<?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-2702782782710916929</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:00:08.169-08:00</updated><category term='Into a moment'/><title type='text'>Because I was made for chasing dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>Goin’ 100 in a 55 and I don’t know why I’m still alive but I
Do what I can but I know I can’t take anymore
I still believe in this rock and roll
And I pray the music gonna save my soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5254222889962534552</id><published>2010-10-21T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:32:25.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My re ste vel ry ation</title><content type='html'>When I quote someone, people ask where it came from. They want to know who spoke those words. It is the source behind the mystery that they desire. I hesitate in these moments to give a name or the source of what we are talking about because to have knowledge of the source sometimes takes away the awe from the mystery. I want to understand the transfer of power from mystery to revelation. It seems, in order for revelation to be had, the awe behind the mystery must then fade. To me, that is disappointing and can be dangerous in the long run. Advancements in understanding are important and are the catalyst for change.  They have a piece in the purpose for living. However, these advancements were never meant to dim the light of our intrigue. That is in part why I believe in our Creator because in Him my awe does not fade. The real scientific process is 1) Observe 2) Understand and 3) Move on.  That is not how I want to process. My attention does not focus, spoil and then refocus. The source of the mysteries I see is never fully understood and yet reveals anew every day. We can ask the question of God or science or we can experience the level of awe in each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5254222889962534552?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5254222889962534552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5254222889962534552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5254222889962534552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5254222889962534552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-re-ste-vel-ry-ation.html' title='My re ste vel ry ation'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5688135046158724882</id><published>2010-03-08T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:47:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am never sure about the future but I am looking to it anxiously. I have been living at home for 23 years aching to rid of suburbia in order to see the world in its true color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe life is as easy as it has been painted for me.&lt;br /&gt;I say “for me” because I have been given a great life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it’s been easy its been comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear about the things other people go through...&lt;br /&gt;or about what is going on in some other land it doesn’t make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am too far removed from suffering and the worry of real life things to be able to grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even see it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all worry about problems and they may be “real life” issues but honestly most of them are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the land of complain about something because we have everything.&lt;br /&gt;And worry about the little things because the big things will get taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I sound overly passionate but it is necessary, I am tired of the society I live in.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me puke that I have nothing to get sick over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go off track for a moment, for I need this answered, is the media in place to give us the news?&lt;br /&gt;Or have we empowered them to awaken even for a moment our incurable boredom?&lt;br /&gt;What is today’s real news?&lt;br /&gt;That the unemployment rate has changed or is it that 13,698 children just lost their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we shake a snow globe in order to stir a reaction&lt;br /&gt;but for the globe we live on it is unnecessary…&lt;br /&gt; The vibrations are already underfoot...&lt;br /&gt;our neighbors are crying out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger for truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight against complacency &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor the one next to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5688135046158724882?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5688135046158724882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5688135046158724882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5688135046158724882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5688135046158724882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-never-sure-about-future-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-4392366361651507902</id><published>2009-07-08T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:44:30.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britt Nicole - The lost get found</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E19B6p-c-38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E19B6p-c-38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-4392366361651507902?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4392366361651507902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=4392366361651507902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4392366361651507902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4392366361651507902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Britt Nicole - The lost get found'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-6985805643673701760</id><published>2009-06-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:37:30.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you do not succeed in today, you will not succeed in tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-6985805643673701760?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6985805643673701760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=6985805643673701760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6985805643673701760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6985805643673701760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-do-not-succeed-in-today-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2257172315253138566</id><published>2009-03-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:55:56.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth A Thousand</title><content type='html'>I am still longing for such a life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about a verse in the bible constantly&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure where it is or what it says exactly&lt;br /&gt;But it says something like, "bring Heaven to Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I long for more than another piece of heaven&lt;br /&gt;These pieces have been scattered throughout&lt;br /&gt;Like a big puzzle&lt;br /&gt;We are to search and find&lt;br /&gt;We are to put them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at these pieces as small gifts that we can choose to find&lt;br /&gt;That we can choose to open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has gone great lengths to show the extent of his care&lt;br /&gt;I can only help but to imagine the lengths at which my heavenly father has gone to as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pieces that we have been given make up quite a picture&lt;br /&gt;It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made the world and everything in it, therefore it is all an extension of himself.&lt;br /&gt;As He molded the ground, as His light tore through the blanket of darkness, as He took a breath into the lungs of a human being, He left his fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;Purposefully He left his fingerprints.. His character within the framework of His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of sin, there are only pieces, both large and small, for us to find.&lt;br /&gt;These pieces consist within His word, in human interaction, and through His beauty that surrounds us every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about who has the best strategy for finding these pieces or even who has the most pieces&lt;br /&gt;It is about the search, the desire to find more&lt;br /&gt;It is about the show and tell when a discovery is made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will have all the pieces and no one will have the same ones as another&lt;br /&gt;That is why we as a people being the body of Christ is so profound&lt;br /&gt;We can join our pieces together and make a deeper, more detailed picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of this life are pieces of our Father&lt;br /&gt;We cannot fully know Him&lt;br /&gt;The glory is too overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the pieces come together it will make up quite a picture&lt;br /&gt;It is a picture that is worth all of eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2257172315253138566?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2257172315253138566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2257172315253138566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2257172315253138566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2257172315253138566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-still-longing-for-such-life.html' title='Worth A Thousand'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5936947895312397730</id><published>2008-11-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:05:41.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bi</title><content type='html'>I am going to go ahead and brag because it is very necessary at the moment. God has blessed my life so greatly and I need to vent it somewhere. This whole week has been an uplifting time - hugging family that has been missed - seeing how true and encouraging friends can be - seeing the smile on my brother and his wife's face through their new child - living in this cold weather and yet being comforted by the warmth of a home and plenty of food - playing football with two legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about this life that can get me so down? I have no questions about what can lift me up for it is surrounding me in this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly I believe now that opportunities are given daily by the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to walk this life without asking what is to my left and right. I always wonder what this or that situation meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a question sticking to the middle of my back for some time. My arms are too short to reach it and my eyes are unable to see it and therefore I have not understood. I think or... I know that this question has made me less sane because without the answer I felt like I was living wrong - living underneath the potential that has been given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I have is about the bipolarness of life:&lt;br /&gt;The ups, the down, the lefts and rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a question to understand the question:&lt;br /&gt;What are the fruits of the spirit and how do they correlate to the life that I know?&lt;br /&gt;It (life) is not peaceful - I am not patience - who anymore is gentle? - is it worth mentioning faithfulness? What percent of marriages end in divorce? What is that percentage among Christians??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these simple statements are you not thrown off anyways? Are you not stumbling sideways along this tilted Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am liar but I hate to lie and even more I hate to lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;There are questions and I will not settle for the unanswered&lt;br /&gt;Where is the fruit? I do not see many trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten a little off course - but then again that is the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I drove about 300 miles on what seemed to be a very straight road.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of that drive I had forgotten that I was driving. I was very tired at this point and I had zoned out into thought. I was no longer watching out for cops, or safely being aware of other drivers. I am not even sure how fast I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something clicked&lt;br /&gt;What happened on that road completely explains life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent so much time trying to get on course to "how God wants life to be."&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was trying to make every aspect of my life fit into the fruits of the spirit. And when that didn't happen (which was all the time) I would be thrown off. I go into a tail spin not knowing what is up, what is down or even what my mission was anymore. I remember one question that I have asked myself over and over, "I am trying to follow you Lord and do your will, why is it not working out? Why do I not feel the peace or the patience? And why do I not feel like being so kind right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One answer is because I have been on a mission of my own for some time now. It was originally planned unknowingly but has progressed into quite an evil machine. I have been trying to shape this world to fit into my lifestyle and into my wants (While so many search for food I search for spice).&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is that there is no abort button for this mission. I have lived for myself so long that it has taken me over and wrapped me in chains. (God you are a jealous god and I know you do not want to share my heart - break the chains of my sin and bind me to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other answer is a bit brighter&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before I believe that the Lord gives opportunities around every corner (why wouldn't He? There are only so many corners).&lt;br /&gt;When I was trying to make a check mark next to every fruit of the spirit I was nudging God out of the way. I was not giving Him any opportunity to work in my life. I was taking everything and making it peaceful and good. In those times was when I was the most complacent. I had no desire to work hard, or find out more about life, or even do my homework. Why should I? I'm at peace.  It was like being on that road driving straight with nothing to worry about - And falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roller coaster of life is an opportunity - one given by God&lt;br /&gt;When we are on top of the hill we have the opportunity to bless others who are not. We have the opportunity to be humble and confident (not prideful). We have the opportunity to say, "hey thank you Father."&lt;br /&gt;When we are at the bottom it is also an opportunity. It is a chance to hand your life over and say, "God take what is already yours, and make with it what you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never pay for a ride that did not have its ups and downs. Why was I longing for such a life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5936947895312397730?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5936947895312397730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5936947895312397730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5936947895312397730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5936947895312397730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-going-to-go-ahead-and-brag-because.html' title='bi'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5664116629994368621</id><published>2008-10-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:23:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kateeee in Tennesseee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJWgPXRQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YTHV6Sbdz5g/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261199809403372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJWgPXRQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YTHV6Sbdz5g/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJ5baMJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nb4RzcQcxJU/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200409402025810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJ5baMJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nb4RzcQcxJU/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJ4ptwkAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bkI_MqNmn0M/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200396062330882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJ4ptwkAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bkI_MqNmn0M/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200404967063298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJ5K4z_wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aKP7aYT8j4k/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Erica and I flew in early yesterday morning and why not do it again tomorrow? I guess we're leaving at 6 in the morning. Today was a good time hanging out with Erica, Keith, Becca and Kate! The coolest part is seeing the joy Kate brings to them both, even when all she does is sleep and eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5664116629994368621?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5664116629994368621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5664116629994368621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5664116629994368621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5664116629994368621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_25.html' title='Kateeee in Tennesseee'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SQOJWgPXRQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YTHV6Sbdz5g/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5669985190070843684</id><published>2008-10-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:29:57.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06AgY5Xoavw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06AgY5Xoavw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5669985190070843684?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5669985190070843684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5669985190070843684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5669985190070843684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5669985190070843684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2173547078020090949</id><published>2008-10-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:13:56.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a trip up to Milwaukee today to meet with an agent from InventHelp. I am hoping they can help me get some of my ideas off the ground. Apparently they are extremely thorough in their "help." Not only do they help create the product but also make a prototype, patent the idea, and introduce them to interested companies who may want to buy the idea or take part in a licensing agreement. I'm not sure why I enjoy business so much but today was pretty interesting and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;The next step is saving some moola for a patent attorney. He will look through and file a patent for the idea so we can move forward in introducing it. It's a huge risk and I'll probably be throwing a couple grand out the window but I am stoked for the slightest chance of something working out. Michael Jordan said "I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed." Although I plan to succeed I realize there will be failure. It is my hope that I accept my failures and realize they are my steps to success. Starting my own business is a risk, especially in the recession we're in right now but it also has the most reward. Entrepreneurship enables the pride of providing for yourself, but more then that, it is an open door towards influencing the people, businesses and environment around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2173547078020090949?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2173547078020090949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2173547078020090949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2173547078020090949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2173547078020090949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-trip-up-to-milwaukee-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-362982145338893861</id><published>2008-10-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:01:17.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I can't get away can't get away can't get away can't get away I keep running into you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-362982145338893861?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/362982145338893861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=362982145338893861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/362982145338893861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/362982145338893861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-i-cant-get-away-cant-get-away-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-6751142762058925817</id><published>2008-09-08T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:47:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“There goes my hero&lt;br /&gt;Watch him as he goes&lt;br /&gt;He’s ordinary.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;-Foo Fighters &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was about to say God isn’t above and beyond but He obviously is way above and beyond. I was about to say this because I was in a thought, so intrigued and moved by how He is also right here.&lt;br /&gt;Last night an old friend called me and she was really itching to talk so we met at Togos and talked for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;God has felt so far away recently – so above but mostly beyond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I saw God in a young girl&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw God&lt;br /&gt;Last night He came to me through an old friend - an old friend who has been a mystery to me for a long time. We have talked only a few times in the past couple years and I have had no idea what she believed.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I looked in her eyes and saw God.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I listened to her voice and heard the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-6751142762058925817?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6751142762058925817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=6751142762058925817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6751142762058925817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6751142762058925817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-goes-my-hero-watch-him-as-he-goes.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-6677733046312020431</id><published>2008-09-07T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:53:12.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder when I am going to give myself up. I wonder when I am going to stop being number one. I have been number one all my life and over and over again I have found in those times to be racing alone. Maybe thats why those who are first shall be last because they are first and last - alone racing towards their own goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-6677733046312020431?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6677733046312020431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=6677733046312020431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6677733046312020431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6677733046312020431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wonder-when-i-am-going-to-give-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2381457448154401809</id><published>2008-08-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:31:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the central metaphors for God and his people throughout the Bible is that of a groom and his bride. God is the groom; his people are the bride. I like this because it makes the church a “she”. We need to reclaim this image.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The church is a she.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s a mystery, isn’t she? Still going after all this time. After the Crusades and the Inquisition and Christian cable television. Still going. And there continue to be people like me who believe she is one of the best ideas ever. In spite of all the ways she has veered off track. In spite of all the people who have actually turned away from God because of what they experienced in church. I am starting to realize why: The church is like a double-edged sword. When it’s good, when it’s on, when it’s right, it’s like nothing on earth. A group of people committed to selflessly serving and loving the world around them? Great. But when it’s bad, all that potential gets turned the other way. From the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, sometimes in the same week, sometimes in the same day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But she will live on. She’s indestructible. When she dies in one part of the world, she explodes in another. She’s global. She’s universal. She’s everywhere. And while she’s fragile, she’s going to endure. In every generation there will be those who see her beauty and give their lives to see her shine. Jesus said the gates of hell will not prevail against her. That’s strong language. And it’s true. She will continue to roll across the ages, serving and giving and connecting people with God and each other. And people will abuse her and manipulate her and try to control her, but they’ll pass on. And she will keep going.” – Velvet Elvis - Rob Bell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2381457448154401809?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2381457448154401809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2381457448154401809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2381457448154401809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2381457448154401809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/08/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-7913200143655006822</id><published>2008-08-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:21:55.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Call if you will, but who will answer you?&lt;br /&gt;To which of the holy ones will you turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=2', 2);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; Resentment kills a fool,&lt;br /&gt;and envy slays the simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=3', 3);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; I myself have seen a fool taking root,&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly his house was cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=4', 4);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; His children are far from safety,&lt;br /&gt;crushed in court without a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=5', 5);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; The hungry consume his harvest,&lt;br /&gt;taking it even from among thorns,&lt;br /&gt;and the thirsty pant after his wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=6', 6);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; For hardship does not spring from the soil,&lt;br /&gt;nor does trouble sprout from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=7', 7);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; Yet man is born to trouble&lt;br /&gt;as surely as sparks fly upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=8', 8);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“But if it were I, I would appeal to God;&lt;br /&gt;I would lay my cause before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=9', 9);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,&lt;br /&gt;miracles that cannot be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=10', 10);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; He bestows rain on the earth;&lt;br /&gt;he sends water upon the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=11', 11);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; The lowly he sets on high,&lt;br /&gt;and those who mourn are lifted to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=12', 12);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; He thwarts the plans of the crafty,&lt;br /&gt;so that their hands achieve no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=13', 13);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; He catches the wise in their craftiness,&lt;br /&gt;and the schemes of the wily are swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=14', 14);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Darkness comes upon them in the daytime;&lt;br /&gt;at noon they grope as in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=15', 15);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth;&lt;br /&gt;he saves them from the clutches of the powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=16', 16);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; So the poor have hope,&lt;br /&gt;and injustice shuts its mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=17', 17);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;17&lt;/a&gt; “&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blessed is the man whom God corrects;&lt;br /&gt;so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a class="ftnt" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#_fnt_1" name="fnt_1"&gt;[fn1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=18', 18);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;18&lt;/a&gt; For he wounds, but he also binds up;&lt;br /&gt;he injures, but his hands also heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=19', 19);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;19&lt;/a&gt; From six calamities he will rescue you;&lt;br /&gt;in seven no harm will befall you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=20', 20);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;20&lt;/a&gt; In famine he will ransom you from death,&lt;br /&gt;and in battle from the stroke of the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=21', 21);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;21&lt;/a&gt; You will be protected from the lash of the tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and need not fear when destruction comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=22', 22);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;22&lt;/a&gt; You will laugh at destruction and famine,&lt;br /&gt;and need not fear the beasts of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=23', 23);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;23&lt;/a&gt; For you will have a covenant with the stones of the field,&lt;br /&gt;and the wild animals will be at peace with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=24', 24);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt; You will know that your tent is secure;&lt;br /&gt;you will take stock of your property and find nothing missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=25', 25);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;25&lt;/a&gt; You will know that your children will be many,&lt;br /&gt;and your descendants like the grass of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=26', 26);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;26&lt;/a&gt; You will come to the grave in full vigor,&lt;br /&gt;like sheaves gathered in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=27', 27);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=005&amp;amp;version=nivp#"&gt;27&lt;/a&gt; “We have examined this, and it is true.&lt;br /&gt;So hear it and apply it to yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-7913200143655006822?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7913200143655006822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=7913200143655006822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7913200143655006822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7913200143655006822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-if-you-will-but-who-will-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-6087111995161213458</id><published>2008-08-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:48:47.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/T1RvAPxleK/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/T1RvAPxleK/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/12stones/video/CrtdRv41/12_stones_anthem_for_the_underdog_music_video/"&gt;Anthem For The Underdog - 12 Stones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not begin to explain the moment when this song came on last night. There have been a couple songs that have defined this season of life for me and my friend mike. A couple have been from this movie Never Back Down. We went to a concert last night having no idea that 12 Stones was going to be there. When they played this song it felt like there were 20,000 people singing and screaming along. All I have to say is theres nothing like moshing with one leg. Also 3 of the songs they played were sung to Christ, I'm not sure anyone knew it though - one of them being The Way I feel (favorite song from sophomore year of highschool) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-6087111995161213458?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6087111995161213458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=6087111995161213458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6087111995161213458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/6087111995161213458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/08/anthem-for-underdog-12-stones-i-can-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3405255441770359174</id><published>2008-08-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:35:52.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless</title><content type='html'>I received a letter from someone last week but i didn't bother to pick it up until now. Im glad because something she wrote just hit me really hard. I feel a little embarrassed saying this cause it's pretty girly - "sometimes the one strong wind that catches us off guard is all we need to discover the power of our wings."&lt;br /&gt;This year I have never received so much of what I did not expect (and it's only half over). And in a way it has been good. I am not going to try to lie and say I am happier then ever, the last couple months could never surpass the smiles brought to my face in the last few years. But now I would say I have a contentment like never before. I wasn't uncontent because of the people in my life, but more because of the one who wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;I told my girlfriend before we faded away that I was a fool for trying to be her man when I was still a little boy. It was true and I still am just a boy. There are places in my heart that have not been cleared away yet. And it's boyish behavior to think I can do without making full way for the Lord when it is His already (plus how many times do I continue to fail without?) So Lord..for the ache in my heart and the bruise on my body I am thankful. You have faithfully pursued my heart and pushed me unexpectedly. Honestly when I asked you to mold my heart I didn't know you were really gonna go at it.  I know there is a lot more to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Job is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;relentless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pursuit of who God has made you to be."&lt;br /&gt;-Velvet Elvis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-3405255441770359174?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3405255441770359174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3405255441770359174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3405255441770359174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3405255441770359174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/08/relentless.html' title='Relentless'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2865490261383791055</id><published>2008-07-31T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:46:30.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ1pBGWa9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BIEbwrQVkUs/s1600-h/Strong+and+courageous+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ1pBGWa9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BIEbwrQVkUs/s320/Strong+and+courageous+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229371464860724178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got inspired&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3UmYp2PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-h-zhpvZL6E/s1600-h/text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3UmYp2PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-h-zhpvZL6E/s320/text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373313115609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3R_orhEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wHx1fWw-XQE/s1600-h/Gates+of+Havenstead+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3R_orhEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wHx1fWw-XQE/s320/Gates+of+Havenstead+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373268354106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3PTO_xCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A0cyzcH-DQo/s1600-h/db_Gates_of_Heaven_1b1+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3PTO_xCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A0cyzcH-DQo/s320/db_Gates_of_Heaven_1b1+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373222075483170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3LvePaeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/06N9doQKmag/s1600-h/41712471.Mondaygate+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ3LvePaeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/06N9doQKmag/s320/41712471.Mondaygate+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373160936139234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was used, well plus the random dude in a t shirt (I need to thank lisa for dafont.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2865490261383791055?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2865490261383791055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2865490261383791055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2865490261383791055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2865490261383791055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SJJ1pBGWa9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BIEbwrQVkUs/s72-c/Strong+and+courageous+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-1859977907504654344</id><published>2008-07-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:14:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to take this time to thank you Lord. I dont understand how I can be feeling the way I am now after an awful yesterday. But maybe that is ok, maybe i don't need to understand, or maybe it is simply because I can't understand. I read somewhere that we don't see miracles because most of the time we don't need them, usually putting our hope in something else. When we're sick we go to the doctor, when we're hungry we take a ride to the nearest grocer or better yet take a couple steps to the frig. It seems that you do wonders when I take a step back from myself, this world and rely on you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't say my mind set was in the best place yesterday, I wouldn't presume i was handling it in the best way but this isn't first time you have shown me grace. I am not very sure what is going to happen with my work situation and I am definitely feeling my leg more then I wish to be. My spirit is high though and I know it is all from you (gracefully sovereign..i dont get it).&lt;br /&gt;Just so I dont forget I want to write about this thing I keep thinking about: "Simply Profound." I have tried using those two words to describe anything but you and I can't. Everything profound seems to involve complexity, superiority or mystery. Maybe I'll just keep thinking about it and elaborate another night when it's not 1 am. Thank you that I can wonder like it was the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to put God in a box, I remember He's the one who made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-1859977907504654344?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1859977907504654344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=1859977907504654344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/1859977907504654344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/1859977907504654344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-to-take-this-time-to-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-4800108010855299214</id><published>2008-07-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:26:07.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im skippin town, im skippin stones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-4800108010855299214?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4800108010855299214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=4800108010855299214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4800108010855299214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4800108010855299214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-skippin-town-im-skippin-stones.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2178605993700631334</id><published>2008-07-30T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:18:10.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlQ7i85SnKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlQ7i85SnKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2178605993700631334?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2178605993700631334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2178605993700631334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2178605993700631334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2178605993700631334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-7678186353823702166</id><published>2008-07-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:38:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays pretty much the worst day. I feel I have been pretty optimistic about my injury a little over a month ago but today im a wreck. Everyones been amazing and so caring. This last month would have been much different without their support. But today it got turned upside down on me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting workers compensation and they were telling me the number one concern was getting me better. I am torn because that compensation has been taken away after going back to work yesterday. But here I am sitting in my room because I am in too much pain to continue working (and now I am not getting paid). I fell asleep at 5am this morning unable to sleep from the medication only to wake up and have to go in 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;If my health was really the number one concern would I have had to question going into work today. No I wouldn't have to but  in reality the system is the number concern, getting me back into the system.&lt;br /&gt;Also I wont be getting paid while I am away from work going through rehab. Poor me right?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am torn because I feel like I shouldn't be working yet and now I have to balance between not getting paid and taking care of myself. (I thought I had gotten workers compensation because of the fact they recognized this was work related and I shouldn't have to make that choice - guess they were just buttering me up, now that I am back, who gives)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-7678186353823702166?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7678186353823702166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=7678186353823702166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7678186353823702166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7678186353823702166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-pretty-much-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3324359826730655997</id><published>2008-07-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:18:50.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perfect love gave us the choice to beat it down into nothing (in which we did) so that we might give love the choice to beat us down into everything (in which have you?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-3324359826730655997?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3324359826730655997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3324359826730655997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3324359826730655997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3324359826730655997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-love-gave-us-choice-to-beat-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-831519120599151518</id><published>2008-07-22T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:15:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIaGN2wjr5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GRe_vk6RC3Y/s1600-h/Eric+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIaGN2wjr5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GRe_vk6RC3Y/s320/Eric+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226011990205640594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIaFoneEbnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CU8Da6qrISw/s1600-h/Eric+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-831519120599151518?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/831519120599151518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=831519120599151518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/831519120599151518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/831519120599151518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIaGN2wjr5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GRe_vk6RC3Y/s72-c/Eric+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-8376221538804240398</id><published>2008-07-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:48:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first tshirt design</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIT0y7aeTcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xskmkwDD4fs/s1600-h/God+So+Loved.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIT0y7aeTcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xskmkwDD4fs/s320/God+So+Loved.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225570623435984322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C28.com clothing is having a design contest so I thought I might as well give it a shot. I haven't thought much about designing clothes but it is actually pretty fun. I guess I will have to wait to see if its any good by how many votes I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-8376221538804240398?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8376221538804240398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=8376221538804240398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8376221538804240398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8376221538804240398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-tshirt-design.html' title='first tshirt design'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SIT0y7aeTcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xskmkwDD4fs/s72-c/God+So+Loved.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-8465512899982213767</id><published>2008-07-17T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:42:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't know God if you don't love - 1 John 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems without God love can only be words, love can only be conditional.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not something we imagine or simply feel. Love came from perfection into utter chaos, crossing into enemy territory. Love embraced us before we knew what it was; Long before we chose to accept it (if ever). It wraps its arms around us while we continue to curse at the world we changed. It pursues to change our hardened hearts with patience, engraving one letter at a time. Not L-O-V-E but C-H-R-I-S-T.  Love and God apart are nothing. But we are mocking him while loving ourselves continues to be everything. The Way (God-he has not only made us but made for us a way to live) the Truth (Christ-God sent his son to be living truth, an example) and the Life (Holy Spirit- God gave us his spirit to be a guide to hold on to the truth already given)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-8465512899982213767?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8465512899982213767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=8465512899982213767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8465512899982213767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8465512899982213767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-cant-know-god-if-you-dont-love-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2315243711243012713</id><published>2008-07-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:45:59.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking out I find no understanding of the world - it's hate and it's blindness. Then I look in myself who was blind from the start and I understand a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell my ex-girlfriend that I wasn't a complainer. It was far from the truth. Whether or not anyone hears it I am constantly looking out and complaining about the iniquities of others. I have found to be so disgusted and uncontent with the world yet longing to part of it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I afflicted with desiring everything that is fleeting and taking what is constant and true for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the most to complain about You did very little of it. You were a do-er, teach me your ways Lord. Shut my mouth and move my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2315243711243012713?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2315243711243012713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2315243711243012713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2315243711243012713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2315243711243012713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-out-i-find-no-understanding-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-1836273267653397977</id><published>2008-07-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:01:23.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo   I made my first outside sale!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-1836273267653397977?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1836273267653397977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-5446017087825508028</id><published>2008-07-09T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:03:39.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"With what shall I come before the Lord and bow down before the exalted God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has showed you..what is good.&lt;br /&gt;To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."&lt;br /&gt;-Micah 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful that He simply asks us to close our eyes and open our hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-5446017087825508028?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5446017087825508028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=5446017087825508028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5446017087825508028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/5446017087825508028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-what-shall-i-come-before-lord-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Origin of design&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SG-jexGQORI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xbMOoojkXk/s1600-h/crucifix-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SG-jexGQORI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xbMOoojkXk/s320/crucifix-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219570242116663570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SG-jGGCZKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7kyKC6GXFME/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SG-jGGCZKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7kyKC6GXFME/s320/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219569818240887490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-806476165965198109?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/806476165965198109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=806476165965198109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/806476165965198109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/806476165965198109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SG-h9kv4sOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZJsRJqdomF8/s72-c/jesus+proj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-1632660483688885647</id><published>2008-07-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:42:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"What is, therefore, our task today? Shall I answer: 'Faith, hope, and love'? That sounds beautiful. but I would say - courage. No, even that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth. Our task today is recklessness. For what we Christians lack is not psychology or literature...we lack a holy rage - the recklessness which comes from the knowledge of God and humanity. The ability to rage when justice lies prostrate on the streets, and when the lie rages across the face of the earth...a holy anger about the things that are wrong in the world. To rage against the ravaging of God's earth, and the destruction of God's world. To rage when little children must die of hunger, when the tables of the rich are sagging with food. To rage at the senseless killing of so many, and against the madness of militaries. To rage at the lie that calls the threat of death and the strategy of destruction peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To rage against complacency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To restlessly seek that recklessness that will challenge and seek to change human history until it conforms to the norms of the kingdom of God. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And remember the sign of the Christian Church have been the Lion, the Lamb, the Dove, and the Fish...but never the chameleon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Kaj Munk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A priest and playwright who was killed after speaking these words in 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Lord may I not be complacent but live the way that has been exemplified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In innocence may I not conform to this world. In Your might may I realize that ALL things can and will be done if I pursue You (take me on an adventure for You!). In peace may I not take the easy road of violence and anger but reflect the light of Your love. I love You and thank You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2702782782710916929-1632660483688885647?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1632660483688885647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=1632660483688885647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/1632660483688885647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/1632660483688885647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-therefore-our-task-today-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-4638722072809368010</id><published>2008-06-30T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:41:41.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There (in the ER) it was of great comfort to know my flesh was in good hands but that was nothing compared to comfort of knowing my spirit was in greater hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday (June 26th) I ruptured my Achilles tendon on a broken pipe. It is not a day that I would gladly go back to or go through again but to be honest I am glad it happened. I am beginning to believe more every day now that God answers prayers and if you pursue Him He will gladly pursue you back. Well in the last year or so (the beginning of the adventure He freely gives) I have continued to learn that His pursuit is more exciting then anyone else's. Simply... profoundly... the Lord is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember after the accident lying on the floor next to a blaring tractor. There was no one around and I was bleeding excessively through my hands. The pain was pretty bad but it was two other feelings within that moment that made my tears. It was a moment that I felt completely helpless and completely alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the craziness I sat in the ER for a couple hours waiting to go into surgery feeling pretty ashamed. Back at the accident I knew I was not alone and I also knew that help was on the way. For the rest of that night I had a sickness in my stomach. There are people who are utterly alone, without Christ and others also without help. How crazy is that? I felt so overwhelmed for a minute with a feeling that some may have to live with on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my life, I do not want it. When I am living in a comfortable suburban home not worrying about surviving but worrying about how long I have to gimp around, I do not want to be in control anymore. Lord you are sovereign and you are in control already. You have broken my flesh so that my spirit may also be broken for you. May I turn to you now and truly follow your will and your way. And if I still do not recognize tear my other leg and break my arms. My body has been a source of pride and my pride turns my spirit from you. You have taken my leg now receive my body and spirit. This is my prayer: May I be sweetly broken for you. I love you and thank you Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-4638722072809368010?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4638722072809368010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=4638722072809368010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4638722072809368010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4638722072809368010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-in-er-it-was-of-great-comfort-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3934420844622905219</id><published>2008-06-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:21:24.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGkH_xsY3BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MHEXpFypO2E/s1600-h/K%26D+light+logo+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGkH_xsY3BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MHEXpFypO2E/s320/K%26D+light+logo+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217710435538099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(thank you Liz Power Photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGkE4fKS-CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RphzrENru30/s1600-h/Engagement+Shots+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGkE4fKS-CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RphzrENru30/s320/Engagement+Shots+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217707011769301026" 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/2702782782710916929-3934420844622905219?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3934420844622905219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3934420844622905219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3934420844622905219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3934420844622905219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/original-thank-you-liz-power.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGkH_xsY3BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MHEXpFypO2E/s72-c/K%26D+light+logo+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-4084439447368017701</id><published>2008-06-29T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:45:33.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May a life of my own begin to fade so that I am not seen but rather Jesus Christ is seen through me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-4084439447368017701?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4084439447368017701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=4084439447368017701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4084439447368017701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4084439447368017701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-life-of-my-own-begin-to-fade-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-4477805010040991158</id><published>2008-06-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:32:34.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6gpCOLNnQc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6gpCOLNnQc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share a great song&lt;br /&gt;(thanks Gina and Michelle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-4477805010040991158?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4477805010040991158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=4477805010040991158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4477805010040991158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/4477805010040991158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-thought-id-share-great-song-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-8875247212014840581</id><published>2008-06-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:13:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGF_nqc3fDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SrvAZWHX4YU/s1600-h/Keren+and+dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGF_nqc3fDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SrvAZWHX4YU/s320/Keren+and+dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215590162858736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Keren's engagement pictures. Thanks for letting me put something together for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-8875247212014840581?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8875247212014840581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=8875247212014840581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8875247212014840581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/8875247212014840581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/dave-and-kerens-engagement-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/SGF_nqc3fDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SrvAZWHX4YU/s72-c/Keren+and+dave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3023105328921226174</id><published>2008-06-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:28:23.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how encouraging my Father can be when patience and faithfulness come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from church and I was really uplifted by someone this morning (I'll give you a hint his names Neil Adamson).  He come up to Danny with the biggest smile on his face and yet you could tell that smile was unable to express the bigger smile on his heart. He had a lot of cool things to say about his worldy desires coming together with his spiritual desires. You could tell he was being filled with joy.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was dancing with some friends. In a place where theres good music, a lot of woman and lots and lots of alcohol, there wasn't one person smiling like Neil (I wonder where joy comes from!). Praise God for your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the puzzle starts coming together I realize I am the one who had taken it apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-3023105328921226174?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3023105328921226174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3023105328921226174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3023105328921226174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3023105328921226174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-amazing-how-encouraging-my-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-364879313589082867</id><published>2008-06-22T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:20:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lost for words &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;so lost in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we are sweetly broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sweetly Broken by...I can't think of the artist right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-364879313589082867?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/364879313589082867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=364879313589082867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/364879313589082867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/364879313589082867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-for-words-so-lost-in-love-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3254636271694583767</id><published>2008-06-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:17:18.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We do not struggle or fight for life because here we are already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very core of who we are is being slowly drained. Passion is tainted and losing its meaning. How can we know the meaning of a word that is thrown around lust and the "it's all about me" slogan we are teaching one another. We are only bored with a lack of appreciation. The word passion seems something too far away to grasp anymore. When we are always onto the next thing, there is no desire for the present. It is the present that we are meant to live and it is here that we are meant to be filled with passion and joy. When it is all about me (and it is so often) we are looking for something to give us passion rather then finding it in what have already been given. Let us take a step back and stop paying attention to all the signs thrown in our faces that tell us how to live. Instead may we quiet the noise and appreciate the signs that point to love and selflessness. It is in love that we can truly live a life filled with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Discover the truth that saves you. The key to joy, to growth, to passion isn't hiding from you." (We're just looking in the wrong places)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;- A Cross Centered Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-3254636271694583767?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3254636271694583767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3254636271694583767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3254636271694583767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3254636271694583767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-do-not-struggle-or-fight-for-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2951853637716337401</id><published>2008-05-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:01:18.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above,&lt;br /&gt;The road that is wide and filled with self love,&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I see draws me,&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only in You that I can truly see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TobyMac - lose my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Not knowing why I ever retreated from your arms&lt;br /&gt;A mistake I made&lt;br /&gt;Now oh Lord I feel your warm embrace, contentment&lt;br /&gt;fills my soul as joy lights my face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutless - your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason why I stand&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in you&lt;br /&gt;You hung to make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Though my praise was few&lt;br /&gt;When I fall and bring your name down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have found in you&lt;br /&gt;A heart that bleeds forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;That your response will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll take you back always&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Camp - take you back&lt;br /&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/2702782782710916929-2951853637716337401?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2951853637716337401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2951853637716337401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2951853637716337401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2951853637716337401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-pray-that-im-artist-who-rises.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-7868313667538263363</id><published>2008-05-21T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:45:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God."&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Pierce founder of World Vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a life that is pleasing to God and I long to have an impact on peoples lives. But so many times it is all about me. It is all about what I think is right or how I think I can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;It is starting to seem that an impact can be made only when you leave yourself out of it and start thinking about the Lord's heart not your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-7868313667538263363?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7868313667538263363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=7868313667538263363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7868313667538263363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7868313667538263363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-my-heart-be-broken-with-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-7922183867975532645</id><published>2008-05-18T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:35:57.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My buddy told me something the other day that hit me really hard. I was talking with him about my struggles with life's disappointments ( I usually let them get me down). He told me, "All you can do is fight for what you love, and once you have done that....then you will know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-7922183867975532645?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7922183867975532645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=7922183867975532645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7922183867975532645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/7922183867975532645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-buddy-told-me-something-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-3972391809826646611</id><published>2007-07-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:24:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examples of my work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RvwRnIartuI/AAAAAAAAADo/8bYNRo-sByw/s1600-h/globes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RvwRnIartuI/AAAAAAAAADo/8bYNRo-sByw/s320/globes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114982640758011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqlmD9ryv3I/AAAAAAAAACw/yuSk4hw8sCg/s1600-h/Derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqlmD9ryv3I/AAAAAAAAACw/yuSk4hw8sCg/s320/Derek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091713072002940786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDesign has become my business, but it continues to be my passion. The very basic name for these kinds of photos would be a collage. I call them an Intimage. When a collage is made, many pictures are thrown together. An Intimage is similer in that multiple images are used but they are integrated to flow and interact with each other. Every holiday, every Christmas, every wedding you experience is unique. Bring your memories together in a unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The meaning of RDesign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this type of design the outcome is always something new. What the "R" really stands for is what I (as a creativity enthusiast) and you (as a moment capturing enthusiast) can do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a photobucket.com account, upload as many pictures as you want,  send me the url, and bring your ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;url - the full address of your page on photobucket.com&lt;br /&gt;(ex. http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Intimage/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3345 Ashley Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Glenview, IL 60025&lt;br /&gt;Phone #847-612-6513&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: Jaredr4125@yahoo.com.  e-mail if you have questions. Comments or feedback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-3972391809826646611?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3972391809826646611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=3972391809826646611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3972391809826646611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/3972391809826646611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2007/07/other-typesexamples-of-my-work.html' title='Examples of my work'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RvwRnIartuI/AAAAAAAAADo/8bYNRo-sByw/s72-c/globes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702782782710916929.post-2046811011598399185</id><published>2007-07-26T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:15:24.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Into a moment'/><title type='text'>Into a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzZNtryv9I/AAAAAAAAADg/lGzRMyKFIUE/s1600-h/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzZNtryv9I/AAAAAAAAADg/lGzRMyKFIUE/s320/page5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092684108273991634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzZDNryv8I/AAAAAAAAADY/DH7-ahU8iyc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzZDNryv8I/AAAAAAAAADY/DH7-ahU8iyc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092683927885365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzY1tryv7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kSXWWoY1A3k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzY1tryv7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kSXWWoY1A3k/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092683695957131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is not a very specific word, but it is used to express a very specific feeling. These pictures are parts of collages I have worked on. I do these because I enjoy the ability to bring together a moment. One that is expressed originally through creative design. (the link "Intimage" will take you to a few complete works)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702782782710916929-2046811011598399185?l=jaredrocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2046811011598399185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2702782782710916929&amp;postID=2046811011598399185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2046811011598399185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702782782710916929/posts/default/2046811011598399185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredrocha.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-is-not-very-specific-word-but-it-is.html' title='Into a moment'/><author><name>Jared Rocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431282947929691129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/jaredr4125/Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t57er5l0u9s/RqzZNtryv9I/AAAAAAAAADg/lGzRMyKFIUE/s72-c/page5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
