess-and-be-healed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/2401077458328998320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/2401077458328998320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/confess-and-be-healed.html' title='Confess and be healed'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-832321625109503768</id><published>2010-03-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:48:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are worth waiting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love a good challenge. The one that I've been faced with lately is not kissing my girlfriend. In heart I feel that kissing pretty much anywhere accept the hand and shoulder is the gateway to an entire world of temptation. Kissing excites the senses and puts you into a mode that, to be completely honest, puts your body into gear one of let's have sex. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's break it down: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A light kiss is fine, but eventually you want a more passionate kiss. From there you begin to make out. While making out you hands tend to wander and whether by accident or on purpose, you find something that you really like to touch. At this point curiosity comes in and close come off. Before you know it your in a place you didn't intend to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now you only need to have been in high school to know that this is true. It's easy to slip but it's hard to stay on the path. My girlfriend and I have decided to try and avoid slipping by just not kissing. I have to say that aside from the occasional need to just not look at each other it's been a pretty awesome first two weeks. I'm really getting to know this girl and am coming to a realization that she is truly something special and that I have some deep cares for her. I don't like saying that someone is "the one" for me. I don't know if she is and I'm not in a position to act on it if I did. I will say that from what I know of her she definitely fall into the category of girls I would consider marrying; which is definitely a small category when it comes to girls I know. To be plane though, my job, and every other guys for that matter, as a boyfriend is to protect the girl I am currently seeing. There are a few reasons for this and they are as follows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If she is the one that God has for me then I need to make sure that our relationship is one that honors Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If she is not the one that God has for me then I need to honor her future husband by not taking what was meant for the two of them to share in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I need to honor her and do my part to make sure that she stays pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So all of that being said, I think that it seems quite practical to go the extra measure to not fall. I mean if you were rock climbing would you want one safety line or two? Plus it makes room for more good stuff in the relationship. For those of you who want in on the awesomeness, here are some pointers to keep in mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Be open about the urge to kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Let each other know what you consider signals or stimulants for kissing so that you can  make it easier on each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Try not to be alone, or in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Don't sit in a car together unless it's in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Instead of just sitting there watching T.V, talk. Have good conversations. Get to know this  person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the things that are helping us stay true to our commitment. So if you are serious about wanting to honor God and your girlfriend then take a look at your weaknesses and do everything that God leads to in order that you might be delivered from your temptations. It will not be easy. It will not be fun. It will be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7279853282023243046-832321625109503768?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/832321625109503768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-things-are-worth-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/832321625109503768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/832321625109503768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-things-are-worth-waiting-for.html' title='Some things are worth waiting for.'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-8813491704912014392</id><published>2010-02-25T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:05:39.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing on, all my distress is going, going, gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Wow! Have the you ever just needed to get away. Have you ever had a conversation that you only thought possible in stories. Do you have a growing concern about the ratio between the rate at which you misplace items and or thoughts, the amount of time it takes for you to find said item and or thought, and the order in which you find them. All this and more, (or possibly less) or todays blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt; First things first: The job hunt continues.....yeah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Now onto new business.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt; That conversation that I was telling y'all about. It happened! I totally got it together and in so many words that sounded better than this does, would you like to date but not be physical on any level beyond a hug. She said yes, and not it wasn't just a "sure why not yes" but a " actually I'm kind feeling that way too yes." (as always I will critic myself in parenthesis, I could have said it was a sincere and mutual agreement) So now it seems I get to actually get to know someone on the level that you do when you date, and not have the shame and guilt of compromising. I myself am excited. I mean it's kind of liberating as opposed to the usual style of dating. I guess it's just cool to for once feel like I'm doing something right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt; If you want to God with your life, then it goes beyond giving of your time and talents. Your relationships should be appropriate when it comes to who, what, when, where, and why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Breakdown:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;  Who: are the people you spend time with? Are they Christians? If not then how much   time do you spend in their company?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;  What:is the purpose of the relationship? Is it encouragement? Are you growing as a  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;   believer? Are you witnessing?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;  When: do you spend time with people? Simple put, do you put of time with God to &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;   spend time with others?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;  Where: do you go? Does the relationship that your involved in take you to a place that &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;   occasion for the flesh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;  Why: are you in the relationship in question? Why do you spend time with the people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;   that you spend time with? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt; All of these questions should have answers that honor God. I am thankful to say that I am spending time with a young woman that loves God. I am able to share things that God has shown me through study. I laugh, I cut up, and I just have a good time. It's been about a week and I'm glad to say that having her become more involved in my life has been for the better. My priorities have stayed where they need to be. I miss hanging out with my best friend as much as I used to. Still we see each other on Sunday and Wednesday which has led to our hanging out being much more appreciated as well as our conversations being much more meaningful. Most of all, I am not being asked to compromise anything. This is something new for me as far as relationships go. I have never been about to just be with someone with the understanding that we like each other and we care about each other and let that be that. There has always been some kind of catch. That to me is a God thing. Am I saying that this girl is "the one". It's been a week. I don't believe in making those kind of judgements that fast just out of courtesy to everyone involved. However I will say this: she is something special; and I do believe with all my heart that God has something wonderful in store for both of use so long as we continue to honor him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-8813491704912014392?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8813491704912014392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/pressing-on-all-my-distress-is-going_25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/8813491704912014392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/8813491704912014392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/pressing-on-all-my-distress-is-going_25.html' title='Pressing on, all my distress is going, going, gone.'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-7258531783355137743</id><published>2010-02-18T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:58:50.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating....or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it weird that a single 21 year-old college student would find himself saying the words, i don't want to date. It's true. I do not want to date. However I  do want to spend time with a very nice young lady and get to know her a lot better. Basically I do want to date, but not really. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well that makes a ton of sense doesn't it. Though it seems as if I'm just jerking chain, I'm actually being serious. What I want, there is seemingly no word for. Let me lay it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First let us look at the terms we know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating: when two people become romantically involved; usually accompanied by some level of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;physical involvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courting: when two people become close over time with the intent of one date being married;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;usually unaccompanied by physical involvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, my desire is for something in the middle. I want to spend time with a wonderful girl, be there for her, and  get to know her better. While I am human and have human desires, the true desire of my heart is to not have a physical aspect of the relationship that goes past hugging and holding hands. To put it bluntly, whether your getting busy kissing or getting busy......getting busy, it's going to ruin some aspect of your relationship. So if this looks, sounds, and feels like courting (and it does) then why not just call it courting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REASONS!!!!!! Woohoo! Sweet clarity!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I have neither the time, means, maturity, or any other necessary traits and resources to get &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;married so why spend 2 to 3 years talking about it and going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Sadly, our society has moved out of the era were you could walk up to a member of the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;opposite sex that you are well acquainted with and in so many words say, "I think I want to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;marry you, would you like to spend sometime figuring this out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The 1950's gave us an era of prosperity and peace unheard of in the world in all the eras before (or just unprecedented). During that time american youth developed what was at the time a promiscuous for of flirtatious courting known as dating. Unlike courting, dating actually requires less more commitment to a person and less commitment to an standard of purity and virtue. Overtime, courting was integrated into dating as a stage or phase rather than  a separate process altogether. Unfortunately this has led to a massive increase in drama in the world that threatens to have us overrun with teenage girls flailing abut in the streets and teenage boys playing call of duty and raging out with no rest breaks for months at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call me old-fashioned  but I like the partial example of Bill Compton from True Blood. When  he becomes interested in a local waitress he simply asks her, "may I call on you sometime."  It's simple, you get the point across, and it's a hell of a lot more respectable than making sure you wait 'til the third date to make out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So there it is in all of its twisted glory. Am I alone in this. Does anybody else feel this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS RADIO NOWHERE! IS THERE ANYBODY ALIVE OUT THERE?!?!?!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank you Bruce Springteen.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/7279853282023243046-7258531783355137743?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7258531783355137743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/datingor-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/7258531783355137743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/7258531783355137743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/datingor-not.html' title='Dating....or not.'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-1676943065936774569</id><published>2010-02-16T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:44:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They that wait upon the Lord should bring a bagged lunch and a change of clothes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow. It's definitely been a while. Thankfully this is evidence that I'm not addicted to sharing my day to day with the world. Hurray for sanity and discipline...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I'm upset because I am at a very difficult cross roads. I need a summer job. This is nothing new of course since I work for the school district of Cobb County (which is off for 2 months in summer for all you texans). I usually work for a day camp but to be honest, the stress i get from there makes me nauseous every morning that I get up for work. On top of that, I have felt through the miracle of  prayer and the influence of the Holy Spirit that God truly wants me to be somewhere else since I am unable to go on mission trips and help out my youth minister. So I' m job hunting for a summer job. Unfortunately it seems that the sea has run out of fish. So these are the choices that I face at this moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I give up my search and go to my usual summer job accept that in the "real world" you can't always do what you feel God wants because society does make concessions for believers and there convictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I  can continue my search with the possibility that I might be at the mercy of folks needing their lawn mowed and accept that in the "real world" you can't always do what you feel God wants because society does make concessions for believers and there convictions. But, I  understand that I wasn't made for this world so I may just have to deal with not having as much money. (I have no bills so at this point in time I have the ability to say that. Thank you Jesus.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is my predicament. To be honest every time someone utters the phrase "real world" with any level of seriousness I feel moved by an unidentified force to beat them within an inch of their pathetic life. WHAT A LOAD OF HOG WASH!!! My world is not defined by the culture of the day. It is defined by the word of God and the leading of His spirit. I am lead to study to be a history teacher. I am lead to work in Awana's. I am lead to not consume alcohol or any mind altering substance. I am lead to have a job that will not interfere with my ability to serve God. When I am out of school, then I out to be serving the Lord. If I have to live in a basement apartment for the rest of my life drying my clothes in an easy bake oven in order to serve God then I'll do it. I'll be found dead in a gutter before I let money take away my conviction. Fortunately that is a highly unlikely scenario. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” says the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me this is a matter of intense faith, prayer and frustration. I would ask that if you are reading this that you pray for God's plan to be made known to me. I don't like the fact that I may feel pressured to go some where that god does not want me to be. I do not like the fact that I am told that I suck it up rather than honor god with my time. I know how to work. I love working. It's how I was raised and thankfully it sunk in deep. But I cannot put money before God. It eats at me and every day that I'm there I am aware that the only reason I took this job is because I don't want to have less. But I have discovered that while I'm not on a mission trip, that's when I have less. I have discovered that not being able to attend wednesday night service, and that habit which is created by my summer job bleeds into my school life, I have less. My heart tells me that I may have to nut up and save up. I hope I can do that. I hope that something solid will show itself to me. I pray for the Lord to provide. I tell people about this and they have that look as if they just heard a little kid say that they wanna be the president someday. Immature, naive, young, innocent. These thing go through their heads as they tell me in a voice that is oozing with dishonesty "well that's just admirable chris". When did we begin to think that we are on this earth to work and then serve God. Serving god is a full time job. It's paycheck is limitless and eternal. None of the checks from Christ United Bank members will ever bounce. So why then do the people whose faith I have admired look on as if they expect me to wake up to the truth that you can't always put serving God at the "actual" top of your list cause you wont get any where in life. Let me just go on record as saying that: IF GOD WANTED ME WHERE I AM THEN I WOULD HAVE PEACE AND RESOLVE ABOUT IT RATHER THAN WAKING UP AND VOMITING BEFORE WORK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So here I am, hopeful and prayerful that not working at a summer camp doesn't mean not working at all. Pray for me. God light my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-1676943065936774569?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1676943065936774569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-that-wait-upon-lord-should-bring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/1676943065936774569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/1676943065936774569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-that-wait-upon-lord-should-bring.html' title='They that wait upon the Lord should bring a bagged lunch and a change of clothes.....'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-1088242896014521366</id><published>2009-02-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:09:30.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Words</title><content type='html'>True friends in this day are a precious commodity. We live in a world filled with back stabbers, swindlers, druggies, thuggies, busy bodies, deceivers, temptresses, violators, soothsayers, creepers, slinkers, goonies, sorcerers, politicians, heathens, sweet talkers, and Ted Turner (and all of this is can be found in just 2 super bowl commercials). So in a world that offers no place for the Christian, is there someone whom you call friend. Maybe it's a brother or a sister or cousin. It could be a spouse or significant other. Some of us may even still have a close friend from college or even highschool. Still even others may confide in a Pastor, Youth Minister, or Teacher. Reguardless of how you are connected, remember this. A true friend speaks the truth in love. In a society where it is practice that one should tell another what they want to hear so as not to offend them remember John 8:32, "Then you shall know thw truth, and the truth shall set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no value in a lie. There is no excuse for lying, especially to a friend. Truth   is the only thing that heals. Truth is the only thing that saves. A lie simply gives a false sense of joy which is short lived  and ultimately prolongs the healing process. Put your faith in the truth. When a friend comes to you in need, share the truth. Even when it's painful, abide in the truth. All else is empty and fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-1088242896014521366?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1088242896014521366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/1088242896014521366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/1088242896014521366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty-words.html' title='Empty Words'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-9155277713875533244</id><published>2009-02-14T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:10:21.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...Set...WAIT!?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>So relationships..... Yeah that's about how it is with me. Just a long sigh. HA HA HA HA! No I'm just kidding. But seriously relationships are a big thing in our society. You gotta be with somebody right? Even if you drag the thing out for 5 years to a shouting match and never talk again it was worth it right. WRONG!!! God definitely has a much more superior plan in store for those who trust him. I found this out the hard way. I thought I could push God into a corner by saying, "hey I love this person, now you have to make it all work out!!!!" Two serious relationships and one crazy fling later I was at the end of my rope.  A relationship that was spiraling out of control had finally led me to be standing on a bridge  outside of Kennestone Hospital with my mother. As we talked about God's grand plan for my life, (even though neither of us hadn't the faintest idea what it was), it was placed upon my to give me a novel suggestion. She told me that should take 2 years out of my life and forget about girls............. What! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! No girlfriends! Restricting myself to just being friends! Letting opportunities slip past my fingers! Needless to say, I agreed. However, the pain of a break up was still fresh on my heart and only a few short weeks past before is started the shortest and most nerve racking relationship of my entire life. Around the beginning of June, I found myself free of women and broken before God. I remember crumbling to the floor in the my shower and just weeping. I saw my obsession with needing to feel "loved" and at the same time came to the realizarion of just how much love I was ignoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year and 7 months later, I was in a whole new arena. I had been (and still am) blessed with the closest friend I have ever known. I was growing in areas of my life that had tuely never been worked on.  I had walked through fire after fire, and god had held my hand like an infant the whole way. Now once again I was learning to walk on my own with God as my guide. Everything was leveling and I found that I had learned more about relationships from being single than I ever could have from being in one. I thought that it would be years before I even had another serious taker and had learned to not dwell on my interest of the moment. One young lady, however, remained stuck in my mind. Assuming that this was little more than a temptation, I began to pray that God would tell me if I should go on to ask this young lady out. Secretly while doing this I began to hope that God would simply say no and let me go off on my merry way. However to my shock and suprise, the more I prayed, the more I became overwhelmed with 2 words pounding in my head over and over again. "NOT YET." Fear overcame me as i realzed the test that I now had to face. What may be prove to be the one of the toughest trials in my life was to simply wait. I was to sit there and watch something that had the potential of becoming something really good and waiting. Wow! Now that's a test. Time past and eventually I felt led to share my feelings with her along with the ramifications of the committment I had made. From my perspective she took it suprisingly well but I'm a guy so I'm probably wrong. Either way we came to a mutual agreement that these next 3 months would be a good time to really get to know each other without making any kingd of committment. Over time I hope God will allow something beautiful to grow out of this but right now it mine to wait and not pursue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point of this whole long rant of mine. Simply put it is this: above all things that I have learned in these 2 years is that God wants to things: our obedience to him and faith that he will over come all of our adversities and afflictions. I realize full well that between now and June I may loose this amazing, Godly, young woman to some guy who may be leeps and bounds beyond me. However, in spite of that threat, I trust God Almighty, my Saviour, Redeemer, and Lord to supply all of my needs according to his riches in glory. I have trusted him thus far and a will continue to long after that time alone has passed. Rest assured, if June 1st roles around and the opportunity stands that I'll come calling; but with a new zeal to pursue what God wnats for me and not what I want for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-9155277713875533244?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/9155277713875533244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-sail-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/9155277713875533244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/9155277713875533244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-sail-away.html' title='Ready...Set...WAIT!?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279853282023243046.post-5605064001229383005</id><published>2009-02-13T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:36:40.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One Last Breath"</title><content type='html'>So I love music. I mean who doesn't. It inspires and comforts. Lately i been going wild buying up and borrowing all sorts of songs. The other day how ever I came across a song that I hadn't heard in forever and it got me thinking. As Christians, we think that our songs have changed from: help me, help me, I'm on the edge; to: Free and easy down the road I go. We think that this crazy world can't touch us cause we've got some kind of Super Terrific Jesus Force Field that automatically shields us no matter what we do and anyone that has a struggle is just a "bad christian" or "a back slider." This, however, is not true. This world and the fears, struggles, temptations, and traps that it offers are still very real. Anyone of us could fall into a trap if not careful. The only way to persevere is to stay strong in Gods word. Ephesians  6: 13-17 says: "Wherefore take up the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and, having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; withal taking up the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing that even though God dwells in us we will still have struggles to face, we are taken back to our original thought; has our song changed. Psalm 33:3 says:Sing unto him a new song,&lt;br /&gt;Play skilfully with a loud noise; and Psalm 40:3a says: And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God. The bible tells us that God given us a new song in our hearts. The word for new that is used here implies freshness or a difference in occasion. So what is the difference. If we still find times where we sit and cry out, "help me help me", how is that different from any lost person on the planet. Simple. When a lost person cries out "help me", it is aimed out into the void for any one to pick up. However, when a christian falls broken to the ground and cries "help me", it is directed towards God. Now here's the best part. God answers the christian back! That's the difference. Our song may at times be a cry for help, but it's directed to the Great Rescuer; and when we cry he hears us and rescues us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I love the song One Last Breath by Creed. I especially love the part that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out heaven save me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how it feels to see all that I've fallen short on and just say God hold me and pull me through. I'm overjoyed to tell you that he has not yet failed me, nor will he ever fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlist=317118b8cb"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279853282023243046-5605064001229383005?l=abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5605064001229383005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-last-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/5605064001229383005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279853282023243046/posts/default/5605064001229383005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrandnewpayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-last-breath.html' title='&quot;One Last Breath&quot;'/><author><name>painbrand89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927433480154124669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pUq7U1NWFU/S46ZzyvQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wU8Gvfjxgtw/S220/Photo+q41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
