tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71365042291508245322023-06-20T21:30:25.126-07:00Encountering the OneCrystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-17110643170970113342011-05-21T20:46:00.000-07:002011-05-21T20:46:09.226-07:00Mountain Top Experiences<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They dreamed the dream, then they lived it! Welcome Home!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103337644768057454864/SmokyMtnBestOfPictures#">Check out these photos from the Smoky Mountains!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And good job Earlie! (and his rider)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-67620615383878187202011-05-11T15:14:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:51:15.280-07:00God, Why?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fWerwYUQo4E/TcsKZg-ZsYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7a2AiMXXo4A/s1600/RoomIntheInn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fWerwYUQo4E/TcsKZg-ZsYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7a2AiMXXo4A/s320/RoomIntheInn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>"Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering and injustice when He could do something about it."<br />
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"Well, why don't you ask Him?"<br />
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"Because I am afraid He would ask me the same question."<br />
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-- Anonymous<br />
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Nashville's Room in the Inn is an amazing place. Check out how you can help here: <a href="http://roomintheinn.org/website/help.php">http://roomintheinn.org/website/help.php</a>. You can talk to Hillary Barnett about starting any sort of class. Just commit. One hour a week, week in, week out. They know when you don't make it. <br />
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Today's bible study take-aways:<br />
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1) From Mr. A: "Abraham didn't understand the power of the one, he should have negotiated with God down to one man, and I bet God would have saved the whole town for one." Deep. This guy could probably quote the entire bible and loves Jesus. Looked a little like Jesus too. I pray he gets totally free from alcohol. <br />
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2) From Mr. C: "If you and your husband ever think about getting divorced again, pick you a bridge." He walked me all the way to the door (and we didn't even talk about divorce today, just how unforgiveness may impact their dreams coming true). He said, "Pick one that makes you feel really scared because it is dangerous. You can't bring anything to stay warm. You just bring each other. You'll find out what is really important." Deep.<br />
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3) Mr. M even got engaged this week. He got his CDL license re-instated last week and got a job, so he called up an old flame and asked her to marry him. They are going for a long engagement to save money because he wants her to have a real wedding. That's hope. <br />
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Love these men! Get involved. Somewhere. Because the bible says so.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-87735471487964999862011-05-09T10:31:00.000-07:002011-05-09T10:34:32.458-07:00My Wish for YouMy best friend is headed to the mountains. <br />
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Where it is dangerous. <br />
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And beautiful. Reminds me of Creation Calls:<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7X_ZwKyK0dY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7X_ZwKyK0dY</a><br />
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I miss him. But this is My Wish: <br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4JFBsmyiFc&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4JFBsmyiFc&feature=related</a><br />
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<em><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My wish, for you,</span></span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">is that your dreams stay big,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">and your worries stay small,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">and while you're out there getting where</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">you're getting to,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">you know somebody loves you.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">-Rascal Flatts</span></em>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-39143715421773780522011-05-05T06:23:00.000-07:002011-05-05T11:03:39.441-07:00My Baby Belongs to Jesus, and He Lets Me Raise Him<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnYEwJtf2hI/TcKj_cX4QcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/91FyuzrEorI/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnYEwJtf2hI/TcKj_cX4QcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/91FyuzrEorI/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">This is the driver's side where my baby was driving.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5DzNLr5KQI/TcKj_gUgmRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z8uVo84ZS-0/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5DzNLr5KQI/TcKj_gUgmRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z8uVo84ZS-0/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">This is my baby unharmed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">My baby belongs to God. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">He let me keep him yesterday.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And I am eternally thankful.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Do you know Jesus?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Edit: Here's a video of trying to get the truck back over. Awful sounds. Relieved family. </span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQ6yIxsNbuZ29uYXKSWWfJEGt00IMa7Fi7aFb0BWOADchFRqXbLCCoQVTFhoFirOw1ZRe9EKwIupeQF6urIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-90370453355005867812011-05-03T07:47:00.000-07:002011-05-03T07:47:20.227-07:00Be a Walking Revival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQMxiVbqCtE/TcAUjDUD9KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TlTiBLK3dW4/s1600/Mom+T-shirts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="119" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQMxiVbqCtE/TcAUjDUD9KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TlTiBLK3dW4/s320/Mom+T-shirts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52A-NqyFyYA/TcAUhXMAVgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EbTg2Mkzvek/s1600/Boy+Revival+T-shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52A-NqyFyYA/TcAUhXMAVgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EbTg2Mkzvek/s320/Boy+Revival+T-shirt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>looks like....<br />
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serving a homeless man "communion" by giving him all you have...which happens to be a loaf of bread and bottle of grape juice...<br />
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telling what He has done...<br />
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making a guy in line at a convenience store feel guilty about buying beer...not by preaching but being so joyful about Jesus when you leave church that you can't stop dancing when loading up on snacks for a 7 hour trip to make it to church back home the next day...because you want to be in His Presence...<br />
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loving people in a way you can't comprehend yourself...<br />
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Oh Lord, draw me into Your heart so I can love others...Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-16615247750619261602011-04-10T13:10:00.000-07:002011-04-14T07:37:06.791-07:00When Did Love Become Unmoving?Can He have you? That's what this great song by the Sidewalk Prophets asks:<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-rbd1s0H6M">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-rbd1s0H6M</a><br />
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But if love moves you to follow Him, what if that means being lonely?<br />
<br />
A.W. Tozer (1897-1963), wrote "The Saint Must Walk Alone"<br />
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It's long, but it is worth the read. <br />
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The Saint Must Walk Alone -by A.W Tozer.<br />
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Most of the world’s great souls have been lonely. Loneliness<br />
seems to be one price the saint must pay for his saintliness.<br />
In the morning of the world (or should we say, in that strange<br />
darkness that came soon after the dawn of man’s creation), that<br />
pious soul, Enoch, walked with God and was not, for God took<br />
him; and while it is not stated in so many words, a fair inference<br />
is that Enoch walked a path quite apart from his contemporaries.<br />
Another lonely man was Noah who, of all the antediluvians, found<br />
grace in the sight of God; and every shred of evidence points to<br />
the aloneness of his life even while surrounded by his people.<br />
Again, Abraham had Sarah and Lot, as well as many servants and<br />
herdsmen, but who can read his story and the apostolic comment<br />
upon it without sensing instantly that he was a man “whose soul<br />
was alike a star and dwelt apart”? As far as we know not one word<br />
did God ever speak to him in the company of men. Face down he<br />
communed with his God, and the innate dignity of the man forbade<br />
that he assume this posture in the presence of others. How sweet<br />
and solemn was the scene that night of the sacrifice when he saw<br />
the lamps of fire moving between the pieces of offering. There,<br />
alone with a horror of great darkness upon him, he heard the voice<br />
of God and knew that he was a man marked for divine favor.<br />
Moses also was a man apart. While yet attached to the court of<br />
Pharaoh he took long walks alone, and during one of these walks<br />
while far removed from the crowds he saw an Egyptian and a<br />
Hebrew fighting and came to the rescue of his countryman. After<br />
the resultant break with Egypt he dwelt in almost complete<br />
seclusion in the desert. There, while he watched his sheep alone,<br />
the wonder of the burning bush appeared to him, and later on the<br />
peak of Sinai he crouched alone to gaze in fascinated awe at the<br />
Presence, partly hidden, partly disclosed, within the cloud and fire.<br />
The prophets of pre-Christian times differed widely from each other,<br />
but one mark they bore in common was their enforced loneliness.<br />
They loved their people and gloried in the religion of the fathers, but<br />
their loyalty to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and their<br />
zeal for the welfare of the nation of Israel drove them away from the<br />
crowd and into long periods of heaviness. “I am become a stranger<br />
unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother’s children,” cried<br />
one and unwittingly spoke for all the rest.<br />
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Most revealing of all is the sight of that One of whom Moses and<br />
all the prophets did write, treading His lonely way to the cross. His<br />
deep loneliness was unrelieved by the presence of the multitudes.<br />
‘Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow<br />
The star is dimmed that lately shone;<br />
‘Tis midnight; in the garden now,<br />
The suffering Savior prays alone.<br />
‘Tis midnight, and from all removed<br />
The Savior wrestles lone with fears;<br />
E’en the disciple whom He loved<br />
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.<br />
- William B. Tappan<br />
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He died alone in the darkness hidden from the sight of mortal man<br />
and no one saw Him when He arose triumphant and walked out of<br />
the tomb, though many saw Him afterward and bore witness to<br />
what they saw. There are some things too sacred for any eye but<br />
God’s to look upon. The curiosity, the clamor, the well-meant but<br />
blundering effort to help can only hinder the waiting soul and make<br />
unlikely if not impossible the communication of the secret<br />
message of God to the worshiping heart.<br />
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Sometimes we react by a kind of religious reflex and repeat<br />
dutifully the proper words and phrases even though they fail to<br />
express our real feelings and lack the authenticity of personal<br />
experience. Right now is such a time. A certain conventional<br />
loyalty may lead some who hear this unfamiliar truth expressed for<br />
the first time to say brightly, “Oh, I am never lonely. Christ said, ‘I<br />
will never leave you nor forsake you,’ and ‘Lo, I am with you always.’<br />
How can I be lonely when Jesus is with me?”<br />
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Now I do not want to reflect on the sincerity of any Christian soul,<br />
but this stock testimony is too neat to be real. It is obviously what<br />
the speaker thinks should be true rather than what he has proved<br />
to be true by the test of experience. This cheerful denial of<br />
loneliness proves only that the speaker has never walked with God<br />
without the support and encouragement afforded him by society.<br />
The sense of companionship which he mistakenly attributes to the<br />
presence of Christ may and probably does arise from the presence<br />
of friendly people. Always remember: you cannot carry a cross in<br />
company. Though a man were surrounded by a vast crowd, his<br />
cross is his alone and his carrying of it marks him as a man apart.<br />
Society has turned against him; otherwise he would have no cross.<br />
No one is a friend to the man with a cross. “They all forsook Him,<br />
and fled.”<br />
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The pain of loneliness arises from the constitution of our nature.<br />
God made us for each other. The desire for human companionship<br />
is completely natural and right. The loneliness of the Christian<br />
results from his walk with God in an ungodly world, a walk that<br />
must often take him away from the fellowship of good Christians<br />
as well as from that of the unregenerate world. His God-given<br />
instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others<br />
who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in<br />
the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are<br />
so few who share inner experiences, he is forced to walk alone.<br />
The unsatisfied longings of the prophets for human understanding<br />
caused them to cry out in their complaint, and even our Lord<br />
Himself suffered in the same way.<br />
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The man who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual<br />
inner experience will not find many who understand him. A certain<br />
amount of social fellowship will of course be his as he mingles<br />
with religious persons in the regular activities of the church, but<br />
true spiritual fellowship will be hard to find. But he should not<br />
expect things to be otherwise. After all he is a stranger and a<br />
pilgrim, and the journey he takes is not on his feet but in his heart.<br />
He walks with God in the garden of his own soul – and who but<br />
God can walk there with him? He is of another spirit from the<br />
multitudes that tread the courts of the Lord’s house. He has seen<br />
that of which they have only heard, and he walks among them<br />
somewhat as Zacharias walked after his return from the altar when<br />
the people whispered, “He has seen a vision.”<br />
<br />
<strong><em>The truly spiritual man is indeed something of an oddity. He lives<br />
not for himself but to promote the interests of Another</em></strong>. He seeks<br />
to persuade people to give all to his Lord and asks no portion or<br />
share for himself. He delights not to be honored but to see his<br />
Savior glorified in the eyes of men. His joy is to see his Lord<br />
promoted and himself neglected. He finds few who care to talk<br />
about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is<br />
often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious<br />
shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and<br />
overserious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and<br />
society widens. He searches for friends upon whose garments he<br />
can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory<br />
palaces, and finding few or none, he, like Mary of old, keeps these<br />
things in his heart.<br />
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It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. “When<br />
my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me<br />
up.” His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek<br />
in God what he can find nowhere else. He learns in inner solitude<br />
what he could not have learned in the crowd – that Christ is All in<br />
All, that He is made unto us wisdom, righteousness, sanctification<br />
and redemption, that in Him we have and possess life’s summum<br />
bonum.<br />
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Two things remain to be said. <em>One, that the lonely man of whom<br />
we speak is not a haughty man, nor is he the holier-than-thou,<br />
austere saint so bitterly satirized in popular literature. He is likely<br />
to feel that he is the least of all men and is sure to blame himself<br />
for his very loneliness. He wants to share his feelings with others<br />
and to open his heart to some like-minded soul who will<br />
understand him, but the spiritual climate around him does not<br />
encourage it, so he remains silent and tells his griefs to God alone.</em><br />
<em>The second thing is that the lonely saint is not the withdrawn man<br />
who hardens himself against human suffering and spends his days<br />
contemplating the heavens. Just the opposite is true. His<br />
loneliness makes him sympathetic to the approach of the<br />
brokenhearted and the fallen and the sin-bruised. Because he is<br />
detached from the world, he is all the more able to help it. Meister<br />
Eckhart taught his followers that if they should find themselves in<br />
prayer and happen to remember that a poor widow needed food,<br />
they should break off the prayer instantly and go care for the<br />
widow. “God will not suffer you to lose anything by it,” he told<br />
them. “You can take up again in prayer where you left off and the<br />
Lord will make it up to you.” This is typical of the great mystics<br />
and masters of the interior life from Paul to the present day.</em><br />
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The weakness of so many modern Christians is that they feel too<br />
much at home in the world. In their effort to achieve restful<br />
“adjustment” to unregenerate society they have lost their pilgrim<br />
character and become an essential part of the very moral order<br />
against which they are sent to protest. The world recognizes them<br />
and accepts them for what they are. And this is the saddest thing<br />
that can be said about them. They are not lonely, but neither are<br />
they saints.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136504229150824532.post-32649677416039862242011-04-07T07:17:00.000-07:002011-04-07T07:17:25.996-07:00Encountering the One, in the beginning...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Monday was earth </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">shaking</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Or maybe that was just inside of me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">"Revival"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">... a word... an event ...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">brings so much expectation. If ....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">you have heard His heartbeat before. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">We prayed. And prayed. And prayed. For Sunday night...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">What was it going to be? The first night....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">A glorious absence of expectation... And it was Divine.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">So back to Monday... invitations went out far and wide, begging high-powered people to let Him change them. Let following Him cost them something.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">By Wednesday evening, the thoughts twirl about purpose and historical purpose and massive amounts of reading about long term effects of revivals...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">No wonder the disciples kept asking Jesus such silly questions.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">It's all about Him. And we don't and won't get the hindsight beforehand. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Reach the lost and dying one with Good News. Will we follow? Will the cost be too high? Or will we be radically changed in the Presence of the One? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">His Power. Not ours. Not anyone's. His. Only His.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Help the one with the love that comes by Encountering the One.</span>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131078340032943366noreply@blogger.com0