<?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-8429278388333219008</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:44:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signposts.</title><subtitle type='html'>I've been working at Youth With A Mission in San Francisco since June of 2006!  I am seeing God move in this city, in people's lives, in my own life. I am involved in the fight against human trafficking.
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&lt;img src="http://www.stopthetraffik.org/images/STTbanner2.gif" alt="STOP THE TRAFFIK" width="468" height="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-3232499470869565767</id><published>2008-05-08T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:45:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>...until Jason comes home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll be home on May 18th from his two months trip to Morocco and Italy. It's been a very long two months. A lot has happened...I've enjoyed a lot of it, especially the time for friendships, and also the ways I've been challenged...but a lot of it has been really hard too. I'm ready for the separation to end. I'm ready for this summer of wedding planning and preparing for the future, for ministry, for marriage, for our lives in San Francisco to begin! I'm ready for a few months in the fall to be able to visit family and friends and reconnect with life outside of SF...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a week I will fly to Southern California to visit my family, and especially the brand new member of my family, my nephew, Samuel Chase Miller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/SCNWzlRU3_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/s7FehPf_QCU/s1600-h/DSCN1558-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198093839093784562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/SCNWzlRU3_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/s7FehPf_QCU/s320/DSCN1558-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the cutest?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much ahead of him...I wonder what he'll be like??  I'm excited to see what he loves to do, how random and weird his personality will be, what he'll want to do with his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already proud of him, and all he's done so far probably is sleep and cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we're counting down to one event, I just want to let you know that it is exactly five months from Saturday until my wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new neighbor in my apartment building that practices playing his trumpet every afternoon.  I really enjoy it...unless he's trying to compete with r&amp;amp;b playing loudly out on the street below us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-3232499470869565767?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/3232499470869565767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=3232499470869565767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/3232499470869565767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/3232499470869565767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-days-and-counting.html' title='10 days and counting...'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/SCNWzlRU3_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/s7FehPf_QCU/s72-c/DSCN1558-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-1850854874532402736</id><published>2008-03-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:25:39.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trafficking in persons.</title><content type='html'>I do apologize for my terrible lack of updates.  I have been back in San Francisco (after two amazing months in Asia) for almost two months now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?  This weekend I am taking a course on how to teach English as a Second Language.  One of my goals for this is so that I can teach the immigrants in our neighborhood here in SF English and cultivate relationships with them!  Another goal is for the future...to someday be able to offer a piece of the restoration process for women that have escaped a situation of being trafficked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the thoughts that I've had fairly consistently for the last two months (in all reality, for the last two years)...over 90 "massage parlors" in my city, dozens of them in my neighborhood.  Women from all over the world who are sent from their financially struggling nations to live a life of slavery and abuse.  Who are these girls?  How did they get here?  What kind of hell are they going through?  What are their options? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts keep going to the story of Joseph, who was trafficked in his lifetime.  Sold because of the hatred and jealousy of his brothers, God showed him favor in his time of slavery.  That I believe is also God's heart for all trafficking victims.  And He has put it on my heart to express that desire of His, to bring freedom, restoration and healing to these women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like an overwhelming and complicated process as I've been doing research, but at the same time, God has continually given me fresh hope and ideas are slowly formulating!  Pray for both Jason and I as we pray about this and look at the possibilities of our long-term involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, Jason and I will be married.  It's hard to believe?? Time is flying.  Wedding planning is crazy, but I'm actually really enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now.  I have more for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-1850854874532402736?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/1850854874532402736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=1850854874532402736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/1850854874532402736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/1850854874532402736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2008/03/trafficking-in-persons.html' title='Trafficking in persons.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-31223849886841362</id><published>2007-11-17T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:32:28.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm still striving to keep the updates coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been such an interesting season of my life lately. So many changes are ahead. In fact, a lot of inner changes are taking place already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am about half way through staffing another discipleship training school. This school is 11 (again), except this time, the students are 6 girls and 5 boys (rather than last winter school's TEN girls and ONE boy). It's been a lot of fun, and they are great people! God's been bringing me deeper into revelation of where my heart is at. There is a lot in my heart that is not so good, and yet with the conviction comes the never-ending grace. That is why, despite a lot of challenge and change, I am more full of joy than I ever have been before, and that continues to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing these days? Spending time with students, attending daily classes, involved in an amazing female prostitute ministry, preparing to go on a two-month outreach to Thailand and Vietnam (leaving December 3rd!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year is full of changes. Immediately upon returning from SE Asia, I will be flying out to Virginia to be in my best friend, Natalie's wedding. I will then spend a week with my parents and then when I return to San Francisco, it will be new things! I will no longer be doing Discipleship Training School, which will be quite interesting, since I staffed two 5-month schools in one year! It will be nice to be a part of the other ministries here at YWAM San Francisco for a while. In April, my first niece or nephew will be born! In June, my brother Luke will be marrying his fiance Allison. The changes just keep coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being here in San Francisco. I love to see what God is doing and how I can be a part of it. I desperately want more for this city...more truth, more revelation of who God is and His love. I want so much for them to be able to use their incredible gifts as a city to change the world and lead others towards Him. I see Him doing it...but there is so much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the recent events of my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rz-w2TWqpeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3uC8ZPJphLc/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134016547180422626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rz-w2TWqpeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3uC8ZPJphLc/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lovely group of people that I am blessed to work and live with for the next two months in Asia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rz-xtDWqpfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wS2V4199ZWM/s1600-h/guy+faukes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134017487778260466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rz-xtDWqpfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wS2V4199ZWM/s320/guy+faukes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my friends and I had a party for Guy Fauwkes Day...it's a British thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must go for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-31223849886841362?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/31223849886841362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=31223849886841362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/31223849886841362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/31223849886841362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving again.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rz-w2TWqpeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3uC8ZPJphLc/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-6123378168165978707</id><published>2007-08-01T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:53:07.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the mark.</title><content type='html'>When I cross over&lt;br /&gt;I will shout and sing&lt;br /&gt;I will know my savior&lt;br /&gt;By the mark where the nails have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the mark where the nails have been&lt;br /&gt;By the sign upon his precious skin&lt;br /&gt;I will know my savior when I come to him&lt;br /&gt;By the mark where the nails have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man of riches&lt;br /&gt;May claim a crown of jewels&lt;br /&gt;But the king of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Can be told from the prince of fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Calvary Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where they made him suffer so&lt;br /&gt;All my sin was paid for&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-6123378168165978707?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/6123378168165978707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=6123378168165978707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6123378168165978707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6123378168165978707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/08/by-mark.html' title='By the mark.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-5127405162855109156</id><published>2007-07-31T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:35:19.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rq_i13uUxVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qOlNvktJ8Lg/s1600-h/Baker+Beach+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093539118698513746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rq_i13uUxVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qOlNvktJ8Lg/s320/Baker+Beach+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been easy to let myself slip into numbness since I moved here to San Francisco. There is so much going on around me that is a possibility either for great joy or great pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend Natalie was here visiting me this week. We went down to Sutro Park and sat on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific. We watched a barge as it crept into the bay after a long journey over the ocean. We talked of our longings for freedom and for oneness with creation and our Creator. How easily we fall into fear of our own sensitivity and ability to live vibrant yet painful lives. Yet, how much we miss out on when we live in that safe state of numbness. Staring out at the endless sea, we couldn't help but be reminded of the undying hope and endless possibilities of living the life that we were created to live. The overwhelming power of the sea and also its steady ebb and flow spoke to us about the all-encompassing power of God's love and the constancy of His grace. I always look over those cliffs and feel an urge deep within me to dive straight off into the exhilerating uncertainty of sea and sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write this entry as I take my first steps off the rocks into a vibrant, vulnerable life, with fear cast aside and Arms to catch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8429278388333219008-5127405162855109156?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/5127405162855109156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=5127405162855109156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/5127405162855109156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/5127405162855109156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rq_i13uUxVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qOlNvktJ8Lg/s72-c/Baker+Beach+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-3583064489381634995</id><published>2007-07-06T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:46:00.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7FNH_3FVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ew1-PcuhlnE/s1600-h/grouppic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217858623739218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7FNH_3FVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ew1-PcuhlnE/s320/grouppic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084213082620105922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7A3H_3FMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6RbRUG7P2d0/s320/dts+staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Au3_3FLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eoygo7zNLyk/s1600-h/My+Pics+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084212940886185138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Au3_3FLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eoygo7zNLyk/s320/My+Pics+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So...I know. It's been forever. Where to begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outreach to Morocco and Italy was incredible. Being a staff and encouragement to 11 amazing and growing disciples of Christ was an experience that was challenging and extremely rewarding. I loved being able to look at myself and receive the challenges that God brought to me...how can I lead where I am so weak myself? By His grace, truly. The weaker I became, truly the stronger God showed Himself to be. He is incredible. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7BSX_3FOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DuDdwWPbsGA/s1600-h/Morocco+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084213550771541218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7BSX_3FOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DuDdwWPbsGA/s320/Morocco+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7B1H_3FPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0C5k2MRWeCI/s1600-h/Morocco+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084214147771995378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7B1H_3FPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0C5k2MRWeCI/s320/Morocco+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7COn_3FQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jUGeFUW23tI/s1600-h/Morocco+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084214585858659586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7COn_3FQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jUGeFUW23tI/s320/Morocco+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outreach was awesome. Morocco!? Such a crazy group of people, so evidently marked by God for great things. We spent most of our time in the magical and mysterious city of Marrakech. Orange juice anyone? They serve the most delicious Orange Juice that I've ever tasted there. The women in Morocco face so much...many women live as beggars fighting to take care of themselves and their children who have been deserted by their husbands for whatever reason. As always, it is so eye-opening to see those in the world who face what I could never have imagined in the blessed life that I've lived. We blessed them with gifts, with friendship and with the truth of God's grace and unfailing love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Drn_3FSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wnVjFNX-84s/s1600-h/jason+and+me+on+audres+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084216183586493730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Drn_3FSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wnVjFNX-84s/s320/jason+and+me+on+audres+cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Cq3_3FRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0ra84uLsFLs/s1600-h/P4130419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084215071189964050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7Cq3_3FRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0ra84uLsFLs/s320/P4130419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We also went to the city of Rome. Rome overwhelmed me with it's beauty and it's history...as we looked deeper we could see neglect and fear rotting the beautiful walls of this great city. My heart for Rome overflows...the people there so full of vitality and excitement...yet where is the truth and foundation that once stood at it's core? We heard many stories...some who had lost their way, some who had never known it. Everyone looking for it in some way or another. I pray and do believe that our team succeeded and pointing everyone we encountered in the right direction. It was hard to see them go, but I know that God has a special place for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7EeH_3FTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dGwmd-FU-Fk/s1600-h/CIMG0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217051169887538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7EeH_3FTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dGwmd-FU-Fk/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being back home is an adjustment! I was able to visit my dear family in Oklahoma. It was really wonderful. My Mom and Dad were able to spend more time with Jason and I loved to see these three who mean so much to me together and able to know each other more. It was a good time to relax, and rest as one can only rest at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7E5X_3FUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-KF-yWp8rig/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217519321322818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7E5X_3FUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-KF-yWp8rig/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm back in San Francisco. I love being here. I love seeing God alive and active here. I'm learning new responsibilities at work. I'm the official Registrar for the DTS (Discipleship Training School), which means I'm communicating with all prospective students and processing their applications for the next fall and winter schools! I'm also coordinating a block party that goes down on August 8th! Block parties are so much fun...we feed about 400 people in our neighborhood, plus we provide worship music, testimonies, free clothes, a play area for kids, and other fun stuff! It's amazing to see God in this neighborhood, to see Him blessing and providing for people that seem to be neglected and forgotten, but are truly not by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In September I will be helping staff another DTS! This school will be going on their outreach to Thailand and Vietnam. I've been there before (on my own school in 2005), and I am excited beyond words to return! I'm excited to see a whole new group of young people coming to this city to learn about God and to learn how to pass that knowledge along. These people that come never cease to amaze me with their desire to know God and to be loved by Him. And He always responds in amazing ways...by throwing His arms fully around them, by carrying them to new places beyond their dreams, by leading them into freedom and truth. I love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7FdX_3FWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iFRk7gS7HFA/s1600-h/Jason+and+I+alleyway+Roma+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084218137796613474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7FdX_3FWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iFRk7gS7HFA/s320/Jason+and+I+alleyway+Roma+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love what He's doing in my relationship with Jason. It can be so hard sometimes, loving someone in the way that is best for them and not myself. How simple that is and yet how hard! I've learned awful patterns that say I must love others in a way that benefits me. I'm so ready to be done with that. God has been teaching me how to truly love...at last I am beginning to see some changes...they come more slowly than I'd like sometimes...but He is faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-3583064489381634995?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/3583064489381634995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=3583064489381634995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/3583064489381634995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/3583064489381634995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-so-long.html' title='Oh so long...'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Ro7FNH_3FVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ew1-PcuhlnE/s72-c/grouppic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-4051542027007085799</id><published>2007-03-09T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T15:09:30.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia &amp; Morocco...Two weeks and 4 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to believe, but we leave for Roma in two and a half weeks. We will spend our first night there in Rome, and then the next day we fly down to Casablanca, Morocco...it will be a long day of travel, because we will then need to take a train to Marrakesh where we will spend three weeks of our outreach! It has been exciting to learn more about the cultures that we will be stepping into...we have a girl that used to be on staff in YWAM Spain who is coming to give us an orientation on Moroccan culture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been learning some language skills (just the basics) for Arabic, Italian and French (because French is spoken all over Morocco)...For me, it has been really excited to learn more about Italian culture, as that has been on my heart for many years and always a dream of mine. It's easy to look at Italy as a wonderful and beautiful tourist spot, which it is, but there is much need and deeper things going on there. We've learned that evangelical Christians comprise only 1 % of the population of Italy. The Roman Catholic Church has lost over nine million members in this generation...and many Italians are growing to ignore and despise the church...my heart breaks...that so many "know" of God, but He's only been a distant and traditional God, not a real, personal, loving Father. Growing up "in the church", I feel as if I can relate a bit to that feeling...of being told who God is, but needing to come to a point where I discovered Him for myself. I know that our team will bring real stories and experiences, as we each have them, of God being real and relevant to us...He is not something that we've just been told about or taught...He is SOMEONE who has changed us and loved us in real and tangible ways. I pray that these beautiful Italians would be able to discover God for themselves. Pray for us that we have the courage and strength to share our stories as we are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RfHniVJUwvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gLb_C33wQ1w/s1600-h/DSCN0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040064034982118130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RfHniVJUwvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gLb_C33wQ1w/s320/DSCN0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of me and my friend Tia...we went to our friend Lynn's wedding this past weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RfHom1JUwwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gFr8QwuboeI/s1600-h/Holly+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040065211803157250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RfHom1JUwwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gFr8QwuboeI/s320/Holly+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and Stephanie, one of the our students!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, me and my friend Liz Dilley are going to Napa for a night to relax!  She is such a wonderful friend, as she is wanting to pay for the car, as she knows I am trying to raise money for outreach still...I am excited for a weekend to relax in the beauty of nature and being alone!  God provides, not just money, but time and rest when we need it most.&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/8429278388333219008-4051542027007085799?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/4051542027007085799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=4051542027007085799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/4051542027007085799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/4051542027007085799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/03/italia-moroccotwo-weeks-and-4-days.html' title='Italia &amp; Morocco...Two weeks and 4 days!'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RfHniVJUwvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gLb_C33wQ1w/s72-c/DSCN0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-6059191133890220090</id><published>2007-02-18T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:00:06.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this week has just been a whirl. I'm not even sure why! Our teaching this week for the DTS students was on "The Bible"...on Thursday, I taught a specific Bible study method, which was really cool...we studied the book of Jonah together, and got so much out of it! A lot about God wanting to use us, even if we're being unwilling or selfish...but also that God wasn't satisfied with using Jonah's life for others, but He wanted Jonah to understand and trust Him still...so good.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, me and my dear Irish friend, Kirsty Reilly, went to Grace Cathedral to listen to a form on human trafficking...which is so huge today, even in our country. A man who has started a movement of awareness was there to speak about his new book "Not For Sale." I didn't realize how terribly prominant this issue is...there are 200,000 modern-day slaves in the U.S. today, and 17,000+ arriving each year. Many of the women here in SF that we pray for and that work in the "massage parlors" are trafficked over from Asia and Latin America under the lie that they will be able to work and find a good life in America, but instead are threatened and forced into working as prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find out more, this is too much to not be aware of. The website that tells more is: http://&lt;a href="http://www.notforsalecampaign.org"&gt;www.notforsalecampaign.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool, because the guy heading it up is a strong Christian and also a professor at SF State...it was also encouraging because we've been praying for God to open doors to release these women from this for a long time now, and this is the open door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to go to my church here, which I haven't been able to for a few weeks now, and it was so encouraging! God has been challenging me to trust Him with finances...He's provided so much for me...and I have been worried the last few weeks, because I still need quite a bit of support to go on our outreach to Morocco and Italy, and also taxes are coming up fast! But this weekend has been a huge revelation that I have not been trusting Him to provide and take care of every aspect of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church this afternoon, we went to have pizza at a lovely place called Supremo's. I went with Jason, our friend Steve, and Tyler and Mayra (two of the wonderful DTS students)...we took some pictures...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2DW-kjvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/er188Y-ov6w/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043121154592498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2DW-kjvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/er188Y-ov6w/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2EG-kjxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KWqM5YBA-Ic/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043134039494418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2EG-kjxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KWqM5YBA-Ic/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2Dm-kjwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZTr_hlGNGME/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043125449559810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2Dm-kjwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZTr_hlGNGME/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2EW-kjyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TLMuXW5u8S4/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043138334461730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2EW-kjyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TLMuXW5u8S4/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2Em-kjzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TgEfbdDPHK0/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043142629429042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2Em-kjzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TgEfbdDPHK0/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-6059191133890220090?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/6059191133890220090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=6059191133890220090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6059191133890220090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6059191133890220090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-this-week-has-just-been-whirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rdj2DW-kjvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/er188Y-ov6w/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-5143984834008992155</id><published>2007-02-08T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:57:45.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no greater love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcu7Km-kjpI/AAAAAAAAADM/TjZDk8wY9T0/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029319199825366674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcu7Km-kjpI/AAAAAAAAADM/TjZDk8wY9T0/s320/amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day, all our scars will disappear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the stars at dawn and all of our pain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will fade away when morning comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on that day when we look backwards we will see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that everything is changed and all of our trials, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be as milestones on the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to someone's broken heart and there's no greater love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;than that one shed his blood for his friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on that day all of the scales will swing to set &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the wrongs to right all our tears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all of our fears will take to flight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but until then all of our scars will still remain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we've learned that if we'll open the wounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and share them then soon they start to heal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(as long as we live, we are bridges to someone broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no greater love, shed your blood for your friends) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we must see that every scar is a bridge, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as long as we live we must open up these wounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when some one stands in your shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and will shed his own blood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the process right now of God opening up those wounds...so many things that He's challenging me with...Can I learn to love Him and receive His love? I feel like there has been so much to hold me back from truly loving and receiving love, not only from Him, but from others as well...and He's promising to change that in me. Father, change me...I want to love you with everything in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-5143984834008992155?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/5143984834008992155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=5143984834008992155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/5143984834008992155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/5143984834008992155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-no-greater-love.html' title='There&apos;s no greater love.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcu7Km-kjpI/AAAAAAAAADM/TjZDk8wY9T0/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-8443514489564389109</id><published>2007-02-06T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:14:38.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make us One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjqtfm4-7I/AAAAAAAAACA/bviD1KHNv5w/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028527051258788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjqtfm4-7I/AAAAAAAAACA/bviD1KHNv5w/s400/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our DTS class! This week is going so well. Our guest speaker is teaching on "Relationships" and how important it is that they are healthy and that they follow the model that God gave us. We are all so challenged, and it's really good to see God growing a deeper love inside of each student...a love to know Him and be in relationship with Him, as well as to be in loving and healthy relationships with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason left for Ensenada, Mexico for a YWAM conference today! A bit sad, but actually good...I'm looking forward to seeing what God has to say to me this week...to have time to be able to catch up on journaling and reading! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4-_I/AAAAAAAAACg/glgvs_0WbxA/s1600-h/IMG_2819b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028530504412494834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4-_I/AAAAAAAAACg/glgvs_0WbxA/s320/IMG_2819b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4--I/AAAAAAAAACY/qKD30rQ0B8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2814b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028530504412494818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4--I/AAAAAAAAACY/qKD30rQ0B8Y/s320/IMG_2814b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2Pm4-8I/AAAAAAAAACI/puw_y_irbls/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028530500117527490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2Pm4-8I/AAAAAAAAACI/puw_y_irbls/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4-9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M8oHsGc8kgM/s1600-h/IMG_2803b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028530504412494802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4-9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M8oHsGc8kgM/s320/IMG_2803b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of Jason and I this past weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2fm4-9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M8oHsGc8kgM/s1600-h/IMG_2803b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2vm4_AI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ty6Ddd-pJ8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2862b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028530508707462146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjt2vm4_AI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ty6Ddd-pJ8Q/s320/IMG_2862b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are going to be praying in the Castro (one of SF's districts, and also where our school leaders, Ruthie and Brian, live) together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Children below&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from the foe&lt;br /&gt;Hands 'neath the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Lord please make us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear the tide&lt;br /&gt;Roll through the night&lt;br /&gt;Come lead the weary&lt;br /&gt;Lord please make us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Come to the voice&lt;br /&gt;Song of the angels&lt;br /&gt;Healing the broken ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of rain&lt;br /&gt;Battles unwon&lt;br /&gt;Lead to the fountain&lt;br /&gt;Wash and make us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hearts rejoice&lt;br /&gt;With mighty voice&lt;br /&gt;Make us a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Lord please make us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Breath of our life&lt;br /&gt;Unite the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Lord please make us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make us a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Lord please make us one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-8443514489564389109?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/8443514489564389109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=8443514489564389109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/8443514489564389109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/8443514489564389109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-us-one.html' title='Make us One.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rcjqtfm4-7I/AAAAAAAAACA/bviD1KHNv5w/s72-c/s640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-4280424402324988499</id><published>2007-01-23T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:52:22.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZJCrAgP9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc5HeccgsfU/s1600-h/DSCN0115b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023282744631771090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZJCrAgP9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc5HeccgsfU/s320/DSCN0115b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, last week we went on what is called a "walking tour" with the dts students. We went to North Beach (aka the 'Little Italy' of San Fran) and saw the sites. I took less pictures of the sites and more of us, as I usually do. So, let me introduce you to a few of our wonderful students:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lovely lady here on my left is Ms. Heidi. As you can see, she poses near the Italian flag that wraps around every telephone pole in the area. Delightful! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZLdrAgQBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nyqaZbbkqgo/s1600-h/DSCN0111b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023285407511494674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZLdrAgQBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nyqaZbbkqgo/s320/DSCN0111b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a shot of me and Sara. We are standing in Washington Square, where many parrots like to dwell among the trees. You can see them swoop around from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023284076071632882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZKQLAgP_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/luGzHljgBSE/s320/DSCN0113b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie isn't the brat that she makes herself out to be in this picture....she is actually quite a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023284939360059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZLCbAgQAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w3uPSxQNHjE/s320/DSCN0112b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is Mayra and I waiting for the bus to come to take us up to Coit Tower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZMO7AgQCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MBwGBFL7HXE/s1600-h/DSCN0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023286253620052002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZMO7AgQCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MBwGBFL7HXE/s320/DSCN0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sarah Johnson at the Coit Tower lookout (a lovely view of San Francisco, the bay, Alcatraz, etc.). She was tired of the sun and fresh air, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rbf9eLAgQEI/AAAAAAAAABc/x8NjXj96z6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0114b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023762604147884098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rbf9eLAgQEI/AAAAAAAAABc/x8NjXj96z6Y/s320/DSCN0114b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tyler! He is the only boy on our school. God has blessed him with much patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is Erin and I.  We had reached the top of Coit Tower at this point and here we are enjoying the beautiful scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rbf99bAgQFI/AAAAAAAAABk/f-BnN9YiqMw/s1600-h/DSCN0120b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023763141018796114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/Rbf99bAgQFI/AAAAAAAAABk/f-BnN9YiqMw/s320/DSCN0120b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 4 others that I don't have pictures of yet.  Tonight me, two girls on staff, and three of the DTS students are going out for female prostitute ministry.  It's only the girls' second time to go out. &lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I love seeing God give them a heart for the women on the streets, but it's always a challenge too...to see such pain and be able to learn to see God in the midst of it, and His hope and promise despite the darkness.  It's a really good time for God to grow our faith...I keep praying that we can find more ways to be an encouragement to these women and be able to share whatever we have that God has given us, whether it be gifts or just the understanding of who He is and what He can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-4280424402324988499?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/4280424402324988499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=4280424402324988499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/4280424402324988499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/4280424402324988499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-and-about.html' title='Out and about.'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnbEBKhAeT0/RbZJCrAgP9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc5HeccgsfU/s72-c/DSCN0115b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429278388333219008.post-6412727971436639342</id><published>2007-01-20T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:25:49.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week of DTS</title><content type='html'>So, we've just finished our second week of Discipleship Training School.  There will be a total of 11 weeks here in San Francisco and then 8 weeks overseas.  I must say, at the end of these first two weeks, I am exhausted.  I stress myself out sometimes, and it's a lot to be aware of what God is doing in my own life, but to be aware and sensitive to what God is doing in 11 other lives in addition...is a whole new challenge for me.  I love being able to be a part of their lives, and yet I need to find a good balance and not let the emotions take over.  It's so important for me to let God take anything that might be a burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are wonderful.  We have ten girls and only one boy!  They've already been experiencing new challenges, for instance, living in a room with four other girls when you've had a room by yourself for your whole life is quite a challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling under the weather this weekend...I may have even caught me some strep throat.  I'm hoping to get past it before Monday and the new week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, I'm going to relax...put on a movie and go to bed early tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429278388333219008-6412727971436639342?l=amyjustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/feeds/6412727971436639342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429278388333219008&amp;postID=6412727971436639342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6412727971436639342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429278388333219008/posts/default/6412727971436639342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyjustine.blogspot.com/2007/01/second-week-of-dts.html' title='Second week of DTS'/><author><name>Amy Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v161/Trinityinfnity/IMG_0224b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
