<?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-643096400774165117</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:19:11.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua 1:9 - Courage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-3488654089545358436</id><published>2011-03-16T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:28:02.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love with a girl and she knows it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;So there’s this girl who I can’t get over.  I love her, and she knows it.  It wasn’t just because i could call her mine for two years, that was a bonus. There is just something about who she is, and what she’s all about. It goes more then the text messaging and the phone conversations. It runs deeper then the flowers, and gifts.  It who she is, and what she has become.  She’s beautiful, and nothing can change my perception of that. I love her just the way she is.  She makes me realize that there are girls out there who are worth it. Girls willing to fight for. She makes me smile, she makes me happy, and she’s everything I look for. I’m not saying she’s perfect because no one is but whether she will EVER believe me or not she is perfect in my eyes, and that’s all that matters. I messed up, I know this, but I know I can treat her right, I know I can be there for her always, even if it kills me to be just a friend. Every time I meet someone or talk to another girl that somehow stems interests, all I can think about is her. She makes the bad days good. The way she laughs whenever we hang out, when we talk about stuff that leads to nothing, always enjoy each others company, argue over stupid things. I am comfortable with her, but most importantly I can be me.  It’s not infatuation, or me being head over heels. I genuinely think besides how cute she is, that deep down she is amazing. Chances. We all want one, and we all eff up over and over again but none of that matters anymore, because all I want is a another chance with HER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I am not what i was originally advertised to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;but I know what it takes to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;so concludes the story, now begins the reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Note to self: Don’t give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-3488654089545358436?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/3488654089545358436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=3488654089545358436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/3488654089545358436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/3488654089545358436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-in-love-with-girl-and-she-knows-it.html' title='I am in love with a girl and she knows it.'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-526305740176743644</id><published>2011-03-03T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:21:57.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1 2011</title><content type='html'>Staples Center - Hillsong United - 20000 Believers&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;All our burdens&lt;br /&gt;And all our shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God our freedom&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And all our tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God our hope&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our failures&lt;br /&gt;And all our fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God our love&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a night i will never, ever, forget.  It really put things into perspective for me.  This is only LA. Yet the laborers are still few. He hung on a cross, conquered the grave, He has overcome.  Believe in the aftermath. 2000 years ago Jesus changed the world forever. Changed it for good. Take Heart, we are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJ5mjUh_mpc"&gt;The Stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-526305740176743644?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/526305740176743644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=526305740176743644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/526305740176743644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-479621141747482549?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/479621141747482549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=479621141747482549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/479621141747482549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/479621141747482549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/give-us-clean-hands.html' title='Give us Clean Hands'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8997176225436172232</id><published>2010-12-14T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:01:19.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my Friends</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I haven't been myself lately (responding to texts, calls, etc)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back soon, promise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8997176225436172232?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8997176225436172232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8997176225436172232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8997176225436172232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8997176225436172232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-all-my-friends.html' title='To all my Friends'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7748233807793394388</id><published>2010-12-14T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:29:20.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 42:8-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I will not yield my glory to another&lt;br /&gt;   or my praise to idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18490" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; See, the former things have taken place,&lt;br /&gt;   and new things I declare;&lt;br /&gt;before they spring into being&lt;br /&gt;   I announce them to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18491" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Sing to the LORD a new song,&lt;br /&gt;   his praise from the ends of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;you who go down to the sea, and all that is in it,&lt;br /&gt;   you islands, and all who live in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18492" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Let the wilderness and its towns raise their voices;&lt;br /&gt;   let the settlements where Kedar lives rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;Let the people of Sela sing for joy;&lt;br /&gt;   let them shout from the mountaintops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18493" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Let them give glory to the LORD&lt;br /&gt;   and proclaim his praise in the islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18494" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; The LORD will march out like a champion,&lt;br /&gt;   like a warrior he will stir up his zeal;&lt;br /&gt;with a shout he will raise the battle cry&lt;br /&gt;   and will triumph over his enemies.&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/643096400774165117-7748233807793394388?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7748233807793394388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7748233807793394388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7748233807793394388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7748233807793394388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/isaiah-428-13.html' title='Isaiah 42:8-13'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-5389696801612795581</id><published>2010-12-14T00:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:31:54.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>To be the Man of God I know I am capable of being&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord Help Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;but he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;its one thing to read it, another thing to follow it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-5389696801612795581?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/5389696801612795581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=5389696801612795581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/5389696801612795581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/5389696801612795581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-529708498131722003</id><published>2010-12-13T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:29:32.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Everything</title><content type='html'>We will shout forth your glory&lt;div&gt;We will shout forth your praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-529708498131722003?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/529708498131722003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=529708498131722003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/529708498131722003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/529708498131722003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-everything.html' title='With Everything'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-4035275207845784150</id><published>2010-12-12T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:36:33.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;God, grant us the...&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Serenity to accept things we cannot change,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Courage to change the things we can, and the&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Wisdom to know the difference&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Patience for the things that take time&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Appreciation for all that we have, and&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Tolerance for those with different struggles&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Freedom to live beyond the limitations of our past ways, the&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Ability to feel your love for us and our love for each other and the&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Strength to get up and try again even when we feel it is hopeless.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-4035275207845784150?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/4035275207845784150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=4035275207845784150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4035275207845784150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4035275207845784150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-5787107091796658016</id><published>2010-12-10T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:45:58.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops and Robbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll play cop since you stole my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're still as lovely as the first day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-5787107091796658016?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-555917426726442818</id><published>2010-12-06T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:10:59.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>Do not take your girl for granted&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love her with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Tend to her needs&lt;br /&gt;Make her happy&lt;br /&gt;and most of all let her know that her worth is more than Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the girl I just lost deserves all of these things, and i am willing to show that to her to the fullest extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-555917426726442818?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/555917426726442818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=555917426726442818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/555917426726442818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/555917426726442818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-3409037990506164090</id><published>2010-12-06T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:46:08.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Surrender</title><content type='html'>So take me as you find me, all my fears and failures, fill my life again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give my life to follow, everything I believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-3409037990506164090?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-543223015841420910</id><published>2010-12-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:31:46.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Already There</title><content type='html'>Sat through 4 masses at Holy Family yesterday, and heard a great homily&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gifts are already there. family, friends, and Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal this Christmas season is to focus on how I can give these gifts back to Jesus, because it is his birthday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-543223015841420910?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-6727715660165239497</id><published>2010-12-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:33:25.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>Because to me you are perfect everyday.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I will try to make you smile when you are at your lowest, i will care for you despite your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, i will love you despite how bad you make me feel, I will love you with or without makeup, i will love you in sweatpants or dresses, i will love you when you are crying, i will love you when you feel like all love is lost, i will love you for your past, present, and future, i will love you despite how your weight may fluctuate, i will love you when we argue, i will love you when you let me down, i will love you because you've showed me what it means to fight for what you believe in, and when I say i love you, I cringe, because with every ounce of me &lt;b&gt;I mean it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Gerardo Francisco Lopez Butalid, it is time to grow up, it is time to love like I never had before, and it is time to stop making excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Love NEVER fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28677" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-6727715660165239497?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/6727715660165239497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=6727715660165239497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6727715660165239497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6727715660165239497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7171220904947462235</id><published>2010-12-02T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:01:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imago Dei</title><content type='html'>Image of God&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We should not find worth in the things we do, but in who we ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-7171220904947462235?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7171220904947462235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7171220904947462235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7171220904947462235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7171220904947462235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/12/imago-dei.html' title='Imago Dei'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-4369462803777727142</id><published>2010-11-25T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:56:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, it is currently 7:02 am.  I deleted my tumblr and decided to return back to my blogspot.  I've always felt like I was more of myself when I wrote in this thing anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JFK once said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Molengo, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Molengo, Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Molengo, Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God has blessed with me the greatest friends and family I can ask for, but&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt; this last month has been one of the toughest in my life.  Yes, there are moments when Im happy, moments when I tell myself to move on, but for some peculiar reason my focus always goes back to you.  Maybe its because I know my mistakes and what I did wrong, or maybe its because I have never met a girl, let alone a person, as special as you.  I can't go through one minute not thinking about us.  I've been through this before, but I have never loved and loss as hard as this.  I have never felt more compelled to prove to someone that I CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke with this couple at the church I was working at, they have been together 63 years.  I asked them how they did it and they answered simply, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we never forgot where we came from, what got us here, and how we can better ourselves in the future" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied with a simple laugh and said "it can't be that easy".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a look the old man said back to me "Love isn't easy, but after your mistakes and downfalls, you know the difference between a girl you would give up on and a girl that you will never give up on, which is why 63 years later I am still the happiest man in the world. Remember boy, the ones worth waiting for...are the ones you need to keep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old Lady Finishes "and the ones who wait for you, are the keepers"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this thanksgiving, don't just tell the people you love that you are thankful for them, &lt;b&gt;show it.&lt;/b&gt;  Because one day, the opportunity to show it may no longer be there, and you'll be laying in your bed at 7:15 am stuck in the passenger seat, wishing and waiting for another opportunity to prove to yourself that you can do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, the hardest part is that I can't tell you this myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, and I love you for who you are, what you were, and what you will become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-4369462803777727142?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/4369462803777727142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=4369462803777727142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4369462803777727142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4369462803777727142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-it-from-here.html' title='Take it From Here'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8140806130065596916</id><published>2009-10-14T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:56:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Does Not Give You Anything You Can't Handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 Cor 10:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Living in this new place has been somewhat of a challenge.  WIth up and downs, trials and tribulations.  Constantly learning to stay the course and remain strong.  I got involved with a club called Real Life and participated in a meeting, signed up to lead worship, and through this whole process, well i learned something.  That no matter where you are, what you are doing, who you are surrounded by, God will be there.  He'll be there when you sin, he'll be there when you are doing good, he'll be there when you think you are ok.  Because no matter what, HE will fight through it, when you can't fight through it on your own. Hebrews 13:5, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will never leave you, nor forsake you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one can judge me for my decisions or what i do with my life, though questioned it all leads to a path that will be answered in do time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;life right now is as best as it can be, count your blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I am sleep deprived thanks to Tank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God Bless,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8140806130065596916?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8140806130065596916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8140806130065596916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8140806130065596916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8140806130065596916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-does-not-give-you-anything-you-cant.html' title='God Does Not Give You Anything You Can&apos;t Handle'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-3594675315885848545</id><published>2009-09-26T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:56:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB</title><content type='html'>My apartment is as empty as it can be right now&lt;div&gt;but settling in is going good, especially living of eggs for breakfast, ramen for lunch, and pasta for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words Of Wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I remember when getting high&lt;br /&gt;Meant swinging in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;When good-byes and sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Were gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Or big men on campus,&lt;br /&gt;Was only 6th grade status.&lt;br /&gt;I remember drinks with no aftermath,&lt;br /&gt;Weeds only picked out of the grass.&lt;br /&gt;When speeding and fame,&lt;br /&gt;Were found only in games.&lt;br /&gt;Where parties never lagged,&lt;br /&gt;But always included a goodie-bag.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when guys had cooties,&lt;br /&gt;And girls weren’t moody.&lt;br /&gt;A time when smoking,&lt;br /&gt;Only described a fire choking.&lt;br /&gt;A time when wasted,&lt;br /&gt;Meant the veggies you hadn’t tasted.&lt;br /&gt;And its crazy how its coming back,&lt;br /&gt;Like a prolonged, sneak attack.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz all we wanted was to be grown up; however,&lt;br /&gt;In the review it’s our childhood we need to treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When your young you want to be old, and when your old you want to be young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ehh its life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;School started, practice is almost in full gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Signing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Faith.Hope.Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-3594675315885848545?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/3594675315885848545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=3594675315885848545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/3594675315885848545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/3594675315885848545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/09/sb.html' title='SB'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8706767469118562194</id><published>2009-08-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:19:52.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SoMQmHCI7SI/AAAAAAAACGU/cOm0sWzzd_s/s1600-h/3329049030_5a17556e62_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SoMQmHCI7SI/AAAAAAAACGU/cOm0sWzzd_s/s320/3329049030_5a17556e62_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153427664858402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is not a love story, it is a story about Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;500 Days of Summer is definitely without a doubt the movie of coincidently, Summer. Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I decided to blog, because i owe it to my 3 followers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts in 12 days, I move out in 10 days. New Place. New Environment. I'm kinda shitting bricks, but hopefully these bricks will make one beautiful building, ok i tried. Here are some goals for the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       1. Study Study Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        2. Have Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        3. Make New Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        4. Give my All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite simple, isn't it? I want to graduate already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UTC had its fifth YPR entitled Beloved, it was a success. Made me happy to realize that God truly planted a strong seed in this ministry and in our church, UTC will continue to grow despite what changes as long as God is at the center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is why the San Antonio Spurs will win the championship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        1. We have someone who can dunk (Type &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Jefferson&lt;/span&gt; in youtube)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        2. Matt Bonner will no longer be starting at center (damn ginger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        3. Manu is healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why we won't win it, HEALTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Random: OC Fair was a Success, Night Bike Riding was the best, Beach Beach Beach, Picnics at the beach, Picnics at the Park, Basketball, Spontaneity. Raven Alexis Rellosa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, What a Summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8706767469118562194?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8706767469118562194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8706767469118562194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8706767469118562194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8706767469118562194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SoMQmHCI7SI/AAAAAAAACGU/cOm0sWzzd_s/s72-c/3329049030_5a17556e62_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-1213303065901759830</id><published>2009-07-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:31:05.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SljMCyi8GkI/AAAAAAAACFs/k9aAeTupBmY/s1600-h/IMG_7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SljMCyi8GkI/AAAAAAAACFs/k9aAeTupBmY/s320/IMG_7970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357256105057327682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been one year since I officially embarked on my pilgrimage to Sydney, Australia.  Yes I'm sad and getting nostalgic but it was such a great reminder to me.  It brought me back to all those moments, all that hardwork, all the walking, opening mass, Seeing Papa, the catechesis sessions, the hotels, the metro stations, the bus rides, the concerts, bondi beach, and the other things we did over there.   Realizing that faith stretched beyond the walls of Holy Family. Where I'm at right now i needed this reminder. Witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-1213303065901759830?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/1213303065901759830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=1213303065901759830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/1213303065901759830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/1213303065901759830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SljMCyi8GkI/AAAAAAAACFs/k9aAeTupBmY/s72-c/IMG_7970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8391909301655725708</id><published>2009-06-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:43:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let hope rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And darkness tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Your holy light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And every eye will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus, our God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great and mighty to be praised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8391909301655725708?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8391909301655725708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8391909301655725708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8391909301655725708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8391909301655725708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-eye.html' title='Every Eye'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-6971891071860629208</id><published>2009-04-22T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:12:48.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Everything</title><content type='html'>Enough with feeling insecure&lt;br /&gt;Enough with doubting&lt;br /&gt;Enough with never taking a stand&lt;br /&gt;Enough with not persevering&lt;br /&gt;Enough with always making an excuse&lt;br /&gt;Enough with being content&lt;br /&gt;Enough with conforming&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to remember why i decided to follow HIM in the first place, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-6971891071860629208?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/6971891071860629208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=6971891071860629208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6971891071860629208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6971891071860629208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-everything.html' title='With Everything'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7231407037615763932</id><published>2009-04-06T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:28:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Late</title><content type='html'>We are George Mason, We are Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7TPCho5I/AAAAAAAAB9s/UdJSlRkUfb8/s1600-h/n680037925_2329186_2616846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7TPCho5I/AAAAAAAAB9s/UdJSlRkUfb8/s320/n680037925_2329186_2616846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321631111332340626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7TNKadjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/p6_c6ucJHOc/s1600-h/060326_georgemason_hmed_3p.h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7TNKadjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/p6_c6ucJHOc/s320/060326_georgemason_hmed_3p.h2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321631110828553778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7SxN5aJI/AAAAAAAAB9c/2wGFET4wUW8/s1600-h/NCAA%2BBasketball%2BTournament%2BRaleigh%2BFirst%2BRound%2B-plXccb9ceHl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/Sdo7SxN5aJI/AAAAAAAAB9c/2wGFET4wUW8/s320/NCAA%2BBasketball%2BTournament%2BRaleigh%2BFirst%2BRound%2B-plXccb9ceHl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321631103326972050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; I'm happy with things as of late =)                      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-7231407037615763932?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7231407037615763932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7231407037615763932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-6366689345187762644</id><published>2009-03-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:06:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Timothy 1:15-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29696" class="versenum" value="15" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29696" class="versenum" value="15" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of whom I am the worst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29697" class="versenum" value="16" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29698" class="versenum" value="17" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/if8xxZKKZvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/if8xxZKKZvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt; Sin is Dead. Christ is Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-6366689345187762644?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/6366689345187762644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=6366689345187762644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6366689345187762644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6366689345187762644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinner.html' title='Sinner'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-6321186800127679583</id><published>2009-03-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:03:18.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White As Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;Have mercy on me, O God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       according to your unfailing love; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       according to your great compassion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       blot out my transgressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14694" class="versenum" value="2" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Wash away all my iniquity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       and cleanse me from my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14695" class="versenum" value="3" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; For I know my transgressions, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       and my sin is always before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14696" class="versenum" value="4" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Against you, you only, have I sinned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       and done what is evil in your sight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       so that you are proved right when you speak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       and justified when you judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14697" class="versenum" value="5" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Surely I was sinful at birth, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       sinful from the time my mother conceived me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14698" class="versenum" value="6" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14699" class="versenum" value="7" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Cleanse me, and I will be clean; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       wash me, and I will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whiter than snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-6321186800127679583?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/6321186800127679583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=6321186800127679583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6321186800127679583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/6321186800127679583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-as-snow.html' title='White As Snow'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-4526770708424621191</id><published>2009-03-13T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:03:05.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NASB-17361" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17362" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;A time to give birth and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17363" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;A time to kill and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to tear down and a time to build up.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17364" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;A time to weep and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to mourn and a time to dance.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17365" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17366" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;A time to search and a time to give up as lost;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to keep and a time to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17367" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to be silent and a time to speak.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17368" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;A time to love and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;        A time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17369" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;What profit is there to the worker from that in which he toils?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-17370" class="versenum" value="10"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is a gift. &lt;/span&gt;Do good in this lifetime with what God has given you we cannot add nor take from it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because everything God does will remain forever.&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I am&lt;/span&gt; is for Your Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Update:&lt;br /&gt;I just served at a retreat for mater dei high school and it was truly amazing.  I was really stressing over it and saw it as a burden at first, almost to the point where it was all about me.  I need to learn to put Him first in all things I do.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ in the Vine and I am the branch.  &lt;/span&gt;After the retreat was over i thought about how much i was forcing things and trying to be more then i really was.  God doesnt ask us to be a great speaker, nor worship leader, he asks us to simply&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; be Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Final Stat Line&lt;br /&gt;16.7 ppg, 5 reb, 4.6 assists&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Still trying, because i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-4526770708424621191?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/4526770708424621191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=4526770708424621191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4526770708424621191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/4526770708424621191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-good.html' title='Do Good'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-2634951778917973797</id><published>2009-03-07T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:07:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all in due time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stressed lately, i can't wait for things to calm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Story of My Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Someone is waiting&lt;br /&gt;someone who understands exactly how you feel&lt;br /&gt;someone is dreaming&lt;br /&gt;someone is hoping just that this will be the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you take your eyes off the ground&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;and see that someone is looking right&lt;br /&gt;back at you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe that someone's me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's meant to be &lt;br /&gt;lovers, strangers&lt;br /&gt;sometimes bombs fall quietly..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's chemistry&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one&lt;br /&gt;i hope that someone is me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;nobody's perfect no one really knows the truth&lt;br /&gt;all we've got's a point of view..&lt;br /&gt;and there's too many questions&lt;br /&gt;there's too many questions and too many reasons not to try&lt;br /&gt;there's too many reasons not to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you should take your eyes off the ground&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;and see that someone is looking right&lt;br /&gt;back at you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where ya gonna go from here??&lt;br /&gt;cause everything you need's out there&lt;br /&gt;and you can have it if you dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you dare&lt;br /&gt;there's someone somewhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-2634951778917973797?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/2634951778917973797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=2634951778917973797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/2634951778917973797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/2634951778917973797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7016002658087084773</id><published>2009-02-20T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:28:51.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SZ8DaS8ymZI/AAAAAAAAB5s/laT8jw03jbk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SZ8DaS8ymZI/AAAAAAAAB5s/laT8jw03jbk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962636364028306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I was bored at work and drew this, because people kept asking me to explain what i mean by equilateral triangle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prov 3:5&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord and lean not on your own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thumb suffered a hairline fracture, from reffing a basketball game? I know its weird and it is currently in pain, but i am going to play through it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too late to call it quits now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came up with the conclusion that I let things go to easily.  I avoid what I want to do and take the easy way out.  But Not anymore. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;give up, even if people are telling me to.  For once in my life I am going to try everything I can, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; is worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently undefeated in debate, which is pretty funny, due to the fact that I personally think I am not that great at it.  It's crazy how much i am learning tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt; and comprehend everything that is going on right now, but I can honestly say that I am Happy. Which is very rare for me to be happy in all categories, but ey i'll take it. Learning to trust whatever it is that God has in store for me, In the end I know things will work out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Boots&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-7016002658087084773?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7016002658087084773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7016002658087084773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7016002658087084773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7016002658087084773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/02/understanding.html' title='Understanding.'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SZ8DaS8ymZI/AAAAAAAAB5s/laT8jw03jbk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-2910891158505169795</id><published>2009-02-14T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:56:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ose beautiful evenings getting to know someone, hoping they feel the same way about you, but feeling like you could live in those moments forever. Without question or doubt. Without a care for the world. So this is how I feel on valentines day, if only it was two-sided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Gerardo, waste time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chasing cars&lt;/span&gt;, and hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A WOMAN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 31:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"don't trust chickens and jeremy, i like purple he's just not that into you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"should, should, should, should, i don't understand i don't get it, web of lies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Put put u have to walk whale, honestly, just try to just type watever, grsigs?!?! whatever the person says ?!?! oh when you do say something make sure you put this part but u have to talk whale like HELLOOOOOOOO IM RAVEN ok?OK? Ok? so when your done talking whale ten seconds during those 10 seconds add 10 ........... (symbolizes 10 seconds) capitillar, yea thats the name of my catepillar its capitillar, catepillar, i just got hard.... k back to talking whale, dooooooont faiiiiiiiiiiiiil, ok ne ways back back back to topic.?!?!?!?!??!?!?! jump on it?! i dont no how ur gunna make that into a singing song? u probably can do this MM huh? im lost shes weird LOL On it On it AND THEN YOU CAN END IT OFF WITH, YOUR VALENTINE. PUT PUT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-2910891158505169795?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/2910891158505169795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=2910891158505169795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/2910891158505169795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/2910891158505169795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-5315638519153620212</id><published>2009-02-11T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:52:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my world civilization II class on a wonderful wednesday morning when sudden inspiration came to me to write in this again.  Jack's Mannequin is currently back in my life, every time i stop listening to the everything in transit cd i always end up coming back to it in one way or another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something recently that I never had the balls to do.  I always give advice to people about it, but when it came to me i never really could do it myself.  Nervous? Yes. Delivery? Could have been better. Result? Happy. Now all I can do is what i've been doing... wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines Day is coming up and as much as people bash it I really think it is a great holiday.  People forget that Love should be something shared everyday.   So this valentines day, whether you'd be with a significant other, a good friend, or with  (*raises hand*) family. SHARE IT! Remember We love because HE first loved. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you look for it. I've got a sneaking suspicion...love actually is all around. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I gave up on winter too fast and put the sweaters away to soon, because it is cold. Live on Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading my old blog and found something i wrote when about 3 years ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;summer has beeen goood, first one with a car so been going places.utc, started bandS. still jobless, still a soldier for christ. you no how i do. well ne ways im comparing this summer to last summer and this summer has been better. maybe because of the less drama thats been going on, or maybe because of the things i've done. iono. i just no that i have a feeling rite now that makes me want to keep going. Core team has changed, but hey im getting use to the new people, with the new enviroment, and the new position. its been a ride, stressful at times, but its been good. i remember when i was a freshman the things i would do, how i would act, how i would present myself has completly changed. and i like it better this way, i hate looking back and seeing how u used to be it gives that funny feeling in the stomach. not to mention the people i use to hang out with. through out this year i have come to realize who my real friends are and who will really be by me wen the times comes and im thankful for that. Im sick of the party life, honestly, i rather sit at home and listen to music. but then again we are all sinners and all sin in different ways. im just glad i dont sin in that way. now im going into my senior year at a high school that i would never have pictured myself at.that future u always here is just around the corner. God has blessed me and surrounded me with the right people. given me the gifts, and talents. now i have to share it. i remember way back in a old entry i said i wanted to change the world, im thinking of going to africa wen i graduate and spending summer there being a peacemake/missionary. call me crazy, i'll call u a coward. we can all act hard and g, but wen thickest of thick comes up. how will u respond. i would like to see myself in the middle of a revolution. cuz under pressure and danger is when ur real self comes out. i watched world trade center and it made me realize that there is good in people and there is a hero in all of us. i remember the after shock of 9/11 how this whole nation was united. how everyone didnt point fingers on who to blame. it was just a calm sense of togetherness. then a year passes on and people forget and move on with there lives till something else happens. moving on is good, but forgetting is bad. take from the past to better the future. just to let a little thing off my chest. i remember i got an IM one time from this random guy hoo was too scared to say there name. he called me a church boy. for once i felt appreciated, a church boy, i rather be a church boy then anything else. UTC is my escape, people ALWAYS ask me how do i do it?stay with UTC for so long, to be honest u just need to believe, and never lose that faith because once u stop believing. you'll stop coming. UTC has been a blessing and its always there, so come back and we'll welcome with open arms and a "where have u been?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: xx-small; text-decoration: none; "&gt;that was long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. Boots stems from my last name Butalid, how it started? Jaime Olmedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pss. I WANT TO GO TO DISNEYLAND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-5315638519153620212?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/5315638519153620212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=5315638519153620212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/5315638519153620212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/5315638519153620212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8241226342216421181</id><published>2008-12-25T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:35:06.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in us this Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;"I've been good this year&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want is you to be here&lt;br /&gt;All my gifts can wait&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Santa Claus but I believe in us this &lt;br /&gt;holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Constant self improvement. I love this time of the year, i love waking up in my own bed, i love basketball season, i love playing christmas songs on my guitar. I seem evaluate myself around this time a lot, and well i'm happy with where I'm at. I have the best friends in the world (literally), a supportive family, strong faith. It seems like its all working out. Count your blessings.  Take life one day at a time, and always remember to Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;New Years Resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Stop Cussing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Consistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Gerardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Australia 2009. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8241226342216421181?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8241226342216421181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8241226342216421181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8241226342216421181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8241226342216421181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-in-us-this-holiday.html' title='I Believe in us this Holiday'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7216892239439560412</id><published>2008-10-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:10:55.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Gerardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;get it?! kinda like state of the nation lol&lt;/div&gt;first month of sophomore year has already passed by.  No longer a stupid freshman, already know my way around campus.  Ballin all the time.  just enjoying everything.  A lot has happened, too much to explain but let me some it up for you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School: Classes are kickin my behind but im still finding time to manage everything.  Grades are still good.   I feel like im putting in all the effort i could.  I just wish i could skip all this and go to my ultimate goal but i can't. it's life, either let it kick you in the ass or fight back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UTC: Makes me happy, its crazy how the people change every year yet you still find inspiration and the same love for God in the new faces.  I'm happy with how things are going, of course i still miss the gentle giant, but its all about adjusting.  btw Music Min  performs friday at oktoberfest at 5:00 pm! WATCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life: Ha! what can i say. Girls are so confusing and weird.  It's funny how things play out the way they do.  I just don't know any more.  All i want is a chance ya know? lol story of my life. She'll come and when she does i'll let her know i've been waiting. rofl. Im running the Long Beach Marathon this Sunday.  26.2 Mi. wow. I am really scared but when i think about it im not running for myself im running for a greater cause.  God will guide me through it, i know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAILY INSPIRATION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comes from of course the bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because like kevin says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIBLE=KNOWLEDGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philippians 2:1-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29377" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29378" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose.&lt;span id="en-NIV-29379" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29380" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-7216892239439560412?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7216892239439560412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7216892239439560412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7216892239439560412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7216892239439560412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-of-gerardo.html' title='State of Gerardo'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-9139041443054203857</id><published>2008-07-05T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:10:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax and Stand in the Warmth of the Sand</title><content type='html'>"We all are golden here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2008 is already the best summer of my life and its not even done yet. I've pretty much been beachin it every day (literally), random adventures with the friends, movies, postin, playing basketball, going everywhere, random get togethers and parties, theres just too much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SG-XYPdNFbI/AAAAAAAABAc/Kf9fCpBCuas/s1600-h/l_fda4ebe1b0c62387e0ec847aece2ce9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556935867372978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SG-XYPdNFbI/AAAAAAAABAc/Kf9fCpBCuas/s320/l_fda4ebe1b0c62387e0ec847aece2ce9d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Birthday: Dennis and I planned a last minute birthday party which turned out to be fun. Too bad i dont remember. hahah Saturday i went to the beach with sean and ashley then went to steves house to chill with everyone. On a scale of 1-10 this birthday was a 10. awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;July 4th: Was fun as well, spent the whole day in newport beach with everyone. Its so convenient when your friend has a beach house for parking. we pretty much laid out and enjoyed the water. saw a bunch of random people because the place was crowded as hell. RANDOM THOUGHT: sunglasses are so deceiving, especially on girls. Ryan and I noticed this while on the beach. You never know if shes really a dime or the sunglasses are just covering her face and blocking you..They truly are the best deceptions! anyways the beach was fun and the party scene was dope. I went home at night to watch fireworks with my family. I think its funny how artesia and cerritos compete with each other on who has the best fireworks when in essence. they both suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;IN 6 DAYS! i will be embarking on a pilgramage with youth from all over the world. Australia is almost here. World Youth day is almost here. I am so excited i can't put it in words!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;till next time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-9139041443054203857?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/9139041443054203857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=9139041443054203857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/9139041443054203857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/9139041443054203857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2008/07/relax-and-stand-in-warmth-of-sand.html' title='Relax and Stand in the Warmth of the Sand'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SG-XYPdNFbI/AAAAAAAABAc/Kf9fCpBCuas/s72-c/l_fda4ebe1b0c62387e0ec847aece2ce9d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-7731872024413808461</id><published>2008-06-07T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:32:49.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Colorblind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SEr9-zPSpRI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rdXdti9kgbs/s1600-h/l_977f3cb796b422eab30e44de36e1188a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209255174355461394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SEr9-zPSpRI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rdXdti9kgbs/s320/l_977f3cb796b422eab30e44de36e1188a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This summer is a lot different from last summer. More chill. More Relaxed. It started off going to San Francisco with my friends, Sean and Miles. It was fun because school was over and there was nothing to stress over. Not to mention streetball in oakland, and haunted house hunting in the woods. haha. Basketball was tight. Since then i've been doing the usual beach, work, basketball. hanging out and having a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things im excited for this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climbing Mt Whitney and Alta Peak pt. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging Out with the friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 19th Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE IS COLORBLIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to forget the true meaning of it all and my friend put it in simple words. And its true, find someone who loves you no matter who you are and what you do. Find someone who sees passed the ugly and picks out the pretty. There is no color spectrum in love, because love sees all things equal. this is the part of the blog where i write out corinthians 1:13 but all of you have watched a "A Walk to Remember" haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;till next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-7731872024413808461?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/7731872024413808461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=7731872024413808461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7731872024413808461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/7731872024413808461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-colorblind.html' title='Love is Colorblind'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SEr9-zPSpRI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rdXdti9kgbs/s72-c/l_977f3cb796b422eab30e44de36e1188a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643096400774165117.post-8572606805199365218</id><published>2008-05-17T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:25:43.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SC8v7UtVAgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/N7vOP-n6ZLw/s1600-h/n501917927_513098_3825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201428790853829122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SC8v7UtVAgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/N7vOP-n6ZLw/s320/n501917927_513098_3825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to make this as a vent from my daily life, being that my life is currently in a stressful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Finals are kicking in, i can't believe my freshman year of college is already over. It seems like yesterday I moved to Biola scared as hell not knowing what was going to happen. College has been everything I expected it to be and then some. Living a whole 30 minutes from home taught me a lot. The experience is definetly worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Everyone is starting to come back which is tight because i get to catch up with the homies. I have been super low key lately. Reason? just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTC: I'm still there, guitar in hand. Teaching and Learning. There are plenty of new faces, and im happy for that. It's time to instill the passion, and bring back the fire that many of the leaders have lost. Every meeting should be offered to HIS glory and not our glory alone. We need to remember our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: This is where my Blog Begins. I was reading the bible the other day, and i began to read Romans and there was one particular section that was releavant to the struggle i encounter today. Its from Romans 8:14-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14We know that the law is spiritual; &lt;strong&gt;but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin.&lt;/strong&gt; 15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but&lt;strong&gt; it is sin living in me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;18I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.&lt;/em&gt; 19For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if lately i have been at that constant struggle between good and evil. That state where i can fall easier, when earlier in my life it was so easy to take the right path. I came to question my beliefs, who i was, and my purpose. The good in me was beggining to fade and i let the bad in me take over. Take over to a point where i do not question my decisions and who i am in my life. I lost it, I LOST THAT FEAR. The fear i was once had for God, the fear i once had for HIS power. It is easy to take the hard path, but harder to take the easy path. The path that leads to HIM, that path that leads to his GLORY. Its time to remember that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are dead in sin, But ALIVE in Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of HIM my life is saved, and it is because of this i shall work for him. Sin is dead. the body is risen, he is alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Spurs better win Game 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643096400774165117-8572606805199365218?l=gerardobutalid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/feeds/8572606805199365218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643096400774165117&amp;postID=8572606805199365218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8572606805199365218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643096400774165117/posts/default/8572606805199365218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerardobutalid.blogspot.com/2008/05/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Gerardo Butalid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497977164504779365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/TO6C0-ioTkI/AAAAAAAACQg/IzY6kRwVa3I/S220/76424_462919317927_501917927_5489241_2969754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssROLhKuHKs/SC8v7UtVAgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/N7vOP-n6ZLw/s72-c/n501917927_513098_3825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
